Chapter 72

Nicole My mind went completely blank as Damien's lips claimed mine. So much for thinking he was actually drunk. Before I could process what was happening, he deepened the kiss, flipping me beneath him on the couch and pinning my hands above my head in one swift motion. There was no escape from his powerful grip. His mouth moved hungrily against mine, demanding and insistent. When his tongue sought entrance, I parted my lips, our breaths mingling in a heated exchange. A fleeting thought crossed my mind—was this all Damien thought about when he'd been drinking? My body tensed slightly as I realized I was completely at his mercy, trapped beneath his powerful frame. Suddenly, Damien pulled back and looked down at me, a predatory smile playing on his lips. Earlier downstairs, I'd loosened his tie to make him more comfortable. Now that same tie hung carelessly around his neck, and several buttons had come undone during our struggle. What followed was a night of relentless passion. Damien see