"Then maybe I should just stop talking," Damon smirked. He had been joking, but in reality, there were much better things he could be doing with his mouth. His lips parted, sucking gently on the skin of Elena's neck, bringing the blood to the surface, before he let his teeth run bluntly over top.
He knew immediately that the rose garden was going to become one of his favourite places to take Elena. He could imagine her joining him for a glass of wine on the gazebo, naked, with her hair flowing down over her back. In his mind, it looked like a renaissance painting, with her feeding him grapes from her hand. For now, he was content just to skim his hands over her hips, pulling her skirt up toward her waist.