Damian pressed himself into that touch and moved his hands into Iseul's hair. Had he ever felt anything so soft before? No, he couldn't have. This was heavenly and he wanted to always have the chance to touch it. To have those hands on him, burning hot compared to the chill of his own flesh. Moaning again, he chased after those lips when they pulled away before opening his eyes to gaze at the fae.

They'd been rivals for so long. Locked in a battle for the ages. A constant attempt to be the one to gain power. Yet now they were entangled in desire that was mutual and made him forget about the world around him.

Licking his lips, he gazed at him more, listening to those words that he suddenly realized he'd been longing for for years. Only he'd never known it. Not until now. Pushing his fingers through that dark hair, he let his eyes wander all over his face as if to see if Iseul truly meant it.

No, he definitely had to mean it...

"And your others?" The cause of what had hurt him the last time he was here. Back before the kiss in what seemed like ages ago...