prodigalsavior | Love is a Four Letter Word (For itconsumesher)

Damon didn't need much more encouragement than that. The need for her was pretty much a constant in his mind and body, a craving that wouldn't be satisfied. He just wasn't used to being able to give in, to take; wasn't used to being needed as deeply in turn.

His lips fell to her throat and he pressed her back against the wall, hitching her leg up around him and tugging her hand away from him, so he could fit himself to her and thrust into her, hard, fast and deep.

There was barely time for her to brace herself as he tugged her hand away, forcing her to release him in favor of something so much better.

Crying out, the sharp noise seemed to echo in the tiny space of the elevator but it wasn't like she cared. She was too focused on him and just how good he felt as she wrapped around him, shuddering.

Damon wasn't worried about the need to be quiet, or worried that someone might be waiting for an elevator--there were others. This one could be out of commission. But he wasn't even thinking that far. He couldn't, not when she was hot and wet and perfect around him, her body fitting to his like it was made to.

He nipped at her throat, teasing at first, then bit down, shuddering as the taste of her flooded his tongue.

Sliding her hand up the back of his neck, she went further to tangle her fingers in his hair, crying out again as he bit her. The dual sensations tore through her, pushing her closer to the edge as she rocked her hips to meet his thrusts.

This was something she couldn't see herself getting tired of. Not any time soon, that was for sure.

She was amazing, tasted amazing, felt amazing. He drank deeply, fingers sliding down to curl at her leg, bite into her skin, holding her as they moved together.

Short, hard thrusts, in and out--he was already trembling with need for release, even as her blood made him even harder, painful even as he buried himself in her.

Panting, she raked a hand over his shoulders, her nails biting at his skin even through his shirt. Her body was already begging for relief but it felt like it was always just out of reach, causing her to make a frustrated noise as she angled her hips as best as she could in the position she was in.

Just a little more, she needed a little more....until suddenly it was enough. Tightening around him, she cried out as her release finally tore through her.

Damon let her release wash over him, though the way she spasmed around him to the way she tasted, her pleasure spiking through their connection to tease against his own.

He thrust into her a few more times, wanting to ride out the waves of her release, and then his own hit, almost causing his knees to give out as he spilled into her.

Rebekah held onto him as he reached his peak as well, turning her head to brush her mouth against his ear, her ragged breath warm against his skin as she continued to pant softly.

Floating down from her release, she then let her head fall back against the wall with a pleased noise. "Hmm, definitely enjoying your plan so far."

"I'm liking my plan, too," Damon said, mostly because he hadn't really planned this part.

He nibbled up her neck to kiss her, blood lingering on his lips. "I feel better."

"Me too." She smirked, turning her head to brush her lips against his, not really caring that her blood still stained them.

"Still up for hunting or...." She smirked because she had other ideas but hunting still sounded like a lot of fun.

"Or...?" He nipped at her lower lip. "Hunting's always good, but if you have another idea...I'm open to reconsideration..." Especially pressed against him like she was, still.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing thoughtfully as she ran a hand down his chest, her eyes drifting down in a coy manner as she considered all the things she could do with him.

"We could go hunting later." She leaned in, nipping at his bottom lip to tug playfully at the plump flesh.

"Whatever would we do with ourselves until then?" Damon asked with a smirk.

"Let's go back to your room and I'll show you." She smirked, pushing him at gently.

Damon smirked, pulling away from her and fixing his clothing, doing his pants back up.

"All right..."

"Actually, let's go hunting." Rebekah changed her mind a moment later but she didn't figure he would argue with her. Pulling on her pants, she looked over at him with a small smirk filled with promises. "It'll heighten everything."

"Fair enough," Damon agreed with a smirk of his own. He let her get dressed and flipped the elevator switch back on, sending it back toward the lobby.

Fixing her clothes, she grinned over at him, wanting the anticipation to build while he wondered what it was she was up to. Leaning over, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before drawing away when the elevator doors slid open. She was quiet till they walked outside and then she glanced over at him. "Fangtasia?"

He was really curious what she had in mind, yes, but he was very focused on the hunt at the moment, and it made him smile. He nodded. "Fangtasia it is. I don't really feel like rustling someone up from an alleyway..."

And they had a better chance of avoiding trouble if they were using someone who was willing. "What are you in the mood for tonight?"

Damon wasn't much in the mood to avoid trouble, but he knew he'd feel better about it later.

"Anyone who's willing to run," he said, with a bit of a wry smile.

Rebekah figured she would grab the first person who caught her attention. Which turned out to be a lean guy with longish blonde hair and pale green eyes. There was something about him that caused a strange sense of deja vu but she didn't care to really try figuring out why.

Once she had settled on him, she looked at Damon with a small smirk, motioning towards her choice before seeing if he had made one of his own.

He looked the guy over, then gave her an approving glance before shifting to scan the room. A few people tried to catch his eye--mostly his staff--but he was off duty tonight, so he waved them off with a later gesture.

Finally settling on a brunette girl who totally had the whole Goth thing going for her, he nodded at Rebekah.

"Now to get them outside."

Rebekah looked at his intended target and she nodded with a growing smirk. "We could probably just ask nicely."

Damon chuckled. "Well, let's try that first, then."

He gave her a wink, then made his way to the girl, chatting her up easily, charmingly, until she blushed and nodded and agreed to slip out for a walk with him.

Love is a Four Letter Word (For itconsumesher)

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