Damon's voice was low and mocking, blood still fresh on his lip.
“You talk about your new lover. About family. About the man who supposedly saved you. But here you are— standing in front of me, confessing that all you ever wanted was revenge. Not peace. Not healing. Just me. Just this.”
He steps closer, eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction.
“Don’t act holy now, baby. Moments ago, you weren’t preaching— you were panting. You weren’t fighting —you were melting. You begged for my touch like you used to. Like your body never forgot.”
His voice dropped to a growl, cruel and intimate.
“If I hadn’t seen that pathetic little ring— if I hadn’t asked— your legs would still be wrapped around me, and I’d be buried inside you. You know it. I know it. That’s the truth you can’t scrub off.”
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