The night has turned quiet, save for the faint sound of my breath mingling with Damon's. The air between us crackles with electricity, the space between our bodies charged with an undeniable tension. It's no longer about words—it's about feeling. What we need, what we want, what we've been avoiding for so long.
His hands roam over my body, exploring with a purpose now, each touch sending a new wave of heat through me. I can't think straight; the only thing that exists at this moment is him and the overwhelming need for him to be even closer.
"Ella," Damon whispers, his voice strained. "You feel so damn good. Every part of you."
His lips find mine again, a kiss that is deeper than before, more urgent. I respond without hesitation, my hands sliding down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath the skin, the heat of him pressing against me. There's no time for hesitation now—everything we've both held back, every wall we've built, is collapsing in the face of the fire that burns between us.
I can feel Damon's pulse quickening under my fingertips, his body tensing with each new touch. It's as if he's been waiting for this, for me, for this moment to finally arrive. And I've been waiting too, even if I didn't realize it until now. His hands move lower, brushing over the sensitive skin of my waist, and I gasp at the feel of his fingertips skimming along the edge of my skin.
His touch is possessive now, no longer tentative. There's a hunger in him that mirrors my own, a desire that cannot be ignored any longer. The ache between my legs grows more insistent, every inch of me pulsing with need. I pull him closer, desperate to feel the full weight of him.
"Damon," I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I need you."
His response is immediate. Without a word, he presses me back against the bed, his body coming down over mine with a force that takes my breath away. His hands are everywhere—on my skin, my back, my thighs—and I feel myself unraveling beneath him. Each touch, each movement, pulls me deeper into the vortex of desire, until there's no separation between us, just the two of us, tangled in the fire of our need.
His lips leave mine, trailing down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensations, to the way his mouth moves over me, the way his hands follow the lines of my body. Every part of me is alive with the feel of him, with the knowledge that we are no longer holding back.
When his lips find the soft curve of my collarbone, I arch into him, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. "Don't stop," I whisper, the words barely leaving my lips before he kisses me again, harder this time, more desperate.
His hands travel to the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head in one swift motion, leaving me bare beneath him. The cool air of the room contrasts with the heat of our bodies, but it only fuels the fire between us, the need to feel more, to get closer. I can feel Damon's body pressing into mine, the hard line of his erection against my thigh, and the realization hits me like a wave.
We're past the point of no return now. And at this moment, I don't want to turn back.
His hands slip under the waistband of my pants, and I lift my hips instinctively, giving him access, a quiet sigh escaping my lips as his fingers skim over the curve of my hips. I meet his eyes then, locking with the intensity that burns in them. There's a moment of stillness, of waiting, and then he's moving again, his lips crashing into mine, his hands guiding mine over his chest, down to the waistband of his pants.
I feel the hardness through the fabric, and the reality of what's happening settles in my gut. We're both in this, no longer holding back, no longer pretending that this is anything but real.
"Are you sure?" Damon asks, his voice rough, his hands pausing in their exploration. He's giving me a choice—giving me control of this moment, even though he knows what we both want.
I don't answer with words. Instead, I pull him toward me, my hands working to free him from the rest of his clothes. The heat between us is unbearable, the air thick with the weight of what's coming. I need him, more than I've ever needed anything.
And when I finally feel the bare press of his skin against mine, when our bodies align in perfect sync, there's nothing left but the two of us—no more hesitation, no more walls. Just the raw, undeniable connection that has been building between us for so long.
His name slips from my lips, soft and breathless, and that's all it takes for him to move, to drive into me with a force that makes me gasp. The pleasure is instant and overwhelming, and I can't stop myself from meeting him with every ounce of energy I have, giving myself to him completely.
The pace builds slowly at first, our bodies finding a rhythm that feels almost too good to be true. I can't think, can't speak. All I can do is feel—feel him, feel the fire between us that's burning hotter with every passing second. His hands are everywhere, guiding me, pulling me closer, making me feel like I'm the only thing that matters in this world.
And when he thrusts deeper, harder, a cry escapes me, the pleasure too intense to contain. I lose myself in him, in the heat of our connection, in the rawness of everything we've built up to this moment.
Damon groans, his body tensing as he drives into me once more, and I can feel the tension building between us, the moment approaching. I meet him with everything I have left, my nails digging into his back as the world blurs around me, the only thing real is him, and the rush of pleasure that crashes over us in a wave.
When it finally comes, when the pressure breaks and we both tumble over the edge, I gasp, my body shaking with the intensity of the release. Damon collapses on top of me, his breath ragged, and I hold him close, feeling the weight of the moment settle between us.
We lie there for a long while, tangled in each other, our hearts beating in sync as the world outside fades away. There's nothing left to say—nothing we need to explain. We've crossed a line we can't uncross, and at this moment, I wouldn't want to.