Chapter 65

Damian's POV： Her lips pressed against mine—soft, tentative, completely unexpected. That hesitant exploration sent a surge of heat through my body, pooling deep in my abdomen as my wolf howled triumphantly. Victoria's kiss was nothing like what I'd anticipated. I was used to dominance, conquest—but here she was, barely touching me, her tongue gently probing, teasing. The sweetness of her scent intensified, making me dizzy as Arthur pushed against my control, demanding more. Her golden eyes remained half-closed, cheeks flushed from alcohol and desire. A dangerous thought crossed my mind: did she know who she was kissing? Was she mistaking me for that bastard who'd brought her home? The thought made my vision blur with anger. I wasn't anyone's substitute. "You're so handsome," she murmured, fingers tracing my jawline, boldly exploring my face. "Victoria!" My voice became rough, strained from the effort to maintain control. "Do you know who you're kissing?" "Don't want me to kiss you?" Sh