Chapter 112

••• Damien’s POV ••• She looked up at me, eyes glistening, fingers curled in the fabric of my shirt. “Kiss me again,” she whispered. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I kissed her like I was starving. Like I’d spent years parched, and she was the only thing that could quench the ache in my chest. Her lips tasted like salt and sorrow, fire and forgiveness. I wanted to drown in her. My hands trailed down to her waist, then the curve of her hips, savoring every second like it was the first and last time. Her breath hitched as I caressed her smooth skin and slipped the last stitch of clothing on her body. If she asked me to fall to my knees and ask me to worship her, I'd fucking do it, because that was how I felt. She deserved to be worshiped and cherished. She stood before me in nothing but the soft flush of moonlight from the window. Beautiful. Vulnerable. Mine. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. “My Luna. My love.” Her lips parted as a soft breath escaped her. I could see the war in her ey