Chapter 37

Victoria's POV： I found myself drowning in Damian's eyes, deep and dangerous like whirlpools in the darkest ocean. My breath caught in my throat as I gazed at his face so close to mine—the perfectly carved features seemed almost unfairly beautiful. His high cheekbones, those sensual thin lips, his Adam's apple... Arthur, his wolf, radiated a power that my Nora could feel beneath the surface. I couldn't maintain eye contact with him—because I was too attracted to him. My wolf Nora was practically howling within me, craving our mate, even though my magic bracelet prevented him from feeling the same connection. "I..." was all I managed to say before his mouth claimed mine. His kiss was as domineering as he was, his smoky cedar scent overwhelming my senses as he took complete control. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think as his tongue pushed past my lips, exploring with deliberate precision. There was no space left between our bodies, and I felt my heartbeat accelerate to a dangerous rhythm.