Elena's POVMy struggling stopped dead.He didn't say a word. Those silver-grey eyes that always looked down on me, always full of disgust — right now they were locked on me, and none of the old coldness or mockery was left in them. They burned, like something had caught fire.He breathed hard and ragged, the thick smell of whiskey washing over me.His jaw was clenched tight, his forehead damp with cold sweat, like he was holding something back.I reached up to push him off. His body went stiff — and then he couldn't hold back anymore, and he bent and kissed me, hard.From the moment he'd rejected me, the pain that had been tearing me apart began, somehow, to fade. Fast.His kiss, his touch, were like a lethal antidote. The hands I'd meant to push him away with betrayed me; without thinking, I wrapped them around his neck and pulled him closer."Damian…" I murmured, not even aware I was doing it, drinking in the warmth of him.Damian's throat bobbed hard.His eyes went black with want.
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