Chapter 47

• Cesmae's POV
• No. Me. It’s as if I’m inside her body, feeling everything she feels, seeing through her eyes. I watch, helpless, as Raizel pulls Damaris into his arms, his hands gripping her waist with an urgency that sends shivers down my spine. Their lips crash together, and I can feel it—the heat, the hunger. Every sensation floods my body as though I’m the one he’s kissing.
• Raizel’s hands move to the small of Damaris’ back, pulling her closer, until there’s no space between them. His touch is electric, sending waves of heat through me, making my skin tingle. I feel the softness of his lips, the way he dominates the kiss with a deep, possessive need, tasting her—tasting me—like he can’t get enough.