A NIGHT OF NO RETURN

Sienna wasn’t sure how long she stayed in Damien’s arms, lost in the heat of his touch. Every breath she took felt heavy, charged with emotions she didn’t dare name.

She should pull away.

She should remind herself why this was dangerous.

But she couldn’t.

Because in this moment, nothing else existed but him.

Damien’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on her lower back, his breath warm against her skin. His hold on her wasn’t just possessive it was protective, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go.

Sienna swallowed hard. “Damien…”

He hummed in response, his grip tightening.

She hesitated. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear she couldn’t keep pretending this wasn’t real.

“What are we doing?” she whispered.

Damien’s jaw tensed, his body going still.

For a moment, he didn’t answer.

Then, slowly, he lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

“We’re crossing a line we can’t come back from,” he said, his voice low, rough.

Her heart pounded.

She knew it was true.

But what scared her the most was that she didn’t want to go back.

She wanted to fall.

And deep down, she knew Damien would catch her.

She just didn’t know if he’d keep her.

He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “If this is too much, say the word, and I’ll stop.”

Sienna searched his face, looking for hesitation, but there was none. Damien was giving her a choice.

But they both knew what she was going to choose.

She lifted her hand, resting it over his heart. She could feel the steady rhythm beneath her palm, strong and unyielding, just like him.

“I don’t want to stop,” she admitted.

Something dark flashed in his eyes.

A muscle in his jaw ticked.

And then, without another word, he kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t careful.

It was the kind of kiss that shattered everything.

Sienna melted against him, her fingers tangling in his shirt as she let herself get lost in him.

She didn’t care about the consequences.

She didn’t care about the risks.

Because right now, this was all that mattered.

And she wasn’t ready to let go.

Damien’s grip on her tightened as he pulled her closer, his lips moving with a desperation she had never felt before. It wasn’t just hunger it was need. A deep, unrelenting need that neither of them could ignore anymore.

His fingers slid into her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, and she let out a soft gasp as he took complete control. Heat coursed through her, her body reacting to him in ways she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.

And she didn’t want to.

A small, distant voice in her head warned her to slow down.

To think.

To remember who Damien was, the kind of life he lived.

But how could she think when every part of her was burning for him?

He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged. His forehead rested against hers, his hands still firm on her waist.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, his voice laced with restraint.

Sienna swallowed, trying to find the words.

But they wouldn’t come.

Instead, she placed her hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. “I don’t want you to.”

Something shifted in his gaze. A silent understanding passed between them, one that neither of them could deny anymore.

Damien’s hand slid down her spine, sending a shiver through her body. His touch was possessive, yet careful, like he was memorizing every inch of her.

“Sienna…” His voice was almost a growl.

The way he said her name sent a thrill through her.

And then, before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and kissed him again.

This time, there was no hesitation.

No fear.

Only them.

His hands gripped her hips, pressing her against him, and a soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. The sound only seemed to push Damien further. His lips trailed down her jaw, brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, sending a shiver through her entire body.

Her fingers dug into his shirt, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping her upright.

“Sienna…” His voice was raw, filled with something she couldn’t quite place.

She felt it too.

This wasn’t just physical. It wasn’t just attraction.

It was something more.

Something that terrified her.

Something that made her crave him even more.

His lips hovered over hers again, but this time, he paused. “Are you sure?” His voice was husky, barely a whisper, but his eyes held an intensity that stole her breath away.

She knew what he was asking.

She also knew her answer.

“Yes.”

That was all he needed.

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed. She clung to him, her pulse racing, her body already aching for his touch.

This was reckless.

This was dangerous.

But it was also inevitable.

And for the first time, Sienna wasn’t going to fight it.