Steamy 18+ Scenes Ahead
*Damon's POV*
She haunted me.
Every step Nyla took in Moonshade reverberated through my senses. Her scent tugged at something primal in me . I fought it, of course. I always did. But the bond… the bond was awakening.
Even when she wasn't near, I could feel her—like a pulse under my skin. I was the Alpha, bound to control, discipline, restraint. But she undid me with a glance.
Tonight, I couldn't resist anymore.
I found her where the woods met the moonlight, leaning on the railing of her porch, her arms crossed over her chest as though holding herself together. The night breeze danced through her hair. She looked like something out of a dream—and I wanted to ruin her in the best way.
"You always find me," she said softly.
"I can't help it," I murmured, stepping closer. "You draw me in like gravity."
She didn't speak, just watched me with eyes wide and uncertain… but not afraid.
I reached for her hand, slowly, giving her a chance to pull away. She didn't.
When I pulled her to me, her body melted against mine like she had always belonged there.
The rhythm started slow—deep, controlled. I watched her eyes roll back, her hands clenching the sheets.
Every thrust, every gasp, was a vow written in heat and sweat.
She was velvet and fire around me, and I was undone.
We moved together—wild, desperate, lost in each other.
When she finally shattered beneath me, crying out my name, I followed with a groan, burying my face in her neck as we fell over the edge together.
We lay tangled in silence, the only sound our uneven breaths.
"You're mine," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead.
She looked at me, eyes heavy, lips swollen. "And you're mine."
And in that moment, something ancient clicked into place.
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