Chapter 37 – A Line Crossed
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Elena’s breath was stolen the moment Damon’s lips claimed hers. It wasn’t soft, wasn’t tentative. It was raw, demanding, and filled with unspoken emotions neither of them were ready to admit.
She should have resisted. She should have thought about what this meant, what it would change.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she melted into him, her fingers clutching at his shirt as if anchoring herself to the moment. The tension that had simmered between them for weeks finally ignited, and for the first time, Damon wasn’t the cold, untouchable man he pretended to be.
His hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine. But just as quickly as it started, he tore himself away, cursing under his breath.
“Elena,” he rasped, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
Her heart pounded, her lips still tingling from his kiss. “But it did.”
Damon turned away, his jaw tense. “You don’t understand what you’re getting into.”
“Then make me understand,” she challenged, stepping closer.
His eyes flickered with something dark—something dangerous. “You think this is a game?” His voice was low, rough. “That you can kiss me and everything will be different?”
Elena clenched her fists. “I never said that.”
“You don’t belong in my world, Elena.”
She exhaled sharply, a bitter laugh escaping her. “You keep saying that, but you’re the one who keeps pulling me deeper.”
Damon’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “This was a mistake.”
Pain sliced through her chest, but she refused to show it. “You always say that after you let your guard down.”
His gaze locked onto hers, and for a second, something flickered in his expression—regret, longing, something she couldn’t name. But then, like always, he shut it down.
“Elena, go to your room.” His voice was final, a command, an order.
She wanted to argue, to demand answers. But she knew it would be useless.
Damon Blackwell wasn’t ready to face the truth.
So, with one last lingering glance, she turned and walked away, ignoring the way her heart clenched.
Because deep down, she knew—no matter how much he pushed her away, this wasn’t over.
It never will be.
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