Damon's POV

The room was quiet except for our breaths - uneven, needy, tangled in the rhythm of everything that was about to unfold between us.

Her skin was warm under my touch, like velvet beneath my fingers. She lay beneath me, lips parted, eyes wide and soft, blinking up at me like I was something more than I was. Something she wanted - needed.

I wanted her too.

More than I'd ever wanted anything.

My hands slid beneath her shirt, fingers dancing across her waist, and she shivered. I looked ...