Damien's mouth curved into a devilish grin against her skin. "It doesn't matter what the battle between us is…You will lose every time."
Luna let out a breathless scoff, more aroused than she wanted to admit. "Why not wait until you face my wolf?" she dared, smirking even though he couldn't see her face.
He chuckled darkly. "Pretty little thing, isn't she?"
With maddening calm, Damien adjusted his stance, pressing against her with maddening proximity, his hand still wrapped firmly around her wrists. He leaned closer until his lips almost brushed her ear. "That fire…" he murmured, and she shivered despite herself, "should be used to stand by me—not against me."
His free hand traced the line of her side, grazing over her ribs, her hip, leaving trails of fire on her skin through the thin fabric of her gown. Luna's jaw clenched. The warmth pooling in her stomach was not helping her righteous fury.
"Not when you are being an asshole," she bit out.
