Uncomfortable Discussions III

Elina leaned into Damonq to kiss him. She’d been fixated on his eyes, but his mouth was equally as intriguing to her. He tasted wild.

She loved that about him. He tasted dangerous. He was both those things and yet, he was hers.

She had to be brave enough to look into his mind and see those terrible memories – the emptiness that drove men of honor to become the worst monsters on earth.

He kissed like sin. Like heaven. She indulged because she’d hated that look in his eyes, the one that said he thought she wouldn’t want him as he was.

She indulged because he was just sexy and his kisses were hotter than the most out-of-control firestorm imaginable.

She laid her head over his heart. “I love you, Damonq.”

“I know you think you do, Elina. I know you’re my lifemate and you said I was your choice, but I’m not an easy man. I swear to you, I’ll give you everything I can, everything you want or need, but I cannot give you the right to fight at my side when I battle monsters. I will never be