Damon lay on his back, his arms relaxed, his eyes fixed on the stone ceiling while his mind still tried to process what his body had already experienced. There was a slight, pleasant tiredness in his muscles, the kind that didn't come from battle or training… but from something far more chaotic, intense, and, honestly, unexpected.
"Madness…" he murmured to himself, a low laugh escaping before he could contain it.
Lily slept on his chest, completely naked, her warm body nestled as if this were the most natural place in the world. Her breathing was slow and deep, her features soft, almost innocent. If someone saw her like this, they would never imagine the voracious and confident woman who had been there minutes before, dominating every second with a disconcerting mixture of desire and choice.
Damon looked away from the ceiling and lowered his gaze to her.
"You don't look anything like the same person…" he commented in a low voice, more to himself than to her.
