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DAMON'S POV There's something very important that I should be remembering right now but it currently seems entirely impossible to hold on to any thought for more than half a second. Because every time I try to think, Michaela moves against me and everything vanishes from my head. Completely. She does it the first time. Then again. And there's no chance I'm remembering anything after that. All I can comprehend at this very moment is the sensation of her, everywhere at once, until even the idea of standing apart feels foreign. Her arms around my neck. Her legs around my waist. Her breathe heavy against my neck Her breasts moving against my bare chest as she chases her pleasure unapologetically. All I can comprehend is resolving this overwhelming longing — this need— into something full and complete. It feels like inevitability. Like everything has led up to this very moment. Having her in my arms. To myself wholly. I can't imagine it any other way. I groan against her
MICHAELA'S POV The world tilts all around me. My breath catches. I forget to inhale. The air seems too thin all at once. And when I finally do try, every breath feels unsteady afterward. He's kissing me. Like hatred and hunger are the same thing. My heart is hammering against my ribs as though it wants to tear away from my chest. I'm not sure that it isn't trying to. And Damon isn't stopping. This time, he isn't stopping. His tongue plunges into my mouth. Every tease. Every stroke drives me insane. His hands tighten around my thigh pulling me higher. Closer. I let him. I had imagined this too many times. No matter how hard I tried not to. No matter how badly I didn't want to. Whenever the muscles on his forearms had flexed beneath his shirt as he’d cleared the path for us through the forest, I'd thought of all the things that strength could do to me. When I'd seen the complete hunger in his eyes that day he found me naked in the pool by the waterfall, I'd imagined wh
MICHAELA'S POVSlowly, carefully, he leans down, brushing a kiss down the line of my jaw.I can feel the edge of the table pushing against my lower back. I crane my neck to give him more access without even thinking.My eyes slam shut as he moves lower, tongue dragging a trail of fire down my throat.And then lower.And lower…I inhale a sharp breath, biting on my lower lip to stop from making any sound as he sucks, teeth grazing flesh.I'm a compilation of tightly wound nerves and violently raging hormones. I don't even realise when my arms find their way around his neck, pulling him closer and yet, somehow, it isn’t close enough.I don't even realise when his left hand finds its way underneath my right thigh, lifting me so I'm perched on the table.I don't even realise how he got there, hips shoved completely in between my legs, one hand still firmly on my right thigh, the other braced against the table by my hips.His face is flushed completely against my skin, breathing nothing bu
MICHAELA'S POV Damon’s gaze drifts over the bowls stacked beside me. Then to the cloth in my hands. Then back to me. “What exactly are you doing?” “Cleaning.” “You folded the same cloth four times.” “I like symmetry.” “You folded it into four different shapes.” I glare at him. “Don’t start.” His mouth twitches. “I haven’t started.” That smile says otherwise. I grab something else. Mostly because it gives my hands something to do. Unfortunately, it also gives Damon another excuse to keep talking. “You’re nervous.” I nearly drop the bowl again. Not carefully this time. “I am not nervous.” “You’re holding that like it’s about to attack you.” I look down. Immediately put it down. Goddess. What is wrong with me today? Damon’s smile widens. I hate that smile. I hate that I know exactly what it looks like when he’s trying not to laugh. I hate that I like it. Sometimes. Most of the time. Aargh. “You seem very pleased with yourself,” I
MICHAELA'S POV “Good morning,” Damon says. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Which is unfortunate. Because I had several perfectly reasonable responses prepared. Then he takes another step into the room. I vaguely register the brush of wet feet against the plush carpet. And every single one of my responses vanishes. My gaze betrays me. Just for a second. A very brief second. Unfortunately, that second is enough. I look down. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was continuing to look. My third mistake was having functioning eyes. Because Damon is standing in nothing but a towel. A towel. One towel. One extremely unhelpful towel. The morning light filters through the half-open window behind him, cutting across his shoulders in pale gold. Dust motes drift lazily through the beam like they’ve forgotten how to fall. My eyes immediately dart back to his face. His mouth doesn’t twitch. He doesn’t smile. He just watches me. Still. Patient. Like he has al
DAMON'S POV I wake up to warmth, sunlight... And an elbow in my ribs. For a moment, I have absolutely no idea what is happening. It takes a second for memory to arrive. Last night. Waking up. Seeing her. Then I look down. Michaela is asleep beside me. Half draped across my chest. One arm wrapped around my waist. The elbow responsible for my current suffering is pressed directly into my side. I stare at the ceiling. And decide I would willingly suffer far worse. The thought is alarming. Mostly because I mean it. Entirely. For several minutes, I don't move. Partly because I don't want to wake her. Mostly because I can't stop looking at her. Morning light spills through the room, catching in her fiery hair. A few curls have escaped and settled across her cheek. There is a faint crease beneath one eye from the pillow. She looks exhausted. Beautiful. Comfortably asleep in a way I don't think I've ever seen before. The sight does strange
Damon has never let a slight go unpunished. Which means I’m either already dead… or something is very, very wrong. By noon, Damon should have humiliated me. At least twice. He hadn’t even looked at me. I keep glancing over my shoulder, half convinced I woke up in some parallel universe w
I scrub my hands longer than necessary.The sink squeaks when I turn it off.I count to ten before I reach for his door.He hates when I knock before entering his room.I do it anyway.I wait a second before turning the knob and stepping inside.There’s a bottle of sanitizer on the table by his cot
What are you doing?Somewhere in the back of my mind, a small, rational voice tries to break through.My fingers grow bolder.They trace a slow path across his shoulder, up the side of his throat, along the sharp line of his jaw.His breathing changes.I hear it.Feel it.The low growl building in h
I watch as the car pulls up to the curb.I leave my bedroom window and rush downstairs, taking a steadying breath before opening the front door.Cole remains in the driver’s seat, waiting.He’s been driving Talia and me to school ever since he got his license three years ago. Even after graduating,







