In the following weeks, Damon's visits became more frequent, their passion more intense. Each night, they explored new heights of pleasure and desire, their bodies entwined in the sheets of black silk.

But with each encounter, Aurora felt something deeper stirring inside her—something dangerous. She could feel the pull of the dark magic that bound them, feel it wrapping tighter around her heart with every touch, every kiss.

One night, after an especially heated encounter, Damon lay beside her, tracing patterns on her skin with his fingers. "You're changing, Aurora," he whispered.

She shivered at his words, knowing they were true. She could feel the darkness growing inside her, twisting her desires, making her crave things she had once feared.

"What happens if I don't want to leave?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Damon's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he leaned down to kiss her, his lips soft against hers. "Then you'll be mine. Forever."