Silas's POV
"Damon!"
He was on top of me, his hands on either side of my head, caging me under him. I tried to look away to avoid his eyes, which seemed to be staring at me hungrily. I pushed against his chest.
"Come down from me," I said.
"Don't you think it's the perfect time to do something? We're all alone in a room with a king-sized bed. Do you understand what that means?"
I kept trying to push him away.
"What meaning? I don't understand."
"Silly, this is a honeymoon suite."
When I heard that, I glanced around and saw the condoms on the table beside the bed. It finally hit me where I'd trapped myself. When we came inside, I didn't pay attention to anything because I was hungry and just sat down to eat. I didn't even finish the curry since Damon didn't eat anything—I kept half for him.
And now he's suggesting this is a perfect time to do something. Man, has Damon finally lost it because of his desire?
