Lana’s POV
The way he tilted his head, slow and deliberate, sent a shiver darting down my spine. Damon wasn’t in a rush, and that was exactly what made it unbearable. His gaze lingered on my lips as though he was savoring the moment before tasting them. Then, with a patience that was almost cruel, he leaned closer, every inch closing in on my defenses.
My lips parted slightly. “Damon…” The whisper slipped out, half a plea, half a warning.
But resistance crumbled into reluctance before I could even form another thought. His mouth touched mine, featherlight at first, almost testing, before claiming me with a kiss that dragged me into silence. Heat spread through my chest as my eyes fluttered halfway shut, surrendering to the softness that deepened into fire.
When his lips left mine for
