ELLE POV
Damon stops washing my body, his stare searing into me, desperate for confirmation that he heard right. "A prophecy?" His face carries the same shock mine held hours before. Taking the shampoo from the shelf, I pour a dime-sized amount into my hand, lifting my arms, my chest tingling from rubbing lightly against his.
A low growl rumbles past Damon's lips shaking the world around us, his c**k rubbing lightly against my thigh with each movement, making me flutter in anticipation. His nostrils flare, his breaths deepening as he tries to contain the lust within.
"Damon?" I ask, checking on his reserve as my fingers continue to work their magic on his scalp, I know what I am doing to him, but I like seeing him relax under my touch.
"Biscuit," Damon's breath comes out in ragged
