Elena’s POV

My hands moved quickly under Damien’s guidance, trembling slightly despite my best efforts. My breathing was shallow, uneven, and I felt heat prickling my cheeks.

Every movement seemed magnified, every slight misstep threatening to betray my composure. Damien leaned closer, his presence suffocating yet magnetic, lips curling into a faint, knowing smile that made my chest tighten.

“Do I need to teach you more?” he asked, voice low and teasing.

I blinked, trying to ...