Elena – POV
"I haven't forgiven you," I whispered, my voice soft but unyielding. My palm pressed against the curve of his chest, feeling the thrum of power just beneath the surface. His heartbeat—wild, erratic, like it wanted out of his ribcage.
"Just so you know," I added, barely above a breath, even as I leaned in and brushed my lips against his.
The kiss was hesitant at first—an apology, a warning, a line drawn and crossed all at once. My stomach twisted. My body buzzed. I knew it would be the last straw. Knew that the second I gave in—even just for a moment—he wouldn't hold back anymore.
And he didn't.
The instant my lips moved against his, Damon took control.
Like a switch had flipped. A storm let loose.
