Sarah's POV
Damon was standing in front of me... his hand at the back of my head, his eyes burning with a fire I couldn't recognize.
Damon: You belong to me, Sarah. Don't forget that.
A lump forms in my throat at the hearing of those words.... belong? Is he... is he really thinking of me just as an object?
Sarah: Damon-
I blurt out his name ready to protest but I don't have time to. His lips smash on mine with a force I never thought I would experience such heat, such illogical need, as if a flame on flame. His lips firmly press on mine and my mind goes instantly blank, he didn't ask for permission and he didn't wait for an answer.
If I’m being completely honest I don’t think he needed one, cause my body betrayed my desire. My head started spinning in sweet dizziness. I have never been kissed…