~Damon~

I slammed the door shut and stood there like a fucking animal.

Breathing hard.

Fists clenched.

Cock still hard enough to cut stone.

She didn’t even know what she did to me.

That little fucking whimper..God, that sound..had sunk under my skin like a drug and now I was high off her. Drunk off the scent of her slick, her sweat, the fucking desperation she wore like perfume.

And I hadn’t even touched her.

I should’ve.

I wanted to.

Every part of me fucking ached for it.

I could still see her in front of me, gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping her from falling...