Damon could feel the familiar squeeze of his fingers, as Elena came around them, her hips thrusting her against his mouth. She was like a violin string, snapping, when she came, except that she sang far more beautifully. He pulled the digits from her, sucking them clean as he pulled himself up the length of her body.
"See," he said, listening to her heart pounding in her chest. "You're warmer now."