Chapter Sixty

DAMON POV

As my foot stepped through my doorway, an overwhelming lust began to run rampant, and my cock was fueled forward by the subtle hints of her arousal swirling in the air. My claws elongate, gliding through her dress's flimsy cloth without resistance. Her milky skin is glowing in this dimly lit room, calling to me like a beacon as my tongue explores her mouth through her subtle moans.

My hands are frantically exploring her like it might be the last time we will see each other. I am so lost in my lust for Elle I barely register her hands pushing me away until Slade's coarse voice rings through our bond.

'Damon, ENOUGH!' yelling brought me back to reality; I pulled away to breathe for the first time in minutes, my nose stroking hers as I tried to recover from the high.

"Damon," Elle says, her face serious, "we need to talk."

"I know," I sigh, "but I need to shower. I won't be able to concentrate with your scent all over me."

Her face is screaming skepticism, but she sa