~Damon~
She was standing by the wall exactly where I had left her. Her body was motionless, but her chest was rising and falling fast. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were huge, dilated, locked on me like I was a god she didn’t know whether to kneel for or run from.
She had watched everything.
And she wasn’t afraid.
She was panting.
She was trembling.
Her thighs were pressed together, and her scent was pouring through the hallway like a wave of heat-drenched sugar and slick.
I walked toward her, my boots leaving bloody prints across the tile, my chest still rising and falling with adrenaline. I didn’t blink. I didn’t rush.
When I stopped in front of her, I was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body.
She looked up at me like she was on the verge of falling apart.
Her
