Damon pressed as close against her as he could get while stilling have his clothes on. With a bit of a moan, he made room for her hands, his own tugging at her shirt, sliding fingertips over skin, pushing fabric up impatiently.
Possibly some of this had been on his mind, but so had the hunt. Right now, though, he didn't much care about blood except at the nip of her teeth. He nipped back, tasting blood and moaned again.
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Date: 2012-04-20 07:12 am (UTC)Possibly some of this had been on his mind, but so had the hunt. Right now, though, he didn't much care about blood except at the nip of her teeth. He nipped back, tasting blood and moaned again.