Stefan was hooked on human blood again. Damon couldn’t have planned it better if he had done it himself. The boy that Elena had fallen for was disappearing and smoothing back into the vampire that his body actually was. Little did she know but she was never really in love with a teenage guy. She as in love with a demon trapped in a human shell that had a conscious.
Either way it was all kinds of perfect. Elena might be able to see that even with the drug of human blood, Damon was a decent man. He cared for her even when he didn’t have to. He could have switched it off and killed her. When he first came to town he almost did for looking so much like Katherine but something drew him to her and it was that same something that wouldn’t allow him not to be in love with her now. The only problem he really faced was getting her to love him back and fall out of love with Stefan and the fact that his younger brother’s addiction was helping with that was making Damon nothing short of giddy.
The ‘Miss Mystic Falls’ thing was already here and Elena was a contestant. There wasn’t really a vraag in Damon’s mind about who would win. Then again, he was biased.
He was looking around at the crowd that was accumulating and knew what he had to do. He had to tell Elena. If not, she would think that he didn’t care enough for her to let her know. Granted, he had his own agenda sparked reasons for letting the cat out of the bag about Stefan’s blood fridge but this was the right thing to do no matter what the reasons. Plus, those pesky council members had noticed blood go missing from the banks near town.
He was dressed in his best, a pristine white tux overhemd, shirt and jas with a tie. Forgoing the black leather jas along with his other mostly dark attire wasn’t something he would do for just anyone of any reason.
Damon flashed up to the room where Elena was about to change and she gasped in a breath as she saw him appear behind her in the mirror.
“You’re not suppose to be in here” She zei with a look of mostly annoyance and a little bit of watchfulness. She didn’t like him being near her and she had the right to but he hadn’t tried anything in two weeks. That should say something. of maybe she was simply waiting for the other shoe to drop and the meer time went door the meer she would think it would be that much worse when it did.
Damon told her about Stefan’s fridge of cold contraband and she looked devastated. Stefan walked in and Damon let them have their own time. Where it went from there would hopefully go his way.
After a time, he was downstairs waiting for Elena to come down but Stefan was nowhere to be seen. Where was that prick? She was going to come down any moment and he was suppose to escort her. That’s when they called it.
“Miss Elena Gilbert escorted door Mister Stefan Salvator.” Everyone clapped while Damon looked around one last time. Stefan wasn’t there and Elena was walking down the stairs looking petrified. She had just seen her stand in.
There was no way Damon was going to let some other guy dance with Elena so he quickly walked over and stood in front of the mortal boy and saw a subtle sign of relief kruis Elena’s face. She was still worried about where Stefan was obviously but the thought of dancing with Damon seemed better to her than someone else. She looked as though he was saving her. Like he was someone she trusted and could team up with while all these other people scrutinized her.
“Where’s Stefan?” She whispered.
“I don’t know” Damon zei back in a hushed voice and grabbed her hand. He was serious. He had no idea. It didn’t really bother him all that much though.
The light of dag hit them as the muziek started and they were walking out on the stone patio.
“What are we going to do?” Elena zei as unnoticeably to him as she could while they were bowing.
“Right now we just have to get through this”, Damon responded.
Their hands came up to be barely half an inch from touching and they began the dance. He knew this dance. He knew that Elena knew it too. She was comfortable enough in that, he could tell.
The muziek was beautiful and they couldn’t take their eyes off one another the whole time. She definitely felt something for him already and not just physically. He had already found out what he could do to her with his body and now, looking into her eyes, he was able to see that it extended further than that even before he really tried.
Her and Stefan’s relationship was probably falling apart without his influences and she was looking at him now as though Stefan wasn’t even on her mind. He could tell when someone was lost in his eyes. Only this time it was different because he wasn’t trying to do that to her. And he was lost himself. Her stare was so intense and he couldn’t look away.
Damon didn’t care about anyone else on that dance floor and as they came together and she put on hand on his shoulder and the other in one of his nothing could compare. He was electrified. Elena was betraying similar feelings with how shaky she was. He was doing that to her and couldn’t believe it.
This should never end he thought.
The violin in the muziek was devastating and only made Damon want to hold her closer. He was trying to keep control and it was only barely working.
Slowly, it came to and end and they stepped back from one another. The look Elena was giving him was unmistakable. She was having trouble breathing and she was realizing something. How deep that something was, he couldn’t be sure but he was well on his way to having her love him back.
