Damian wrapped his arm around me as we walked back under the cover of the freeform tent where the party was in full swing. His fingers flexed sensually against my waist making me achingly aware of my need for him. With every taste of him my hunger grew instead of being satisfied. I wanted more of him and the intensity with which I craved him scared the living s**t out of me. I knew he wanted me too, but was his need purely s****l? A need sparked by a hormonal reaction to my own unique blend of pheromones? Or did he crave me, like I craved his body, mind and soul?
I decided to push the thoughts of him eventually leaving me for a more suitable mate out of my mind as he urged me from one group of guests to another. I noticed Annabella standing by the bar, sipping on a bright pink cocktail wh
