Sera’s Point of View
Damon didn’t put me down after he kissed the taste of himself out of my mouth. He just kept me pinned to the wall, my legs still wrapped around his waist, his hands under my thighs like he’d forgotten how to let go. I could feel him getting hard again already, pressing thick and hot against the soaked lace between my legs.
“Still with me, baby?” he rasped against my lips.
I answered by rolling my hips, grinding myself on him until he cursed under his breath.
“That’s a yes,” he muttered, and then he carried me, still impaled on nothing but anticipation, straight through the bedroom doorway. He didn’t bother with the bed. Not yet.
He stopped in the middle of the room, turned, and slammed my back against the full-length mirror on the closet door. The cold glass shock
