Bella felt the world tilt as Damien's lips claimed hers, the heat of his touch searing through every inch of her skin. She knew this was reckless, dangerous, forbidden—but none of it mattered.
Not when his hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Not when every fiber of her being screamed for more.
Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, as if she could anchor herself in him—because everything else was spiraling out of control.
Damien growled against her lips, his control slipping. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the cold wall, his mouth trailing fire down her neck.
"Tell me you want this," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
Bella's chest rose and fell rapidly, her mind clouded with desire.
"I…" She hesitated.
Not because she didn't want him.
But because she wanted him too much.
He pulled back slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "Say the word, and I'll stop."
His restraint, his raw need—it only made her fall harder.
She cupped his face, her lips brushing against his in answer. "Don't stop."
A dark satisfaction flickered in his eyes before he captured her lips again, this time with no hesitation. No more boundaries. No more control.
Just fire.
Just them.
And in that moment, Bella knew—she wasn't just playing with fire.
She was burning in it.