~Damon~

Fuck.

Fuck.

What the hell have I done?

Why did I lie to her?

I kept pacing the bathroom like a fucking maniac, trying to get my breath back, trying to ground myself in something that wasn’t the memory of her cunt squeezing me like it was sculpted to break men apart.

The air in the room was thick with steam and the smell of sweat and sex. My skin was still burning from the way her nails raked down my chest, from the way her mouth trembled when she asked me ...