084 His Last Attempt

Dahlia's POV

No matter how heated and pleasant our sex was, Damon would always shower after. Getting himself into bed clean and neat.

But not today.

He cuddles into me like a fed big cat, his hot breath behind my ears, making my body shiver at every of his heavy exhales.

I hate how my body still reacts to him no matter how he treats me. Even with him being the suspect of my pack’s fall, even with his engagement with Jessica still on, I can’t refuse him when he turns me on.

I close my eyes in his iron-like arms, tired as if a train just ran over my body.

But I can’t sleep. I haven’t forgotten my plan.

“Hey, I need to hit the shower,” In the end I pat him slightly on the arm. I often feel like a prey under the paws of a predator when he hugs me. Today I have to be the lion tamer.

Damon tightens his arms instead. He rubs the tip of his nose behind my ear, purring. He knows what would get to me. For a moment I really want to indulge anything and everything he asks.

“Don’t go, please.”

His