Re: Damon + Samandriel
If Samandriel wouldn't have done it, Damon would have given in. He was already twisting inside, and his lower regions were screaming. How far he could go before his senses caught up was still an unknown, but for now, he had reverted to Damon Salvatore - the college years, where nothing mattered except that desire that fueled him. He returned the kiss feverishly, a lot different than he had before. The others had been tentative, teasing the line without taking a hard fall over it. There was no reservation, only lust, want, and need. Their hips ground together creating friction, making him harder than he was already. Fuck.
Damon only pulled back to look at him for a minute. His blue eyes were darker, heated, cheeks lightly flushed, dark hair messy, and those fangs, sticking out so prominently. His lips came back a few seconds later, while his hand slipped between two buttons of the angel's shirt, giving it a sharp tug that sent buttons flying. He was claiming that little part of the angel that was his, while the point of no return was getting closer and closer, and he was running at it like a freight train.