The days seem to blur together now, a quiet rhythm settling between Damon and me. There's no rush, no sense of urgency to define what's happening. We spend our nights together, talking, laughing, and sometimes just lying in silence. It's the kind of peace I've never known with him—never thought I'd experience.
But tonight feels different. Tonight, the air is thick with something unspoken, a tension that's both familiar and new. Damon's been quiet for the past few hours, his eyes following me as I move around his apartment, a quiet intensity simmering beneath the surface. I can feel his gaze, the weight of it as if he's waiting for something.
I try to ignore the pull between us, the magnetic attraction that's always simmered beneath our words, our touches. But tonight, it feels like it's finally going to snap.
I turn around to find him watching me, his expression unreadable. There's a hardness in his eyes now, something raw, and I know that whatever he's been holding back is about to come to the surface.
"What's going on, Damon?" I ask, my voice steady despite the flutter in my stomach. "You've been quiet all night."
He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he stands up, slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine. He steps closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off him, a quiet intensity that pulls me in.
"Ella," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "I've been trying to keep my distance, trying not to push you too fast. But I can't do it anymore. I need you. I need to feel you."
My breath hitches at the words, my heart racing in my chest. There's something raw and desperate in his tone, something that tells me he's at his limit.
"I need to know you're not running from this," he continues, his hands reaching for me, pulling me closer. "That you're not just playing with me."
His words send a wave of heat through me, and I feel my body react, the ache between my legs suddenly undeniable. It's like everything has built to this moment—the undeniable tension, the pull between us—and now it's crashing over me.
"I'm not playing with you," I whisper, my voice trembling as his hands slide down my back, pressing me closer. "I'm not going anywhere."
His lips brush against mine, gentle at first, a soft exploration. But then it deepens, his hands roaming, and everything else fades. I lose myself in him, in the heat of the moment, in the desperate need to feel him.
My breath catches when his hands slip under my shirt, his fingers warm against my skin. The sensation is electrifying, a spark of pleasure that shoots through me, making everything else seem irrelevant. I tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, needing to feel the skin beneath my fingers.
He groans, his hands sliding down my body, his touch hungry, urgent. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the desire burning between us, and I can't stop myself from responding. My body moves instinctively, pulling him closer, urging him to take what we both know we want.
Damon's lips trail down my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and I gasp at the sensation. He knows what he's doing, how to touch me, how to make me forget everything but him. I feel the tension building, an unbearable pressure, and I know we've crossed a line that we can't uncross.
"I've wanted this for so long," Damon whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. "Wanted you. Every part of you."
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel the heat surge through me again, stronger this time. The need is overwhelming, and I can't fight it. I don't want to fight it.
Without thinking, I push him back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for the same urgency, the same need that I feel. "Are you sure?" I ask my voice barely a whisper. "Because once we go there... we can't go back."
Damon's hands tighten around me, his eyes dark with desire. "I don't want to go back," he says, his voice low and rough. "I want you. All of you."
And in that moment, I know. I know that whatever happens next will change everything between us. But I can't bring myself to care anymore. I want him as much as he wants me. And right now, that's all that matters.