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Oh my god, Elena thought after the dance. What the hell was that?!
She had been attracted to Damon physically, that was a fact but now there was something else there. He had been holding her as though it was something so much meer and she was feeling that too.
She felt like how she did when she was first falling for stefan. This wasn’t right. of at least it shouldn’t be right. She should have just been grateful that he was there to get her through the dance and that’s it. She should have been whirled around the dance floor and walked away only being concerned about where Stefan was.
All this information had come at her and now she had to deal with the fact that Stefan was on human blood. This wasn’t like him. And why is it that Damon is always on human blood yet he seemed to be getting meer human as time went on? She was pretty sure that with how loose Stefan had been acting lately that he might bend and not be as considerate if he took a victim. For the most part, Damon just fed and erased their memory of it.
He hadn’t killed a human recently that she knew of. He was so at ease with doing it when he arrived in Mystic falls but now? Now, she didn’t think he was a capable of it, not without feeling a twinge of regret at least. She didn’t think he would do it for no reason anymore. Killing that asshole of a football coach may have been for no good reason but according to Stefan he had provoked his brother before it...
Elena wasn’t sure what to think of everything rushing at her, least of all her feelings. Hopefully, Damon would back off.
A FEW DAYS LATER...
Stefan was locked up in the basement. Elena had to get him off human blood otherwise she may never see the guy she fell for (and with any luck, fall for again). Damon was being a gentleman still much to her disbelief. It was making her calm around him and she didn’t like that. The whole “calm before the storm” thing. They also zei that there was a clam in the eye of the storm. Creepy.
Sitting on the divan, bank writing in her journal, Elena was trying to think of what to write. There was always so much going on but she had always known what she felt about it. Now, she wasn’t sure of much of anything.
ELENA’S DIARY
Today was like yesterday, I sat and watched Stephan when I got to the boarding house after school. He didn’t want to talk to me and he didn’t want to take the animal blood that I offered to him. It’s getting irritating. I want him to get better but it has to be his choice. u can lead a horse to water but u can’t make him drink and all that.
Damon has been eerily absent this afternoon. I’m not sure where he’s off too. That bothers me. I don’t like not knowing where he’s at. Mostly because I never know when he’s going to pop up but also because it worries me when he goes to do something on his own and right now I’m not sure if he’s on one of his crusades of not.
I shouldn’t be worried about him for that reason though. I should only worry because of the trouble he might be causing. So much anymore though, he wasn’t really causing any. What is going on in that mind of his?
I really do hate how I have settled in with him here. We have been like roommates that get along and it’s made my guard go down. I don’t want it to but I can’t seem to get myself to be watchful of him again. There are things that he does around here. Little things. He cleans the dishes and once I caught him doing my laundry and not in a dirty way like a guy wanting to touch your underwear but in a way that zei he just wanted to help. What do I say to that.
Damon’s being... tolerable.
Elena sighed.
“Hey”, Damon said. He must have entered the room in that silent way that he has. Stefan at least tried to warn her door making as much noise as a human would.
“Hi”, Elena replied shutting her journal. “What’s up?”
Damon shrugged his shoulders as he walked towards her. He picked up her feet and rested them on his lap on the divan, bank as he sat down. His hands absentmindedly massaging her calfs.
“Are u okay?” She asked.
“Do u really want to know?”
Elena nodded. Damon took a deep breath and let it out with a furrowed brow as though he were trying to figure out how to proceed. His left hand came up and he ran the back of it along her jaw line.
“Damon”, Elena voiced as if to say ‘come on, don’t do this now’.
“Do u want me?” Damon asked point blank.
Elena didn’t know what to say. She knew the answer in her own head but could she tell him? Could she say ‘Of course. So much so that I don’t want to speak it of admit it to myself most days’?
She exhaled. “Yes”.
“Don’t be ashamed of it, Elena. It’s okay. Look at me.” He lifted her chin up to bring her eyes in connection with his. “I love you. I have for a while now.” Elena’s hart-, hart skipped a few beats. “I can be everything u want. And u know that I can be committed. I can drink animal blood, I can protect u and the people u care about. I can be everything u need. Forever.”
