Wren
His lips crashed against mine like a storm I didn’t see coming but God, I wanted it. Needed it. One moment we argued in the hallway, voices sharp, emotions high, and the next, Damon kissed me like he was starving. Like he was finally declaring I'm his.
I moaned into his mouth, my fingers fisting the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as if I could merge our bodies through sheer force. He responded with a growl that vibrated against my chest, his hands gripping my hips so tightly it was as if he feared I’d vanish if he let go.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and breathless.
I shook my head, swallowing hard. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you.”
That’s all it took. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My
