Damon pulled Elena close to him, pinning her arms behind her back with the sheer weight of their bodies brought together. He could tell that they were both perilously close to the edge, and just as he had quickly trained Elena to orgasm at his bite, he was starting to crave it as well. Even as he thrust deep into her, he nudged her head to the side, and his lips hovered the barest fraction of an inch above her skin.
"Are you ready to come for me, my little slave?" he asked, feeling his teeth breach through in anticipation.