Caught up in Damon's kiss, Elijah hadn't expected the bite, and it made him moan in pleased surprise, one hand sliding to twist in her hair. Granted, he'd already given a lot over the course of the night to Damon, but he wasn't complaining about losing a bit more, not when it was her pressed against him, her mouth suckling at the perfect little wound.
Damon pulled back from the kiss, watching the two of them, a bit of a smirk on his lips. "He is delicious, isn't he?" He reached a hand to brush through her hair. "As are you."
There was Power in their blood, pure and heady and like nothing he'd ever tasted before--like a witch's blood, only better.
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Date: 2012-02-06 12:16 am (UTC)Damon pulled back from the kiss, watching the two of them, a bit of a smirk on his lips. "He is delicious, isn't he?" He reached a hand to brush through her hair. "As are you."
There was Power in their blood, pure and heady and like nothing he'd ever tasted before--like a witch's blood, only better.