His eyes were so earnest. He meant what he was saying. And all of it appealed to her. How could this not melt a girl’s heart? He was telling her that he would do anything for her and that he wanted to spend the rest of time with her. Stefan wouldn’t switch back to animal blood. He was proving that. But Damon, who had been on it the whole time he was a vampire was willing to.
Elena struggled for words, to express everything that was going through her brain. Damon took that as a cue.
“You love me back don’t you?” his voice was gentle.
Elena’s eyes were tearing up and all she could to was give a slight nod.
“I need u to say it, Elena”
She took a deep breath and looked deeper into his eyes. “I love you, Damon. And I don’t know why. I just do.”
He slowly moved to kiss her giving her enough time to back away if she wanted. And she didn’t. She moved her lips to his and he hands held his face to hers. It was so sweet and beautiful. It was the kind of kiss that he had never experienced. Not even with Katherine.
As it went on, the moment was getting meer heated. Their tongues began to mingle with each other and Elena’s nails threatened to dig into his scull. She wanted meer of him. It seemed as though she would never get enough. She wanted him completely and not just sex. She wanted his mind and all the love that he was offering her. She wanted to connect to him and never let go.
Stefan was becoming a thing of the past as Elena realized that she could love so much meer deeply than she had previously thought was possible. She lifted herself and straddled Damon, turning him on even meer than was obvious. She almost smiled. This was her turn to torture him a little.
Elena began a motion with her hips as though she was riding him. not much different than he had the first time all this had happened.
He was having trouble breathing and gulped. “E-elena.” if she didn’t know better she would have zei he was whimpering. It looked as though he was holding back, that there was pressure building up that he was trying to contain and finally he couldn’t anymore.
Damon trusted vooruit, voorwaarts and pinned her down on the carpet. She was writhing as he took her overhemd, shirt and bra off. He lifted up slightly just enough for her to undo his pants and slide them down. He took off his own overhemd, shirt as she started on her own pants.
Before any time at all, they were naked again as they had been in her room. But this time she knew that it wasn’t going to stop.
He positioned himself and slid in as she gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him. She was ready told on. With Damon it was probably going to be a rough and enrapturing experience but he was being gentle and going slow. He was surprising her at every turn. Every thrust was slow and fluid.
Elena would have thought that this couldn’t do much to her but it was driving her nuts. He was going so slow that she was almost to the point of tears with how much she wanted him to... to... to what? There was something. There was something missing but what was it?
“Damon”, Elena rasped. “Faster.” but he didn’t. He just went into her deeper and slower. It was as though he was shaping her, grinding and twisting until her hands grasped the legs of a coffee tafel, tabel above her head and her legs were griped as tightly around him as they would go.
He wasn’t moving very fast but he was scratching at an itch she couldn’t describe of ever really knew she had.
Orgasm wasn’t very far away but he was keeping it at baai, bay and it was killing her. “Damon, I love you”. It came out for a seconde time before she knew it.
Suddenly, she could feel a change. There was a sparked charge between them and something geared up. He put a hand between them on her clit and started rubbing it fast while his dick was still moving in a slow deep rhythm.
That started it. The wave crashed over her and all she could do was hold on as he took his hand away and let his lower body do the rest. His abs flexed and pressed against her lower stomach and made her clench around him. The sharp intake of breath assured her that she was driving him home pagina as much as he was her.
It all seemed to last forever. He was going in and out, over and over again. They were both sweaty and as hot as a fire. It consumed them. All that was in the world was the two of them and their bodies. It was all molded into one. Nothing separated them and she didn’t want anything to ever again.
With Damon still moving above her, Elena bit a finger nail to make the edge jagged. She then put it to his neck and made a slice.
Damon was surprised but smiled and craned his neck to give her access. He braced one hand on her shoulder to keep her in place and his other on the carpet at her back to keep his own position. As soon as her lips surrounded his wound and she began to suck he started pounding into her. This only made her suck harder and the combination of it all was like a drug that was running in loops that neither one thought would end.
But it did. The madness slowly subsided and Damon rolled to the side, keeping Elena in his arms. “I love you, Elena.”
“I love u too.” She zei back. “But how are u going to keep my mouth shut?” she asked devilishly.
"Now, why would I want it shut when the noises I want to make come out of it require it to be open?" He smiled and even though happily exhausted he began to lick and lazily explore every inch of her body. She had his blood in her and he could have killed her then to start the change but there would be time for that later. Right now all he wanted to do was find out everything he could with his mouth and hands.
