Forbidden Cravings (A Steamy, Passionate Collection)
Without wasting time, he wrapped his hand around me and captured my lips in a kiss that did nothing but bore frustration into my skin.
He was watching, I could feel it. The hairs on my body stood on end.
Damian finally ended the kiss, looking me over with a sexual glint dancing around his eyes.
"Miss Donna..." His unmistakable deep voice hit my ears, my core, and reverberated through me.
Relief was dancing around my eyes when I turned, craning my neck to meet his gaze.
But it was on Damian, sharp and murderous. "Can you give us a minute?" He wasn't asking, he was demanding.