Another thrust, and another moan, the sounds increasing as Damon grunted in pleasure at the sound of the human under him. Sex was his passion, and this girl sure knew what the hell she was doing, and exactly what he wanted.
Sweat bled out of her body like it was rain drops during a violent storm, and Damon smirked in content with the fact her large-emerald eyes were dancing in as much pleasure with his own icy-blue ones.
It's been a long time since he had released some stress that was always building up in his body, with all of the bullshit going on with Katherine and Elena, and all the Werewolf crap. He needed this.
Her hips bucked up as he slammed back into her, and before he knew it he let out a large graspy moan as she spread her legs wider, and flipped him so she was on top of him.
This girl was like a sex god, his thoughts yelled as his body filled with ecstacy as she grinded her hips hard against his rock-hard body.
How he ended up finding a human who could satisfy his sexual needs, was beyond him; it was like she was sent down from the gods as his awfully late christmas present, seeing as it was just entering into summer.
She continued to ride him hard, but started to slow down as she ran her french-manicured nail across his chest, making sure to dig them into his skin as he let out a loud moan and slammed his hips up; causing her to let out a loud giggle of excitement when her body rose with his actions.
Letting his eyes close for a split second, he felt her lean down and strart to trail sweet-butterfly kisses down his chest and then back up until she reached his jawline, and he snapped them back open to watch her as her puffy-pink lips slid up to his mouth.
His body reacted before he could think, letting his lips crash up onto hers while he trailed his hands down her stomach, and then letting them slide to her hips and flipped himself on top of her.
Before he thrusted, he took another look at her.
She was a very-slim, but curvy Blonde with the brightest Emerald eyes that he had ever seen. Her skin was as smooth as silk, and it drove him wild when she rubbed it against him. Natural blushed-cheeks, and a nice set of breast that he loved to play with. Perfection.
Thrusting into her, he let out his agony over the past few months. Letting the bed rock hard, but she didn't cry out in pain like most humans did; she just moaned even loader and bit ahold of her full-plump lips.
Maybe it was the way her legs fit around his torso, or the way her moans sent shivers of pleasure down his spine, was what made him roll over next to her when he was finished; and run his hands down her back when she laid her head on his chest, instead of drinking every ounce of blood that she had inside of her body.
Curling her blonde locks around his finger, Damon Salvatore scanned her body over. Loving the way her angled-body looked wrapped in his covers and on his torso.
Perfection, Human Perfection. His head spun, but he blocked it all out when she lifted her head up and let his eyes soak up all the vibrent green orbs she was blessed with.
They stared at eachother for awhile, Damon's hands now running along her rosey cheek bones as her breaths purred like music to his inhuman ears. They didn't speak, just stared, for what felt like enternity before her eyes started to droop and finally close as she rested her head back down on his shoulder.
