Chapter Seventy

ELLE POV

Damon leaves me sitting on the edge of the window sill, panting and breathless, my panties soaking wet from his kisses and teasing touches. 'I swear to the Goddess if you do not go after him,' Scarlett scolds, breaking through the fog and my feet finally working to chase after him.

Walking down the hallway to my room, I find his scent right outside my room; entering, I expect to find him on the bed or one of the armchairs, but he isn't. Seeing the door slightly ajar, I hear the bathtub filling with water; pushing the door wider, I see Damon leaning against the counter. His smug attitude is prancing around the room while the tub fills with bubbles and water.

"Strip," Damon demands, his eyes consuming every part of me as if trying to imprint my features into his memory. The energy rolling off of him is suffocating and more robust than it has ever been in the past. I don't move a muscle, standing there staring defiantly. "Babygirl, I am not in the mood to punish you, but I