Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 841

Damon's voice was deep, carrying a seductive quality that made it hard to ignore.

Nyla's eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him. She broke into a radiant smile and replied, "No need, you can go now."

Her smile was so dazzling that it momentarily left Damon in a daze.

After a pause, he replied with a hint of disappointment, "Alright then."

"Just go already. If you stay here any longer, the water in the bathtub will get cold," Nyla urged.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay and help you?"

"I really don't need it," Nyla insisted.

If he stayed, how could she bathe properly?

"Fine." Damon sighed and straightened up, his disappointment evident as he turned and left.

Only after he disappeared from the bathroom doorway did Nyla finally breathe a sigh of relief. She began removing her clothes, careful not to put too much pressure on her injured foot. Limiting her steps, she carefully made her way to the edge of the bathtub.

However, once she reached the side, she realized that balancing on one foot made it impossible to step into the tub. The surface was slippery, and she could easily fall if she wasn't careful.

She bit her lip, debating whether or not to call Damon back for help.

They had already spent quite some time in the bedroom, and the night had fully fallen.

After a brief moment of indecision, Nyla wrapped herself in a bath towel and called out to him, "Damon, can you... come in and help me?"

Footsteps quickly approached, and the bathroom door swung open.

Damon stepped inside, his tall frame making the already small bathroom feel even more cramped. The air around them seemed to thicken.

When he saw Nyla wrapped in the towel, her delicate legs exposed and glowing, his gaze darkened. His body tensed, and he swallowed hard, maintaining a calm expression as he approached her.

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were captured in a kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, but she could also see the raw possessiveness in Damon's gaze.

It was a look that suggested he wanted to devour her whole.

Nyla gripped the edge of the bathtub, her heart pounding in her chest.

The kiss was fierce and urgent, like a sudden summer downpour that swept her away, leaving no chance for escape.

Just when she thought she might pass out from lack of air, Damon finally released her, his voice hoarse. "Nyla, you let the wolf into the house."

Nyla collapsed against his chest, gasping for breath. She shot him a glare. He was the one taking advantage of her, and now he was turning the tables on her.

Once she regained her breath, she pushed him away. "I need to wash now, you can go."

Damon chuckled, holding out the soaked cuff of his shirt in front of her. "You got this wet. You need to take responsibility."