Damon silently crowed his victory, swallowing gush after gush of thick, heated blood, as Elena's orgasm pushed it out of the wound in her neck. It was one of the reasons why he had decided to try and train her for it. Nothing could speed up the pulse of blood like an orgasm. As powerful as it was, it seemed to draw out of Elena slowly, making her shake and quiver in his arms, long past the point where he could continue to feed from her. He held her up, biting into his finger and forcing it between her lips. He didn't trust her to have the strength to take the healing drops on her own.
"That's my good, wonderful girl," he said, with pride clear in his voice. The feeding had been feral and intense, and when he pulled her head back gently, his mouth was smeared with her blood.