When Irina woke up, she felt a hot breath falling upon her face as she breathed. It felt itchy, as though a feather was grazing her face. Murmuring, she reached out and tried to shove it away from her face, then instantly felt a prickly and hot tongue licking her face.

“Ooh—” Irina shrunk back her head and opened her eyes slightly. “Damien?”

The world before her eyes was strikingly white. Irina was dazed for a moment before she slowly started recalling that she and Damien had come out into the mountains.

Ignoring Irina’s struggle, Damien kept licking her face. Of course, he did so very gently. He still remembered...