Evelyn's POV

Evelyn stood frozen long after Damian had gone, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as though the wood could steady her. Her lips tingled, hot and swollen, her heartbeat refusing to slow.

The dining room was quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall, every second reminding her of what had just happened. She had been kissed before, but never like that, never with such consuming force, never with the sense of being claimed, possessed. And never by a man like him.

Her ...