Chapter 27 The Mark

• Amelia's words lingered in the air like a spark before the flare of a fire.
• "What if I don't want to stop?"
• A growl tore from Damien’s throat—low, hoarse, primal. And in the very next second, his lips crashed back onto hers. This time, there was no hesitation, no restraint. The kiss was hungry, raw—like years of loneliness, pain, and longing had suddenly been given form and voice. He devoured her, and she welcomed it, matched him with a fire of her own.