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Damon doesn’t let go. He holds me steady, coaxing me through it, his hand and his mouth and those fire-lit eyes never once leaving mine.
My forehead slumps to his shoulder, every breath ragged.
I’ve never come like that. Notever.
His arms wind around me like chains made of silk. “I’ve got you,” he whispers. One hand on my hip. The other drawing slow, soothing circles up my spine.
I want to say something. Anything.
But the only word that exists is, “Damon...”
“Tell me what you want, little rose,” he murmurs.
I lift my head.
Those dark eyes gleam with flecks of gold in the low light from the baseboards, burning with something I don’t think I can ever unsee.
I could ask for anything, and he’d give it to me.
All I’d have to do is ask.
The key to The Speakeasy. The truth about the man in those pictures. Access to all the information I need.
But my mind is smoke. My body is ash.
There’s a hungry fire in me that he lit with his very own hands.
“More,” I whisper. “I wantmore.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Damon
“MORE.”
It’s like she flipped a switch buried deep in my chest. Like that single, perfect, four-letter word were my activation phrase, and now there’s not single thought that doesn’t begin and end withher.
Ishouldn’tdo this.
She has ulterior motives. I’d be a fucking idiot to miss the way she moved toward me tonight—those hips, that look, the silk shorts sheknewwould drive me out of my goddamn mind.
But she also knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her.
That’s what makes her dangerous.
What makes herlethal.
She’s the only temptation I’ve given into in the last two years. And now, with one taste of her on my tongue, I’m addicted to the poison she carries in every whisper, every look, every fucking breath.
Because it tastes like her.
I crash my lips to hers again, hard and desperate. My hands grip the backs of her thighs the second the word leaves her mouth, and I lift her into my arms like she belongs there—like there’s nowhere else in the world she could ever be.
She fits against me perfectly.
Every curve against every hard edge.
Every breath synced to mine.
