DAMON’S POV
The scent of her still lingered on my skin—wild lavender with a hint of something sweeter, something uniquely Olivia. It clung to me as I stood in the bathroom, watching the steam from the shower fog the mirror. I could still hear her soft, breathless moans echoing in my mind, the way her body had melted into mine without hesitation, the rawness of it all.
What had gotten into her tonight? Olivia was always so restrained, so guarded. But tonight, she’d let everything go, given herself to me so completely it almost felt like she was someone else. I let the water run cold before stepping under the spray, hoping it would clear my head.
My thoughts turned darker as I replayed every detail of our time together. I hated myself for it, but the mate bond had always been my greate
