Damon’s POV:
She practically melted into me. There wasn't an ounce of resistance in her frame. The moment my lips crashed against hers, she surrendered.
That act of pure, unadulterated submission made my wolf let out a primal howl of triumph. It was the sound of a predator finally catching the only prey that ever mattered.
My tongue danced against hers, frantic and greedy, tracing the velvet heat of her mouth. I wanted to etch every detail of her taste into my memory. One hand tangled in the damp hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her head to deepen the contact, while the other curled around her waist, pulling her so flush against me that I could feel the frantic skip of her heart against my ribs.
We kissed for an eternity. I felt like a man who had spent years wandering a desert, o
