Brooke moaned loudly when he finally pushed into her, her grip tightening around his neck as bolts of pleasure shot through her. "Oh god, Damon," she whimpered, pressing her face up into Damon's neck. Her chest was heaving as she sucked in ragged, shallow breaths. "More, Damon," she moaned. She didn't care if this wasn't romantic or gentle. She didn't even care whether it lasted that long. She wanted desperate, hot, passionate sex like that day in the dressing room. "Faster!"