Damon POV
Elle does not stop pounding on my chest the entire way up the stairs, her screams becoming more desperate and manic as we ascend. The tingles erupting all over my skin from her contact are distracting me from why I am so pissed at her in the first place. We pass some of her friends who look like they want to intervene until they see my black eyes and hear the snarl that escapes my chest. Once we get away from the madness of this party, I know I will be able to enjoy the feeling of having Elle in my arms, even if she is screaming drunken profanities at me.
We finally reach the hallway where my room is located; I waste no time opening the door and slamming it shut behind us. Placing her calmly on the floor, I step back, ready to reprimand her for her stupidity, but before I can
