Capturing her wrist, his touch light. Gentle. As he sucked the drying blood from her fingers, gaze bright and wild as it met hers briefly. Moving, he was a blurr of speed as he switched their positions. Leaning down to lap at the tangy blood drying on her skin, his pace growing quicker,hotter.
Shifting,Damon stared down at her for what felt like hours,before capturing her mouth once more. Kissing her as he rocked deeper against the younger witch. Taking her with an even rougher pace,tongue winding around hers eagerly.