"When you feel me bite you, you may come, Elena," Damon said quietly, listening to the echo of her pleas, through the garden. It was only a few moments before he was done in, despite his best efforts. The sounds they were making, combined with the uncontrolled quiver of his slave's cunt around his, pushed Damon over the edge.
Before the first wave of his orgasm had crested, Damon let his teeth drop the last small amount, and pierced through Elena's flesh. Hot, pounding blood flooded his mouth, and he gulped it down, not noticing how deeply he had bitten her.