Olivia's POV
Damien's lips moved against mine with practiced precision. For one stunned heartbeat, I froze, unable to process what was happening. Then, to my utter horror, my body betrayed me.
I kissed him back.
My hands reached up, gripping his forearms as his tongue swept across my lower lip. Heat bloomed in my chest, spreading like wildfire through my veins. When his hand tightened at the nape of my neck, a small sound escaped me—something between a gasp and a moan.
That noise snapped me back to reality.
I jerked away, stepping backward until I hit the vanity. My fingers flew to my lips, which still tingled from his kiss.
"What the hell was that?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
Damien's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "That, little wolf, was a kiss."
"I know what a kiss is," I snapped. "Why did you do it?"
