He Isn't What He Claims To Be

Elena POV:

I bit my lip and nodded, heat rushing to my cheeks despite the fire of the heat coursing through me. The admission seemed to hit him like a freight train. "Shit," he cursed, his body going rigid. He withdrew instantly, retreating as if I'd physically burned him. "You haven't... you haven't had sex with Kane?" he asked, though it was clear he already knew the answer. 

The intensity in his voice and the way he backed away sent a flicker of confusion through the haze of my heat. My body screamed in frustration, aching for relief, but Dean's demeanor had shifted completely. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, quickly pulling his pants back on. He ran a hand through his hair, looking torn between a thousand conflicting emotions. 

"What... what are you doing?" I stammered, my voice thick with need. My mind was a swirl of desperation and confusion. All I knew was that my body craved to be claimed, and the denial was driving me mad.