[ all she wants is more; the only thing that's driving her is taking more now. for the first time, she's losing control - it's slipping from her. she's dropping into the abyss, giving in the way she's only wanted and feared. she's a predator and damon is hers; this body is hers.
but she feels his cheek lolling against hers, his body weakening. if she were any more present she'd know she'd want to stop, that she'd never want to go this far, that she'd never want to want this. her bloodshot eyes snap open and her teeth rend again at his skin. ]