"You will not lose me," Eilika murmured against his lips. She kissed him again, deeper this time. They lingered in the kiss until both were breathing hard, then slowly drew apart.
But Damian was far from satisfied. He lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck, then lower, trailing slow kisses along her warm skin. Eilika pressed her lips together, struggling to stifle the small sounds rising in her throat.
Without warning, Damian slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her cleanly off her feet. Eilika let out a startled breath as he turned and carried her across the room. Before she could gather her thoughts, he laid her down on the bed.
He loomed over her, one knee braced on the mattress, his fingers already unfastening the buttons of his vest with quick, practiced movements.
"Damian, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice unsteady as her heart hammered against her ribs.
