Page 88 of Ravage

I have no idea where to go. In the dark, I can barely see anything. I've grown uncomfortably familiar with the layout of Lilydale, but in the dark, it might as well be a maze.

My first instinct is to run into the library, wondering if I can barricade the door like Grey did. I dismiss it quickly because I wouldn't be fast enough—plus it's tooobvious.

Instead, I turn right, slamming open the doors to the hall. I keep running to the end, pushing my way into the empty kitchen.

It's eerily quiet, sounds distorted by the stainless appliances and countertops. Faint light reflects off silver, the smell of antibacterial spray still lingering in the air from the end of day cleanup.

Ducking behind a counter, I crouch low, holding my breath as slow approaching footsteps make their way toward the kitchen.

There's a small gap under the counter and through it, I see the door swing open deliberately slow, revealing a pair of black sweatpants.

Even though my heart is racing, there's no fear—I feel safe.

And… I want him to catch me.

As he walks around the kitchen, I quietly move forward, sneaking to the other side. His footsteps pause, body hidden from view by metal countertops.

I can feel the electricity in the air—the two of us trying to seek the other out. I canalmostsense where he is, but then the air suddenly goes dead still.

There's nothing but silence, not even the faint echo of footsteps or the sound of breathing.

I don't dare move, my hand gripping a support bar underneath the countertop to steady my crouched body.

Has he even moved yet? I can't hear anything at all. It's almost as if he's not even in the room anymore…

Suddenly, there's a flash of movement in my peripheral vision before a hand wraps around my ankle, taking my footing out from underneath me. I let out a small scream, back hitting the cold tiles as I'm dragged across the kitchen floor.

A body moves over mine, hands slamming onto the ground next to my head as he looms over me and boxes me in.

My eyes scan over the mask, staring into the black eyes as my chest rises rapidly with heavy breaths.

His right hand lifts, stroking the side of my face with his knuckles before dipping lower. Fingers dance along my neck, grasping it as I let out a small gasp of surprise.

"Found you," he murmurs, his low voice almost a growl.

Reaching out with shaky hands, I grab the bottom of the mask. He doesn't try to stop me, and I push it all the way up, Damon's heated green eyes staring directly back at me.

I lift my head, pressing into his hand. His fingers tighten around my neck as he brings me forward, our mouths meeting in a frenzied kiss.

Shoving the mask all the way off, it lands with a clatter on the floor as I wrap my arms around his neck. His tongue seeks out mine, the two smashing against each other as I moan quietly into his mouth.

The pressure disappears from my neck, his hands snaking around my back as he shifts back into a kneel, bringing me off the floor with him. Holding onto me tight, I'm hoisted off the floor as he stands, my legs wrapping around his waist.

Damon slides me onto the edge of the counter, pushing my legs apart to stand in between them. His lips move from my mouth, kissing along my jawline, down to my neck.

Every inch of skin he touches feels like fire in my abdomen. It feels like I'm free falling with nothing to catch me but him.

His hands push under my shirt, firmly sliding up my waist. I reach down and grab the bunched-up material, flinging it over my head and dropping it on the floor. Damon pauses his movements, taking a moment to stare at my bare chest.

"Fucking perfect," he murmurs, dragging a finger down my sternum.

I shiver slightly from his touch, nipples hardening as he draws a lazy circle around one.

We're both watching his curious fingers move over my skin, his thumb brushing over the pink peak. He trails further down until he finds the waistband of my shorts, hooking his hands under as he starts pushing them over my hips.

I flatten my hands on the cold metal underneath me, lifting myself so he can slide my shorts and underwear down my legs. My ass barely comes back down onto the countertop when his hands shove my thighs further apart, putting my entire body on display for him.

Damon's eyes fall straight to my pussy, heat flashing through them as he takes in the sight of me. "I've been thinking aboutthisall afternoon," he admits, one hand gripping my thigh while the other traces the pathway toward my clit.

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