“Kiss me.” My tone was firm, demanding. “Now.”
He bent his head down, his lips so close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin. “Will this make you happy, Pet?”
“I think it will make you happy, too.” I smiled up at him with my eyes, trying to forget about the sting of the ropes on my skin. “You need this kiss as much as I do.”
A dark chuckle escaped past his lips. “And you think you know what I need?”
“Yes, I do.” I wet my lips. “Kiss me, Damian. Your queen won’t ask you again.”