I could almost feel the heat of his palm now, the way he’d grip my waist, the sharp sting followed by the slow, soothing touch that always came after. I could hear the smirk in his voice, the way he’d murmur,
“You really don’t learn, do you, baby?”
A shiver ran down my spine.
I sighed, forcing myself to focus, not wanting to get carried away with those kinds of thoughts — not when I was still sore, still healing, still trying to hold on to some semblance of control. But God, he made it hard.
Damon didn’t just live in my heart — he lived in my skin, in my breath, in the places my mind wandered when it shouldn’t.
He smirked. “Remind me never to get on your bad side. I never really thought you were this vengeful. Waited what, almost two years to get your revenge on her? For shunning you.
