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Kiara's POV

When I woke up, it was to warmth at my back. A warmth that was no doubt Damien. The urge to ignore his touch and continue to act like I was asleep so that I could enjoy his touch was so much that I almost gave in.

At least until I remembered that this was the man who had made a liar out of me in his so-called bud to protect me.

"Don't touch me." I growled rolling out of his touch and instantly missed his warmth as I sat to glare at him.

Damien didn't say anything. He merely closed the distance between us and slanted his lips over mine and my traitorous body began to react to his touch.

My lips parted without my invitation and I buried my fingers in his hair without any conscious thought. My body wanted and I just... I just gave in.

Damien pushed me down into the bed and his hand reached under my skirt between my thighs and I parted for him, my tongue moving against his.

His fingers worked between my legs and his lips left mine allowing me to gasp in much-needed breath