8
Elle
I stood in the kitchen, wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, sipping coffee I hadn’t finished. Damon leaned against the counter across from me, watching like I was something waiting to be unwrapped.
“I want to try something,” I said.
His eyebrow lifted, just slightly. “Oh?”
“I want to take control. Just once.”
Silence stretched but he didn’t blink.
“I want to top you,” I added, steadying my voice. “See what it’s like.”
He set his mug down slowly. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He nodded once, like a deal was being made. “Then do it. But you better mean it.”
“I do.”
The way he stared made my stomach tighten .
He turned and walked to the bedroom, shirt off now, muscles flexing under his skin. I followed quietly and barefoot, my heart pounding.
He sat on the edge of the bed an
