CHAPTER 31

Every space of skin that touched Scar was on fire and the more Damon refused to pull away, the stronger the heat that spread between her grew. She drew in a ragged breath and bit her lip in the darkness, daring to feather her fingertips across his stomach, feeling the smooth, rippled skin.

His muscles tensed and she hoped with everything she had that he was just as affected as she was—this pull, this bond was maddening.

“Careful,” he growled, an arm snaking around her neck as his strong hands gripped the base of her skull and his fingers threaded in her hair. Scar closed her eyes against the sensation of it. “I am a man known for his control, but this—this is getting dangerous, anasa mou.”

Those affectionate words were her undoing. She knew with every fiber of her being that they were meant for her—for only her. Just like this magnificent creature beside her. By some twist of fate, Damon Hunt was meant just for her.

She was molten to the core at the thought of it.

Of its own