Elena's POV:
I woke up with a dull ache in my jaw, my limbs weak, and my body throbbing with every shift. The soreness between my legs was a cruel reminder of everything that had happened the night before—of Damon's fury, his torment, and his pleasure. My ass was sore, swollen, and tender, a silent testament to the chaos he had unleashed. And yet, in the strange quiet of the aftermath, he was nowhere to be found.
The memories came rushing back like a flood. Damon had believed I was meeting someone else—a "lover," as he put it. His anger had burned like a wildfire, and he had taken it out on my body, punishing me in ways that left me raw and broken.
