"Who are you?" Damien asked at last, now feeling fully steady, his legs no longer trembling under him. "And why help me at all?"
Her lips curled seductively. "I am Lyrisa, a lone cultivator from a distant drow world. I've journeyed here seeking treasures to gain strength. There's a competition in my homeland in a month's time, and only the strongest survive."
Damien narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "And what do you want from me?"
Lyrisa stepped closer, her body pressing lightly against his, her full breasts brushing gently against his chest. "An ally. Or perhaps more," she whispered, tracing a delicate finger across his jawline, sending electricity sparking down his spine.
Damien frowned lightly.
Once again, he was in unfamiliar territory.
For all his killing experience, for all the suffering and pain he had experienced, for all the things he had gone through, he was painfully short in experience in one particular aspect of life.
Love, lust and romance.
