Damien POV
The taste of Isabella's lips was everything I'd dreamed about for seven years. She melted against me like she'd been made to fit in my arms, her soft moan sending fire straight through my blood. Every wall I'd built around my heart crashed down the moment she kissed me back.
Mine. Finally mine.
I pressed her against the tall windows overlooking the city, my hands gripping her waist through her silk dress. She gasped when her back hit the cool glass, her green eyes dark with hunger that matched my own.
"Seven years," I said against her neck, tasting her racing pulse. "Seven fucking years I've wanted you like this."
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling hard enough to make me groan. "Then stop talking and take me."
Take me. Christ, the way she said it, demanding and desperate, made me want to devour her whole.
