The Boy I Loved, The Man I Can’t Resist

LILITH’S POV Damien kicked the door shut without breaking the kiss.  My back hit the wall, but I barely felt it. His mouth was on mine, hot, and hungry, talking without hesitation, like he had been holding this in for years. My fingers curled into his hair, my breath trembled against his lips, and my mind was still trying to form his name. Marco… Damien… both of them wrapped into the same man breathing hard against my mouth. His chest pressed into mine, pinning me in that small space between him and the wall. I felt his heartbeat, steady and strong, and it didn’t match the chaos happening inside me. When his name slipped out of me… his old name… it shattered something between us. “Marco…” His breath broke. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, my legs tightening around his waist as he carried me into the bed. I didn’t remember taking another breath. We landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, his body half over mine.  Damien touched my bottom lip with his thumb like he was learning it