“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.”
“Yes, I’m fucking joking, what would I do with an ass like you in love with me? Seriously.” Summer sneered. “Are we going to do this, or have you wound me up for nothing?”
Damon looked her over, narrowing his eyes before sighing. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ll get you off,” he promise, pushing her down and slipping his hand in her panties and starting to rub circles over her clit.
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.”