Betty's POV. 

And as he leaned in to kiss me, deep and claiming and full of promise.

I felt the last of my worries fade away, at least for this moment. 

His kiss deepened, consuming, and I felt myself melting into him, into this moment where nothing else existed but us. 

Then his lips left mine, trailing a path of fire down my jaw, my neck, lingering at the sensitive spot where my pulse hammered wildly.

"Damien..." I breathed, but he didn't stop.

His mouth moved lower, pressing ...