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AUTHOR’S POV
The moment Sloane turned the corner, Damon was already there.
Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him, her breath catching as her back hit the cool wall.
The impact never came hard—his hand cradled the back of her head protectively, his body shielding her from harm.
But before she could even register what was happening, his lips crashed onto hers.
A soft gasp left her as Damon kissed her hungrily, his mouth claiming hers with an urgency that sent her senses into a frenzy.
The hallway, the voices from the dining room, the teasing from Vivian and Darleen—it all melted away. All that existed was this.
The heat between them. The fire in his touch.
Sloane barely had time to breathe before he deepened the kiss, his hands gripping her
