Damon lifts her in one smooth motion and carried her toward the bed, their lips never parting. The room filled with their mingled breaths, soft gasps, and the deep rumble of Damon’s wolf vibrating under his skin.
Clothes fell away— soft sounds of fabric hitting the floor, revealing warm skin, flushed cheeks, trembling breaths.
Elina lay beneath him, eyes wide and shining like she was seeing him for the first time. Damon hovered over her, brushing his thumb along her cheek.
“Elina…” he whispered, voice rough.
His wolf howled in desperate reverence.
She reached up and touched his jaw, her voice barely a breath. “Damon… I want this. I want you.” That was all he needed.
He kissed her again—slow, deep, like a worship before trailing his mouth down her throat, down to the soft curve of her
