CHAPTER 13

His free hand slipped from her stomach and underneath the short length of her dress to tease her thigh. Scar gasped and arched her back as Damon's fingers brushed against the sweet secrets hidden at their apex, light but insistent. She was already wet, soaked through her panties, and he wondered just how long she'd been waiting for this. When had she started wanting him , when both of them had expected their first time together could be their last.

Now,Scar ached for him to touch her more. It physically hurt him to hold back, but for all he knew, this could be their last time, even if their first had not been. So Damon was content to take his time, exploring her body with gentle hands and lips. He wanted to memorize the way she tasted, the way she smelled, the little sounds she made when he touched her just so. He wanted to brand her into his memory so that even if they were apart, she would be with him always. Perhaps it was selfish of him, when she was the one who'd initiate