“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.”
“I’m poisonous,” Summer responded, reaching out for him and sliding her hands up over his back and into his hair. She scraped her fingernails through the dark waves, meeting his roughness with equal ferocity, and bit at his mouth again. A choked moan escaped her throat while she wrapped her legs around his thighs.
“Don’t tempt me to find out for sure,” he muttered, bucking his hips into her and smirking, sliding his hands up over her body. “Because I most definitely will,” he said, eyes darkening before kissing down her chest.
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.