Chapter 63: Untitled
(Scarlet's POV)
Damon panted heavily between my legs, his breath hot against my skin. Of all the games we played, all the twisted rituals of control and surrender, this was his favorite part. The raw, unfiltered possession.
I didn't shy away. The friction was bordering on pain, a sharp, electric sting that should have made me retreat, but I didn't. Instead, I reached up and gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into the hard muscle until I felt the skin break. It was a silent war of attrition. The more resilience I showed, the more vicious he became. He lowered his head and bit down on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, a savage claim that tore a ragged cry from my throat.
"Damon."
His name hung in the air, mixing with the drone of the television I hadn'
