“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.”
Summer shuddered under his mouth, and growled again. “If you bite me it will be the last thing you do — fuck, Damon.” She shifted, rubbing against him, and twisted one arm behind her awkwardly to fumble at the bra clasp.
Damon used one arm to pull her up and hold her against his chest while he ripped her bra off, tossing it with her other clothes and pushing her back down. He smirked into her neck, nipping teasingly before sliding his hands down and tugging at the waistband of her underwear.
“No biting you shi—” She cut off with a whimper, arching, and hissed, “Don’t you tear those. I swear to all the gods of history.” Nevertheless, her body mutely begged for him to continue, and she reached greedily for his cock.