Damon's lips roamed mine hungrily, like a starved man who hadn't had a taste of euphoria.
It felt like my soul was being sucked out of me from that one kiss. It was maddening. But I didn't want it, I didn't want my soul stolen away, I didn't want this roughness, my insides didn't sing, nor did my heart flutter, I felt dead inside.
I beat my fist against his chest with all my might before successfully pushing him off me with a growl.
My face flushed with anger, eyes burning into his with an intensity that could freeze the ocean. There was no amount of curse I could throw at him that'd ever be enough; nothing could ever bring this devil to his knees.
He did a good job ruining me, and I despised him for it.
Damon gave me a bloodied grin, using his thumb to rub against his lips. I gasped in realization, tasting the sweetness in my mouth.
With a shaky hand, I wiped to see blood, his blood.
"It was about time you fed. Maybe I should've given you more."
