The door wouldn’t budge. Neither would Enzo.

"You’re enjoying this," you muttered, glaring at him in the dim emergency light.

He smirked, stepping closer. "A locked room, just us, no interruptions? What’s not to enjoy?"

"You do realize I’m Stefan’s twin, right? Damon’s baby sister?"

His fingers grazed your wrist, trailing up your arm, featherlight. "You really should remind me of that."

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t pull away.

"Thought so," he murmured, his lips brushing your jaw.

Patience snapped. You grabbed his shirt and crashed your lips against his.

He groaned, pinning you against the shelves, hands gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt, fingers scorching against bare skin. His tongue swept against yours, teasing, claiming. He rolled his hips, and you gasped, nails raking down his chest.

"Damon’s going to kill you," you panted as his lips trailed down your throat, sucking a mark into your skin.

Enzo smirked, gripping your thighs and lifting you onto the shelf, pressing closer, harder.

"Worth it."