Page 79

Me.

I bury my face against her neck, breathing her in. Cinnamon. Honey. Belinda.

The scent that has been driving me insane since the moment she arrived now fills my lungs, and instead of pushing me toward madness, it settles something inside me.

The constant rage is gone. The pressure beneath my skin. The burning. The desperate need to change.

All of it quiets beneath the pleasure and the impossible softness of the woman in my arms.

For the first time in years, I am completely fucking present.

Not fighting my Devil.

Not counting how much time I have left.

Not wondering whether tomorrow will be the day I finally lose myself.

There is only Belinda. And the terrifying realization that I don't simply want her body.

I want her.

Fuck.

I'm in trouble.

“Oh Goddess, Damian,” she gasps and her pussy clenches around me.

“Mine,” I growl, pounding into her harder.

The word tears out of me before I can stop it.

Belinda clings tighter, and the pleasure builds until it’s almost blinding. But underneath it, something else surges to the surface.

Something ancient.

Possessive.

Certain.

My Devil.

For one terrible, perfect moment, the last of my control slips.

And I do the one thing I was never supposed to do.

The one thing a Leeds Devil should never do unless he knows beyond any doubt the woman in his arms is his promised.

I bite her.

The instant my teeth break her skin, everything inside me goes still.

Not quiet.

Still.

My entire being recognizes what I’ve done before my mind can catch up.

Belinda gasps my name.