Damon had never been a patient man, and he was even less so, now that Elena's clothes were in a pile, and his hunger was growing. Bargaining was out of the question, especially after what he had just said to her. With vampire speed, he grasped her jaw in his hand, staring into her eyes.
"Lay down and stay still," he compelled her, knowing that she would despise him for it later. He released her, allowing her the freedom to move, even if the movement itself was forced.