Damon laughed, low, a little menacing, and a little seductive at the same time. "No. I do hate to disappoint, but I wasn't planning on fucking you. If I did, you would have the most mind blowing night. My tongue puts that girl's to shame. I wonder if she will miss you, or if she will move on next week?" Damon's arm stayed locked as the victim squirmed, pressing against the man's thigh, even though the growing erection had everything to do with the vampire he was staring at.
He licked over his pointed canines, getting closer to the neck. He could hear the thrum of pulse that was strengthened by the man's fear. "You know, when you beg for your life, fuck you isn't really what you want to say. It pisses the vampires off - ends it quicker. Such a shame. You could offer so much more."
Damon's voice was smooth, deliberate, sexual, almost the way it was with a lover. The man squirmed against him again. "How about a final appeal? It's the last thing you will say."
"Please," the man whispered, pushing against the iron arm.
"Please have some," Damon half smiled, biting into the neck, offered not so willingly.