Title: "Burning Desire"Chapter 1: The Forbidden Attraction
Lena Carter wasn't supposed to want him.
Damon Knight—tall, tattooed, with piercing green eyes and a body carved from pure sin—was her older brother's best friend. And completely off-limits.
But when he walked into her family's beach house that summer, shirtless and dripping from the ocean, Lena's breath hitched. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and knowing, as if he could see the dirty thoughts racing through her mind.
"You've grown up, little Lena," he murmured, his voice rough like whiskey.
She swallowed hard. At 22, she was far from the awkward teen he used to tease. And the way his eyes raked over her tiny bikini told her he noticed.
That night, at the bonfire, their hands brushed as they reached for the same beer. Electricity shot up her arm. Damon's jaw clenched, his fingers lingering a second too long.
Her brother, Tyler, laughed, oblivious. "You two better behave."
But when the firelight flickered across Damon's face, his eyes promised anything but good behavior.
Chapter 2: Secret Touches
The tension became unbearable.
Lena caught Damon staring at her lips when she licked salt off her margarita glass. He "accidentally" pressed against her in the crowded kitchen, his hard chest against her back, his breath hot on her neck.
One stormy night, the power went out. She found Damon alone on the porch, shirtless, rain glistening on his skin.
"You should go inside," he growled.
"Or what?" she challenged, stepping closer.
His control snapped.
In one swift move, he pinned her against the wall, his hands gripping her waist. "Or I won't be able to stop myself," he admitted, voice raw.
Their lips crashed together—hot, desperate, perfect. His tongue claimed her mouth as his hands explored every curve. She moaned, arching into him, feeling the hard evidence of his desire.
Footsteps echoed. They broke apart, breathing ragged.
"This isn't over," Damon vowed.
Chapter 3: No More Games
The next day, Lena woke to a text:
Damon: Midnight. Dock. Don't wear much.
Her pulse skyrocketed.
Under the moonlight, Damon waited, his gaze burning. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her like a man starved. His hands slid under her thin dress, teasing, torturing.
"You drive me insane," he growled, nipping at her neck. "I've wanted you for years."
She gasped as his fingers found her wet heat. "Damon—"
"Tell me you want this."
"Yes."
He lifted her onto the dock, spreading her legs. His mouth descended, tasting her, owning her. She cried out, fingers tangled in his hair.
When he finally thrust inside her, it was pure fire—rough, relentless, perfect. Every deep stroke had her seeing stars.
"Mine," he growled against her lips.
And she was.
Epilogue: Forever Yours
Years later, Damon still looked at her like she was his greatest sin and salvation.
And every night, he proved it.