The Memory of Her Blood by HPFangirl71

The taste of her blood was a memory buried deep within. The warmth of it had dulled his senses into lustful stupor. He had yielded easily to its power, something Damon Salvatore rarely did.

The sweetness of Elena's blood was to him like no other, making him crazy with desire for her. His thirst for her burned like a potent drug. Her dark beauty and uncanny resemblance to his Katherine gave her power over his heart.

Her blood was now a distant memory that had left him parched and yearning. Foolishly, he'd yield once again if only she'd let him…