~ Damon ~
The cold shower wasn’t doing me any favors.
My head was spinning, my heart racing, and let’s just say, I was definitely feeling the effects of being so close to losing control.
Lila was in the other room, sprawled out in my bed. I could only imagine she was still quivering from the way I’d touched her, the way she’d moaned my name, how her body had melted into mine.
And here I was, fists pressed against the cold tile, trying to erase the memory of sliding my fingers between her thighs.
I raked my hand through my wet hair and let out a heavy sigh. Just thinking about it made my body twitch.
This was pure torture.
I turned off the water and dried off in a hurry, slipping into a pair of sweatpants—no shirt, no armor to shield me.
I stepped back into the bedroom.
The lights
