Damon was sure that Elena had no idea how hot it was, to watch the blood slowly creep up in her skin. He could already tell that making her blush was going to be one of his new favourite things. He shifted closer, leaning over the arm of her chair.
"And what did it feel like?" he asked, with a voice as thick as molasses. He remembered what it had felt like for him to be fed on, in that short space between hitting puberty and being turned, and he wondered if it had been the same for her.