The air in the room was already thick, charged with static electricity and the warm scent of two bodies about to collide. When Damon approached the bed, there was no smooth transition. It was a declaration of war.
Lily arched her back, a feline movement stretching in the sun, but her expression was one of pure hunger. Her fingers dug into the dark sheets, her nails scraping the fabric with a rough, promising sound.
"Enough waiting," she growled, and the voice was no longer entirely hers. It was deeper, reverberating with an otherworldly echo that made the air vibrate. "Show me what you've got. Prove to me that you're as big as your arrogance."
Damon didn't respond with words. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips, the first genuine expression since they had entered the room. He placed a knee on the bed, the mattress yielding under his weight, and his hands, large and marked by old scars, closed around her ankles. Lily's skin was hot as embers beneath his touch.
