Brooke gripped hard at Damon's strong shoulders, pushing herself up against him in time with their rough, desperate rhythm. There was something so freeing about this. She just wanted to let go and let out all her frustration and pain and anger. Brooke whimpered loudly as she let her head tip back at his encouragement, the feel of his mouth on her neck driving her wild. She didn't know if he planned on biting her, but she didn't really care all that much. She ran a hand up into his thick, black hair, gripping hard as pure, un-bridled, unplanned pleasure raced through her. She hadn't let go this much in months, since before she'd even been brought here. Part of her kept telling her she should feel guilty, but her body was telling her that she needed this.