Zora’s POV
Damon’s voice, a mere hushed breath, caressed my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You should do a better job of hiding whatever you're up to," he murmured, his words a soft command laced with warning, referring to the fading scar on my cheek.
His words were as sharp as ever, but there was a contradiction in his eyes. They held a softness that clashed with his harsh statement. Before I could process this, he leaned in, and his lips met my earlobe, a mere whisper of a touch that sent a shiver down my spine. It was an intimate gesture that defied the boundaries that had always separated us.
As his lips brushed against my skin, my heart quickened, and a dizzying wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. It was a forbidden moment, and it felt like the most pleasurable sin.
