The air between you was thick with tension, the kind that had been simmering for far too long. Damon had always been a temptation you knew better than to give in to, but tonight, you didn’t care. Not when he had you pinned against the wall of the dimly lit bedroom, his hands roaming your body with an urgency that sent shivers down your spine.

“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a low, seductive warning.

You arched into him, fingers tangling in his dark hair as you pulled him closer. “And you love it.”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest before he crashed his lips against yours, claiming you with a hunger that left you breathless. His hands slid under your shirt, rough and demanding, as if he needed to feel every inch of you right now. You gasped against his mouth when he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed with inhuman ease before dropping you onto the mattress.

Damon hovered over you, his blue eyes dark with something dangerous. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You swallowed hard, nodding. You knew what he was, knew the danger that came with him. But you also knew Damon—knew that, despite his wickedness, he would never truly hurt you.

His smirk returned, though there was something predatory about it now. “Good.”

Before you could respond, his lips were back on you—hot, demanding, claiming. His hands pinned your wrists above your head, his body pressing into yours, letting you feel exactly how much he wanted you. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, and your breath hitched.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured, his tongue flicking over your pulse point. “So tempting.”

Then, without warning, he bit down.

A sharp sting bloomed into pleasure, a dizzying mix of pain and euphoria as he drank from you, his grip tightening as if he couldn’t get enough. Your body arched into his, a moan slipping from your lips at the intoxicating sensation.

Damon groaned, pulling back just enough to lick over the wound, his tongue soothing where his fangs had pierced you