Chapter 82 Pleasure

• Damian couldn’t stop touching Elara’s body as the driver took them home. He grabbed her hand as soon as they reached their room.
• “Let’s go,” he said, gripping her hand.
• Her pulse raced as Damian’s hand slid down her arm, his fingers lingering just below her wrist, anchoring her in the moment. The weight of his gaze sent shivers down her spine, and for the first time, her carefully constructed walls felt truly fragile.