Damon leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive, a silent promise of the desire that simmered beneath his calm exterior. Caroline’s heart raced, her mind screaming at her to pull away, to remember her mission, her need to escape. But as Damon’s lips claimed hers, a wave of warmth and something dangerously close to yearning swept over her, drowning out her fears.
His hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as his kiss deepened, each touch stoking a fire within her that she hadn’t anticipated. For a moment, she was lost, swept up in the intensity of his embrace, the feeling of his hands tracing along her back, leaving trails of heat in their wake.
But just as quickly as she had allowed herself to surrender, she felt a jolt of pan
