"Unlike you, who wants to be needed," Damon teased, both with his words, and with the tilt of his hips. His lips which had hovered over his brother's ear, strayed down to his neck, brushing against the cool skin.
"I fed from her, you know," he said, in between moist presses of his lips, to Stefan's neck. "Just a little, but enough. You could probably still taste her blood in my system."