Without thinking—without overanalyzing—Damian closed the distance, pressing his lips to hers.
It wasn't gentle or hesitant. It was desperate, filled with unspoken words, frustration, and emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
His lips claimed hers like he'd been starving for the taste of her, and Evelina responded instantly, her fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer as if afraid he might disappear.
The kiss was messy, raw—tongues colliding, breaths mingling, and soft, desperate sounds escaping between them. Evelina's soft moan vibrated against Damian's mouth, sending a shiver down his spine.
His hands gripped her waist, pulling her into his lap without breaking the kiss, as if distance was the enemy and he couldn't stand even an inch of it.
"Well, finally," Relia purred in Evelina's mind, her voice dripping with amusement. "Took you both long enough. Hehehehe—emotional whiplash and kissing. My favorite combo."
