Chapter 44
Deborah’s heart raced in panic as she struggled to push Damian away. But he was like an immovable mountain–no matter how hard she shoved, he didn’t budge. The more she resisted, the more intense his grip became.
His arms tightened around her. One hand pinned her wrists to her sides while the other cradled her head, tilting her face upward.
Before she could speak, his lips claimed hers again–deeper this time, fierce and unrelenting, as if determined to take every breath she had.
Shock and anger welled up inside her, but she couldn’t break free.
“Mmph-!” she turned her head away, but his lips followed, chasing every retreat.
No matter where she turned, he was there, his presence overwhelming. His kiss left her nowhere to hide.
“Let… me go–Damian!” she finally gasped, managing to speak between his advances.
Yes, they had been this close once before—in the Queen Mother’s chambers, under the haze of drugged soup–but that time, they hadn’t known what they were doing. They weren’t in control.
But this time… he was fully aware. And he still kissed her.
“You need to stop! This isn’t right!” she shouted, her voice shaking.
His lips trailed down to her neck, and she shivered at the sensation. Her collar was loosened, cool air brushing against her exposed skin. She clenched her fists, finally breaking free just long enough to land a fist against his chest.
He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he caught her by the waist and lifted her easily, setting her across his lap.
“Let me go! You’re Simon’s-”
“Say his name one more time,” Damian growled, dark eyes narrowing, “and I swear I won’t hold back.” He gripped her arms and pulled her to face
him.
“Well? Want to try again?”
Deborah bit her lip, her clothes rumpled, the top of her robe hanging loose over one shoulder. Her fair skin was now exposed, her breath shallow.
His gaze darkened further as it dropped lower, predatory and intense.
The way he looked at her–like he was holding back something dangerous–made her whole body tremble.
“I’m not… going to say it again. Can you just-”
“Don’t move.” His voice was hoarse, his breath heavy. He stared at her flushed face, her lips, the faint mark he’d left on her neck… and lower.
Deborah didn’t dare move a muscle. She could feel the tension in his body–how tightly coiled he was beneath her. And she was still straddling his lap…
Her heart thundered. Her body ached from the awkward position, but she didn’t know what to do.
“Please… don’t be like this,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice calm.
She had no idea how she sounded to him–soft, breathy, vulnerable–but it only seemed to make things worse.
His breathing grew hotter, heavier, each breath brushing against her skin like fire. Her cheeks burned under the weight of his gaze.
Damian didn’t even know what had come over him. A moment ago, he hadn’t planned anything. But now, with her in his arms, so close, so real…
In that moment, her small, fragile body was pressed against him. Even with layers of fabric between them, it felt as though they could still feel each other’s presence.
His hands, growing hotter by the second, kept wavering–wanting to let her go, yet just as often itching to tear her clothes away. Just one last layer… and he’d see her.
In the middle of the forest, on horseback–what a wild, reckless scene that would be.
Damian shut his eyes tightly. He thought if he couldn’t see her, he wouldn’t think about it. But her faint, lingering scent only made it worse. Not seeing her just made his thoughts run even deeper.
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He thought, ‘What would it feel like–on horseback? If the horse starts to gallop… would she cry? She would. She definitely would.
And suddenly, he wanted to see it. He wanted to see her cry, to see that helpless look on her face.
His eyes, dark with desire, snapped open. In the next instant, he yanked off her clothes and lowered his head toward her, biting down.
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