Chapter thirty

Lana

When I step into the quiet sanctuary of my room, the echoes of my passionate moans resonate in my ears, and I sink onto the bed in utter shame.

I exhale rapidly as the memory of Damon’s intimate touch intensifies, making each breath more challenging.

I abruptly sit up, my cheeks burning as the realization dawns that I agreed to spend the night in his chamber.

A groan escapes me in humiliation, recalling how I used my books as an excuse to escape his tempting and commanding presence.

“Why did I say such a thing?!” I groan again, regretting letting out my feelings that he gave me an appetizer, and now that I feel too starved to sleep beside him.

“What if he expects me to sleep beside him?”

“How can I express that I desire more than just an appetizer, but I'm terrified to take the next step?”

The fear of sleeping with him gnaws at me, conflicting with the undeniable desire my body harbors for him. I'm aware that many women would find it absurd to resist my desire since we’re mate