Elena POV:
What the fuck was I thinking?!
The knock on the door hit like a bucket of cold water, yanking me straight out of the lust-drunk haze I'd completely drowned in. One moment I was grinding shamelessly on Damon's cock, his hands all over me, mouth doing devastating things to mine—and the next, reality sucker-punched me in the chest.
Shit.
I pushed against his chest—firm, wet, glorious, sinful—and scrambled out from under him like I hadn't just been seconds away from begging him to fuck me into oblivion. My heart was racing. My breathing? Chaotic. My panties? Absolutely ruined.
"I— I need air," I choked out, more to myself than him. My voice was cracked, hoarse with desire, like I'd just survived a fever I'd willingly set myself on fire for.