Somewhere else in the house, the other Salvator brother wanted to tear off his ears to stop the love noises he couldn’t drown out coming from above.
Either way it was all kinds of perfect. Elena might be able to see that even with the drug of human blood, Damon was a decent man. He cared for her even when he didn’t have to. He could have switched it off and killed her. When he first came to town he almost did for looking so much like Katherine but something drew him to her and it was that same something that wouldn’t allow him not to be in love with her now. The only problem he really faced was getting her to love him back and fall out of love with Stefan and the fact that his younger brother’s addiction was helping with that was making Damon nothing short of giddy.
The ‘Miss Mystic Falls’ thing was already here and Elena was a contestant. There wasn’t really a vraag in Damon’s mind about who would win. Then again, he was biased.
He was looking around at the crowd that was accumulating and knew what he had to do. He had to tell Elena. If not, she would think that he didn’t care enough for her to let her know. Granted, he had his own agenda sparked reasons for letting the cat out of the bag about Stefan’s blood fridge but this was the right thing to do no matter what the reasons. Plus, those pesky council members had noticed blood go missing from the banks near town.
He was dressed in his best, a pristine white tux overhemd, shirt and jas with a tie. Forgoing the black leather jas along with his other mostly dark attire wasn’t something he would do for just anyone of any reason.
Damon flashed up to the room where Elena was about to change and she gasped in a breath as she saw him appear behind her in the mirror.
“You’re not suppose to be in here” She zei with a look of mostly annoyance and a little bit of watchfulness. She didn’t like him being near her and she had the right to but he hadn’t tried anything in two weeks. That should say something. of maybe she was simply waiting for the other shoe to drop and the meer time went door the meer she would think it would be that much worse when it did.
Damon told her about Stefan’s fridge of cold contraband and she looked devastated. Stefan walked in and Damon let them have their own time. Where it went from there would hopefully go his way.
After a time, he was downstairs waiting for Elena to come down but Stefan was nowhere to be seen. Where was that prick? She was going to come down any moment and he was suppose to escort her. That’s when they called it.
“Miss Elena Gilbert escorted door Mister Stefan Salvator.” Everyone clapped while Damon looked around one last time. Stefan wasn’t there and Elena was walking down the stairs looking petrified. She had just seen her stand in.
There was no way Damon was going to let some other guy dance with Elena so he quickly walked over and stood in front of the mortal boy and saw a subtle sign of relief kruis Elena’s face. She was still worried about where Stefan was obviously but the thought of dancing with Damon seemed better to her than someone else. She looked as though he was saving her. Like he was someone she trusted and could team up with while all these other people scrutinized her.
“Where’s Stefan?” She whispered.
“I don’t know” Damon zei back in a hushed voice and grabbed her hand. He was serious. He had no idea. It didn’t really bother him all that much though.
The light of dag hit them as the muziek started and they were walking out on the stone patio.
“What are we going to do?” Elena zei as unnoticeably to him as she could while they were bowing.
“Right now we just have to get through this”, Damon responded.
Their hands came up to be barely half an inch from touching and they began the dance. He knew this dance. He knew that Elena knew it too. She was comfortable enough in that, he could tell.
The muziek was beautiful and they couldn’t take their eyes off one another the whole time. She definitely felt something for him already and not just physically. He had already found out what he could do to her with his body and now, looking into her eyes, he was able to see that it extended further than that even before he really tried.
Her and Stefan’s relationship was probably falling apart without his influences and she was looking at him now as though Stefan wasn’t even on her mind. He could tell when someone was lost in his eyes. Only this time it was different because he wasn’t trying to do that to her. And he was lost himself. Her stare was so intense and he couldn’t look away.
Damon didn’t care about anyone else on that dance floor and as they came together and she put on hand on his shoulder and the other in one of his nothing could compare. He was electrified. Elena was betraying similar feelings with how shaky she was. He was doing that to her and couldn’t believe it.
This should never end he thought.
The violin in the muziek was devastating and only made Damon want to hold her closer. He was trying to keep control and it was only barely working.
Slowly, it came to and end and they stepped back from one another. The look Elena was giving him was unmistakable. She was having trouble breathing and she was realizing something. How deep that something was, he couldn’t be sure but he was well on his way to having her love him back.
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Oh my god, Elena thought after the dance. What the hell was that?!
