Re: Damon + Samandriel
Whether he was cute and fluffy, or tall as a skyscraper, Damon didn't care. Nothing mattered at the moment except to feed that lust that burned like an inferno, tearing through everything in it's path. Of all the feelings, this was the one that Damon understood, and he liked it. It was the need that couldn't be controlled. It was danger at it's finest.
"I don't care. I want skin, I want you on that fucking bed or right here, I don't care. " He pushed the shirt off the man's body and lost his own somewhere along the way. His hands moved to the pants, releasing the button, stretching the neck for whatever that tongue could do. "Fucking God," he said, feeling Samandriel's teeth scratch his skin. "Or we could just chill the fuck out and have a drink." They both knew that was a bad idea.