Chapter 67

Damon

I slammed the door behind me, my breathing ragged as I leaned against it, chest rising and falling in short, sharp bursts.

I had to pull away. I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to stop if I didn’t pull away. But fucking hell was it difficult for me to be able to contain myself when I knew that she was in the room, flustered, ready for me.

I let out a low growl as I walked, growing more frustrated with passing step.

I didn’t even bother trying to hide it. What was the fucking point?

My cock strained painfully against my pants, hard as stone and pulsing with a hunger I couldn’t tame. It was a hunger that I did not even want at tame. My hands clenched at my sides, aching to go back in there, aching to pull her beneath me, to make her mine the way I’ve wanted to since the first night she stepped back into this house. Everything inside of me called me to go back to her, called me for her body. I craved her. I wanted her, and she was going to