Chapter sixty-three

Lana

Despite waking up feeling incredibly sore between my legs, Damon’s absence still leaves me wondering why he's not the first thing I wake up to see.

I pout as I glance around his chamber, but find no trace of him. “Where is he?”

I don't want to leave the comfort of the bed because everywhere smells like him, but I stink of his cum.

“I need a bath.” I groan, attempting to stand only to realize that my legs are in a bond by a shred.

“Oh my god, he forgot to unbind me,” my cheeks flush red as memories of the last few hours replay in my mind.

Dreamily, I struggle to sit on the bed and pull my legs up to untie myself. Flashbacks of how he had tied my limbs, deepthroated, blindfolded me, and granted me so many profound pleasures surge intense arousal within me.

“Why am I still so horny? I should be satisfied for at least two weeks after last night!” I caution myself, feeling embarrassed by how he has made me want him every damn minute.

It's truly self-damaging to be this needy for a m