~Lyra~

Oh my God.

Like no, seriously. Oh my fucking God.

Did Damon just say that?

Did he really just stand there—broad and bloodstained and terrifyingly hot with those dark Alpha eyes still glowing—and announce to the world, to Camilla, to me, that yes, he had been fucking me?

Yes, yes he did.

His eyes burned with that dark, possessive fire when he took a step closer, his voice dropping even deeper, viscous as molasses and twice as filthy.

“She has that trembling, desperate look in her eyes when I’m inside her—you know, that voice-cracking, breath-melting please don’t stop look?

“I grab her hips and drive in deeper until her...