11. PETRICHOR

~ Violet ~ The sound of the rain falling on the windowsill woke Violet up from her sleep. It was a peaceful sound, slowly rocking her brain back to life. Violet stirred in bed as her eyes were too heavy to open. She took a deep breath and a familiar masculine scent filled her senses.  Hmmm. It was Damon’s scent, unmistakably. Violet was immediately taken back to the memories of last night. She remembered Damon taking her away from Dylan’s wedding, putting her into an airplane and they flew to God knows where. Violet also remembered the conversation they had… and what Damon decided to do in the end. “Do you still love me?” he asked. “Do you know that I still love you?” “I think you do,”  With her eyes closed, Violet could see everything unfolding before her. She didn’t want things to go that far, but she was powerless against him. He tied her hands above her head and worshipped her body with his lips. He made her lose all sense of purpose and decency. Then he made love to her body, send