"Everything you value is a handle someone else can grab."
She muttered it while sitting on his thighs. Her body felt soft and warm, but in a way that was different from Lilith, or even Sylvia.
Damon bit his lip.
'Perish the thought.'
Was this woman deliberately challenging his willpower. Because if she was, this was an obvious attempt.
"Can you get off me."
Renata smiled faintly and instead wiggled her hips.
"What. Feeling—"
"No. You're just heavy," he cut her off before she could finish. The world really did seem determined to test his restraint today.
Renata did not move. Instead, she rested her head against his shoulder. Of course, she was not heavy. Even if she were, Damon had enough strength to tear a building from the ground. Her weight was meaningless.
She leaned closer, her chest pressing into him, her lips near his ear as she whispered.
"Would you allow this if it was Lilith Astranova."
Damon kept his expression deadpan.
"Fair enough. Continue."
