“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“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.”

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“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 want to make you fall hopelessly and madly in love with me,” she said promptly, eyes glittering. She twisted her wrist, trying to break free. “Seriously, you’re going to stop now and ask this kind of question?”

Damon was about to say something, but bit it back. He narrowed his eyes. “I can’t tell if you’re joking,” he said, frowning and biting his lip. “I’m gonna need a little clarification.”

“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?”

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“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.”

“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.

Damon smirked before grabbing her hand, stopping her. “Before this goes any further, I need to know your intentions. I mean, I know I started this whole thing, but I want to know what you want out of this.”

“I want to make you fall hopelessly and madly in love with me,” she said promptly, eyes glittering. She twisted her wrist, trying to break free. “Seriously, you’re going to stop now and ask this kind of question?”

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“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.

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“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.

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“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.”

“Next time,” she growled, outraged afresh. “What makes you — oooh — think there will be a ‘next time’, you egotistic sod?” Putting a hand in between her throat and his mouth, she pushed slightly. “Should’ve eaten werewolf instead of letting them eat you.” Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and shoved down, wriggling her hips out of the tight fabric.

“Haha,” he muttered, tossing her jeans across the room and climbing back over her. “Keep up that attitude and I’ll take a bite out of you,” he warned, kissing her neck again and shifting so he was between her legs. He ran his hands up her sides and over her breasts, up to her neck. He pressed their lips together again roughly and rocked his hips against hers.

“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.

“How could I ever love anybody like you?”

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

damonpsychopathsalvatore:

iamthefirechild:

walk-right-through-me:

“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.”

It was literally a blink — he was stretched out on the bed, and then she was pressed up against his half-naked body and his mouth was on hers. She bit his lip and clawed her fingernails into his shirt and something in the back of her mind, fueled by anger, declared that if he was going to be that way then she would show him who was in charge here. So she burned his shirt off.

Damon felt the rush of heat coupled with the burns. They healed quickly and he pulled away, grimacing. “That was my favorite shirt,” he murmured before kissing her again, hands sliding up her back before ripping her shirt off her body and tossing it on the ground behind them.

His kiss necessarily smothered her reply. She bit his lip again, not as hard, and tore her mouth away long enough to gasp, “buy a new one,” before attacking his throat. Unlikely as it was to work, she tried to shove him back toward the bed as well.

Damon felt her push against him and let her, falling back and pulling her down on top of him. He flipped them over at top speed, not really considering her comfort in that. He kissed down to her neck, keeping his lips there, eyes darkening a bit. He pulled back and looked down at her. “Next time we wait until after I’ve had blood,” he murmured, reaching for the button on her jeans.

“Next time,” she growled, outraged afresh. “What makes you — oooh — think there will be a ‘next time’, you egotistic sod?” Putting a hand in between her throat and his mouth, she pushed slightly. “Should’ve eaten werewolf instead of letting them eat you.” Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and shoved down, wriggling her hips out of the tight fabric.