Damon's POV
Fuck.
I love the way she tastes when she finally, completely succumbs to me. It’s like a drug, this sweet, heady flavor of her surrender. It was all I could do not to lose control right there against the car.
And then she did it. That maddening, perfect thing. She arched her body into mine, a soft, pleading press that shot straight through me. It was an invitation, a silent plea for more. My blood roared in my ears. She was giving in. She wanted this to go further. I was sure of it.
And then, just like that, she broke the kiss.
Before I could even grunt a protest, she ducked under my arm, pushed past me, and rushed for the hotel doors like her life depended on it. The sound of her hurried footsteps echoed in the quiet night, and then the glass door slid shut behind her.