She had been attracted to Damon physically, that was a fact but now there was something else there. He had been holding her as though it was something so much meer and she was feeling that too.
She felt like how she did when she was first falling for stefan. This wasn’t right. of at least it shouldn’t be right. She should have just been grateful that he was there to get her through the dance and that’s it. She should have been whirled around the dance floor and walked away only being concerned about where Stefan was.
All this information had come at her and now she had to deal with the fact that Stefan was on human blood. This wasn’t like him. And why is it that Damon is always on human blood yet he seemed to be getting meer human as time went on? She was pretty sure that with how loose Stefan had been acting lately that he might bend and not be as considerate if he took a victim. For the most part, Damon just fed and erased their memory of it.
He hadn’t killed a human recently that she knew of. He was so at ease with doing it when he arrived in Mystic falls but now? Now, she didn’t think he was a capable of it, not without feeling a twinge of regret at least. She didn’t think he would do it for no reason anymore. Killing that asshole of a football coach may have been for no good reason but according to Stefan he had provoked his brother before it...
Elena wasn’t sure what to think of everything rushing at her, least of all her feelings. Hopefully, Damon would back off.
A FEW DAYS LATER...
Stefan was locked up in the basement. Elena had to get him off human blood otherwise she may never see the guy she fell for (and with any luck, fall for again). Damon was being a gentleman still much to her disbelief. It was making her calm around him and she didn’t like that. The whole “calm before the storm” thing. They also zei that there was a clam in the eye of the storm. Creepy.
Sitting on the divan, bank writing in her journal, Elena was trying to think of what to write. There was always so much going on but she had always known what she felt about it. Now, she wasn’t sure of much of anything.
ELENA’S DIARY
Today was like yesterday, I sat and watched Stephan when I got to the boarding house after school. He didn’t want to talk to me and he didn’t want to take the animal blood that I offered to him. It’s getting irritating. I want him to get better but it has to be his choice. u can lead a horse to water but u can’t make him drink and all that.
Damon has been eerily absent this afternoon. I’m not sure where he’s off too. That bothers me. I don’t like not knowing where he’s at. Mostly because I never know when he’s going to pop up but also because it worries me when he goes to do something on his own and right now I’m not sure if he’s on one of his crusades of not.
I shouldn’t be worried about him for that reason though. I should only worry because of the trouble he might be causing. So much anymore though, he wasn’t really causing any. What is going on in that mind of his?
I really do hate how I have settled in with him here. We have been like roommates that get along and it’s made my guard go down. I don’t want it to but I can’t seem to get myself to be watchful of him again. There are things that he does around here. Little things. He cleans the dishes and once I caught him doing my laundry and not in a dirty way like a guy wanting to touch your underwear but in a way that zei he just wanted to help. What do I say to that.
Damon’s being... tolerable.
Elena sighed.
“Hey”, Damon said. He must have entered the room in that silent way that he has. Stefan at least tried to warn her door making as much noise as a human would.
“Hi”, Elena replied shutting her journal. “What’s up?”
Damon shrugged his shoulders as he walked towards her. He picked up her feet and rested them on his lap on the divan, bank as he sat down. His hands absentmindedly massaging her calfs.
“Are u okay?” She asked.
“Do u really want to know?”
Elena nodded. Damon took a deep breath and let it out with a furrowed brow as though he were trying to figure out how to proceed. His left hand came up and he ran the back of it along her jaw line.
“Damon”, Elena voiced as if to say ‘come on, don’t do this now’.
“Do u want me?” Damon asked point blank.
Elena didn’t know what to say. She knew the answer in her own head but could she tell him? Could she say ‘Of course. So much so that I don’t want to speak it of admit it to myself most days’?
She exhaled. “Yes”.
“Don’t be ashamed of it, Elena. It’s okay. Look at me.” He lifted her chin up to bring her eyes in connection with his. “I love you. I have for a while now.” Elena’s hart-, hart skipped a few beats. “I can be everything u want. And u know that I can be committed. I can drink animal blood, I can protect u and the people u care about. I can be everything u need. Forever.”
His eyes were so earnest. He meant what he was saying. And all of it appealed to her. How could this not melt a girl’s heart? He was telling her that he would do anything for her and that he wanted to spend the rest of time with her. Stefan wouldn’t switch back to animal blood. He was proving that. But Damon, who had been on it the whole time he was a vampire was willing to.
