Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian
“Xiana.”
My heart pounded violently against my chest, each beat betraying my struggle to stay in control, to push him away, to break free of whatever spell he was weaving around me.
But inside, I cursed myself for feeling anything other than fear. I wanted to scream at him, to make him stop—stop controlling me, stop making me feel this way.
“Sin with me, Xiana,” Damien urged, his voice soft yet commanding, as he pressed kisses onto my skin, each touch igniting something deep within me. His lips moved lower, dangerously close to the top of my chest, sending waves of confusion and heat through me.
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