Looking back now, Rebekah could see how foolish she had been with Stefan. He had never loved her as much as he had claimed and, honestly, she could see now they wouldn't have lasted. As soon as the Ripper was gone, he would have tried to change her and she would have gotten tired of him.

Damon was much more suited to her but she couldn't let herself really think that. It hurt to do so and right now she was trying to escape any sort of hurt.

Brushing her mouth over his skin, she nipped gently before salving the sting with her tongue. Looking up, she smirked as she met his gaze, tugging his jeans over his hips to get them off.