Another shudder ghosted down his spine mingling perfectly with a gentle gasp bursting out of full, sensual subtle rose lips. Damon's jaw was locked so tight, his teeth would tingle in light warning and it was the exact admonition he needed to get up and leave.
But he couldn't do anything but glare at the plush sofa that catered to her small frame.
Strings of quiet docile moans and gratifying sighs were pouring over-abundant amounts of kerosene over a flame—which he didn't even have in him to deny that existed anymore—until it was a flourishing perilous combustion of many.
He found himself obsessing the last few weeks over what or whom could be the centre of her dreams that made her cry out in her slumber.
Bonnie's body jerked infinitesimally as her breathing increased to pants, her eyelids strained as she squeezed them tighter, those enticing lips parted. The benignant redolence of her arousal dominated the room and enveloped him in all things sinfully sweet whilst her unconscious whisper dangled a fucking carrot in his face .
"Damon.."
It'd only take a gentle prodding of her shoulder to transform their doomed hell into something that would almost touch celestial. But afflicted cinnamon eyes flickered briefly somewhere in the back of his mind and the guilt overflowed.
He should've fucking left.