Brooke let her hands run over his body as she moaned at his touch, helpless in his strong and capable hands. A part of her couldn't help comparing him to her Damon, but most of her mind was delightfully, deliciously blank. All she could focus on was what she was feeling, and that wasn't anger or pain or betrayal. She just felt...
Brooke gave a cry of pleasure when she felt Damon's finger inside her. She pushed her hips into his hand, wanting more, as her own hand trailed down over his stomach and across his belt until she was cupping the bulge in his dark jeans, squeezing involuntarily with every tiny movement of his finger.