Damon – POV
Fuck.
Even now, after I'd spent myself inside her, after I'd lost every last thread of restraint, the heat still crawled under my skin like a living thing.
Not the same molten fury as before — but an aching, unfinished need that throbbed in my veins.
She pulled off my lap, her breath ragged, her legs trembling, water sloshing around us. My cock slipped out of her slick, still hard enough to hurt. Her heat clung to me, sticky, intoxicating. And gods, every part of me wanted to drag her right back, flip her over, and take her again until she begged me to finish what we started.
But she wouldn't look at me.
Even after everything.
Even after giving me what no one else ever could — the raw surrender of her body.
I could still see the stubborn set of her jaw. The warning in her wolf-gold eyes.
Don't mark me.
