“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
She forced the next words out over the pleasure spreading sparks up her spine and through her nerves, punctuated by occasional gasps. “How unlike you, to be so concerned with someone else. F-f-f—Damon, stop!” Treacherous hands gripped his shoulders, caressing. “I demand you make sense if that’s how you’re going to be about it. Either fuck me properly out of frustration or explain yourself.”
Damon’s eyes flashed and a spark of anger surged through him. Fine. If that was what she wanted, that’s what she was going to get. Damon yanked her underwear down and tossed them across the room, quickly ridding himself of his own before stroking himself a few times, watching her for a moment before pressing against her entrance.
Naked and wanting under a gorgeous, dark vampire unconvinced of his humanity — not exactly the safest place to be. “Damon.” It was supposed to be a command, but it came out on a pleading sigh. She reached up and twined her arms around his neck, deliberately going soft and yielding. “Come on.”