Elena struggled for words, to express everything that was going through her brain. Damon took that as a cue.
“You love me back don’t you?” his voice was gentle.
Elena’s eyes were tearing up and all she could to was give a slight nod.
“I need u to say it, Elena”
She took a deep breath and looked deeper into his eyes. “I love you, Damon. And I don’t know why. I just do.”
He slowly moved to kiss her giving her enough time to back away if she wanted. And she didn’t. She moved her lips to his and he hands held his face to hers. It was so sweet and beautiful. It was the kind of kiss that he had never experienced. Not even with Katherine.
As it went on, the moment was getting meer heated. Their tongues began to mingle with each other and Elena’s nails threatened to dig into his scull. She wanted meer of him. It seemed as though she would never get enough. She wanted him completely and not just sex. She wanted his mind and all the love that he was offering her. She wanted to connect to him and never let go.
Stefan was becoming a thing of the past as Elena realized that she could love so much meer deeply than she had previously thought was possible. She lifted herself and straddled Damon, turning him on even meer than was obvious. She almost smiled. This was her turn to torture him a little.
Elena began a motion with her hips as though she was riding him. not much different than he had the first time all this had happened.
He was having trouble breathing and gulped. “E-elena.” if she didn’t know better she would have zei he was whimpering. It looked as though he was holding back, that there was pressure building up that he was trying to contain and finally he couldn’t anymore.
Damon trusted vooruit, voorwaarts and pinned her down on the carpet. She was writhing as he took her overhemd, shirt and bra off. He lifted up slightly just enough for her to undo his pants and slide them down. He took off his own overhemd, shirt as she started on her own pants.
Before any time at all, they were naked again as they had been in her room. But this time she knew that it wasn’t going to stop.
He positioned himself and slid in as she gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him. She was ready told on. With Damon it was probably going to be a rough and enrapturing experience but he was being gentle and going slow. He was surprising her at every turn. Every thrust was slow and fluid.
Elena would have thought that this couldn’t do much to her but it was driving her nuts. He was going so slow that she was almost to the point of tears with how much she wanted him to... to... to what? There was something. There was something missing but what was it?
“Damon”, Elena rasped. “Faster.” but he didn’t. He just went into her deeper and slower. It was as though he was shaping her, grinding and twisting until her hands grasped the legs of a coffee tafel, tabel above her head and her legs were griped as tightly around him as they would go.
He wasn’t moving very fast but he was scratching at an itch she couldn’t describe of ever really knew she had.
Orgasm wasn’t very far away but he was keeping it at baai, bay and it was killing her. “Damon, I love you”. It came out for a seconde time before she knew it.
Suddenly, she could feel a change. There was a sparked charge between them and something geared up. He put a hand between them on her clit and started rubbing it fast while his dick was still moving in a slow deep rhythm.
That started it. The wave crashed over her and all she could do was hold on as he took his hand away and let his lower body do the rest. His abs flexed and pressed against her lower stomach and made her clench around him. The sharp intake of breath assured her that she was driving him home pagina as much as he was her.
It all seemed to last forever. He was going in and out, over and over again. They were both sweaty and as hot as a fire. It consumed them. All that was in the world was the two of them and their bodies. It was all molded into one. Nothing separated them and she didn’t want anything to ever again.
With Damon still moving above her, Elena bit a finger nail to make the edge jagged. She then put it to his neck and made a slice.
Damon was surprised but smiled and craned his neck to give her access. He braced one hand on her shoulder to keep her in place and his other on the carpet at her back to keep his own position. As soon as her lips surrounded his wound and she began to suck he started pounding into her. This only made her suck harder and the combination of it all was like a drug that was running in loops that neither one thought would end.
But it did. The madness slowly subsided and Damon rolled to the side, keeping Elena in his arms. “I love you, Elena.”
“I love u too.” She zei back. “But how are u going to keep my mouth shut?” she asked devilishly.
"Now, why would I want it shut when the noises I want to make come out of it require it to be open?" He smiled and even though happily exhausted he began to lick and lazily explore every inch of her body. She had his blood in her and he could have killed her then to start the change but there would be time for that later. Right now all he wanted to do was find out everything he could with his mouth and hands.
Somewhere else in the house, the other Salvator brother wanted to tear off his ears to stop the love noises he couldn’t drown out coming from above.
