~Bianca's POV~

His breath ghosted across my cheek—warm, steady, and far too intentional.

I couldn't move with my back pinned to the marble, Damien's body boxing me in like a wall I couldn't climb. My heart thundered against my ribs, every instinct screaming to run, yet my body refused to obey.

"What… what are you doing?" I finally asked, my voice more breath than sound.

He arched a brow like the question was amusing. "What do you think I'm doing?" he murmured dangerously. ...