Re: Damon + Samandriel
"It's already been a slow process," Samandriel pointed out, fingers twisting wickedly around Damon's length. "Weeks of build up, of teasing until it was painful and I had to do everything in my power to keep from throwing myself at you." He kept his head still and breathing shallow to avoid somehow sending those fangs away.
A long, low moan rumbled through his throat, hips silently begging for more than just the fingers he was getting. "You've made me dance for you longer than the devil ever thought wise." Wings spread wide only to bend and circle over Damon. They would be nothing but themselves in this bed, nothing but an angel and a vampire - two beings the rest of the world needed to never see. At the beginning, perhaps they could have used alcohol as an excuse, but all of this felt far more sobering and intense than the angel had been prepared for. He moved then, swift and strong to pin Damon down. "I'd ask if you know what you're playing with, but I think you know exactly what you're doing and you like the results. Just pushing me further and further so you don't end up with a sweet little thing on your dick. You want me desperate for it, taking you as much as you are me."