Chapter 282

Chapter 282:

I desperately wanted to snatch the towel from the floor and wrap it around myself, but it was as if an invisible force had me rooted in place.

I stood there, eyes tightly shut, letting him enjoy the little show.

Conceal it, Aurora.

I scolded myself as I felt the heat pooling at the apex of my thighs.

Fuck.

I forced myself to think of reasons why I should hate him after everything he had done to me.

I didn’t want him to sense even the slightest trace of my arousal. I couldn’t let him think he still had any claim over my body.

He owed me an apology.

It took every ounce of strength to tighten my thighs and stay focused.

I hated that Damon still had this effect on me.

“What is that sudden sweet scent I perceive?” he asked mischievously, shutting the door behind him as he walked into my room.

My heart was pounding like a thousand war drums, and my chest rose and fell in anxiety as he drew closer. My legs began to tremble, almost unable to support my weight.

I took deep breaths, fighting to control myself.

“Where is that scent coming from?” he asked again, walking towards me.

The sound of his heavy boots striking the floor made my knees weaken as it echoed throughout the room. His own sweet scent made things worse, pulling my focus from everything else.

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“It’s from you. You can’t stop thinking about me, can you? Now you’re so wet,” he whispered in my ear, his fingers brushing against my damp skin.

Aurora

“I see,” his voice stretched, followed by the unmistakable sound of his lips smacking together playfully.

Even with my back turned to him, I could tell—

He was licking his lips with that moist tongue of his.

Thank the Goddess I could only imagine it.

Seeing it would have driven me insane.

“The scent is nothing to be concerned about,” I replied quickly, lowering my head.

“It’s just perfume.”

I exhaled slowly, realizing I had been holding my breath, praying my excuse would be enough to satisfy him.

A low chuckle filled the air, vibrating through me, sending a shiver down my spine.

My heart flipped.

Please, let him believe me.

“Perfume?” he repeated, mockery dripping from his voice.

“This perfume?”

A tense silence followed.

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