~Lyra~

My throat went dry. My whole body went dry. Except it didn’t, not really, because between my legs it was the opposite, heat rushing in so fast I swore it leaked into the sheets.

Damon’s hand was wrapped around himself like he owned the world, like he was the only man alive worth looking at, and I couldn’t even breathe without feeling it.

“Oh my Goddess,” I whispered. My eyes wouldn’t move. Couldn’t move. They were glued to the thick, veined length of him, ...