I can feel the heat rising between us, but it's not the kind of warmth that comforts me. It's the kind of fire that threatens to consume everything. Every moment I spend in Damon's presence feels like I'm teetering on the edge of an inferno, and no matter how much I try to pull back, the flames draw me in deeper.
He showed up at my door again late, but I knew he'd come. The pull between us is undeniable; I can feel it growing stronger by the day. He's like a magnet; I'm the metal piece, helpless to resist.
"Ella," his voice is low, dark, and familiar, sending a shiver through me before he even steps inside. He doesn't wait for an invitation; it's as though he knows I'm already expecting him.
"You're becoming predictable, Damon," I say, trying to sound confident, but even my words falter as I meet his gaze. There's something primal in his eyes, something that stirs a heat in my chest I can't ignore.
"Maybe it's not me who's predictable," he says with a smirk, his tone playful but with an edge of something darker. "Maybe it's you."
I take a step back, the tension in my body rising. I don't want to let him in—not this time. But every time I tell myself to push him away, my body betrays me. I can feel the pull, the connection, tugging at me from within.
"What do you want?" I ask, my voice quieter than I intended.
He steps closer, and I can feel the air between us crackling with energy. "I want you, Ella," he says, his voice hushed, his words laced with something raw, something possessive. "That's what I've always wanted."
I open my mouth to respond, to tell him that this is a mistake, that I can't keep doing this. But no words come out. His presence fills the room, drowning out every other thought. All I can focus on is him—his dark eyes, his sharp jawline, the way his body moves with that same effortless dominance I've come to both fear and crave.
Before I can stop myself, my breath catches, and I feel a flush spread across my skin. He's too close, too compelling. And I hate how much I want him.
"You've been running from me," Damon continues, his hand brushing lightly over my arm. His touch is electric, sending a wave of heat through my body that I can't suppress. "But I think you know you can't anymore. You've wanted this from the moment you laid eyes on me."
I try to take a step back, to regain control of the situation, but Damon catches my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. His touch holds a weight of finality, as though this moment is inevitable. And in some twisted way, I know he's right. I've wanted this. I've wanted him.
"No," I breathe out, the word trembling in the air between us. "I don't want this."
But the words feel hollow as they leave my lips. Because if I'm being honest, every part of me does want this. Every part of me is aching for him. The way his gaze pierces through me, the way his touch burns into my skin—it's like I'm on fire, and the only thing that can put it out is him.
Damon pulls me closer, his free hand resting on the small of my back, his thumb tracing small circles against the fabric of my shirt. It's so gentle, so soothing, and yet, it only intensifies the desire spiraling out of control within me.
"You're lying to yourself, Ella," he whispers against my ear, his lips brushing my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. "You can say you don't want this, but your body knows the truth. You want me. And deep down, you know you always have."
His words are like poison, sweet and suffocating, and they settle deep inside me, where I can't escape them. I try to pull away again, but this time, Damon doesn't let me. Instead, he moves his lips to my neck, kissing the sensitive skin just below my ear, his breath hot against my pulse.
I gasp, unable to stop the reaction he's drawn out of me. My heart races, my body betraying me further, aching for him. I can't deny it anymore. There's something between us, something that goes far beyond attraction, beyond the simple pull of chemistry. It's deeper than that, darker.
It's like fate, like destiny, like we were always meant to be like this, even if I hate it.
"Damon…" I whisper, my voice cracking, but I can't find the strength to push him away anymore. I don't know if I ever had that strength to begin with.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark and unreadable. "You're mine, Ella. You always were."
And in that moment, I realize he's not just claiming me physically—he's claiming every part of me. My heart. My mind. My soul.
Before I can think, he captures my lips with his again, and this time, there's no hesitation. It's not a question. It's an answer, a declaration. His kiss is demanding, and all-consuming, and I can't do anything but surrender to it.
I feel the walls I've spent so long building crumble with every touch, every kiss. Damon isn't just breaking me down; he's taking over, piece by piece, and I'm powerless to stop him. I've wanted this. I've always wanted him. But I'm terrified of what that means for me, for us.
His hands slip under my shirt, his touch scorching against my skin. I shiver at the feel of his fingers, his hands moving with an intent that sends a wave of heat coursing through me. My mind screams for control, for distance, but my body screams for more.
I want him. I want all of him.
I don't know what this is between us anymore. I don't know if it's love, obsession, or something darker. But I do know one thing—no matter how much I try to fight it, Damon has ignited a fire within me, and I'm helpless to put it out.
And in that moment, I realize that maybe I don't want to.