For a moment, Damon questioned whether what he thought just happened, had actually happened. The question was quickly answered, when the rush of Elena's blood ebbed in waves over his tongue. He knew what a woman's orgasm felt like in her blood, what it tasted like. For the moment, he didn't let it trouble him, and instead he drank heavily from the small bite in the side of her neck. When he had drank his fill, he bit into his own finger, pressing it between her lips.
"What am I going to do with you," he said, trying to figure out how to respond. "You naughty, naughty girl."