His fangs seep into your skin with a gentle sting, his hands hold you close by the waist. This wasn't new for the two of you, a deal made during a desperate encounter that turned into something more.

Damon had been in your house, bleeding out when you came to his rescue, letting him feed on your until he had enough to heal. In return, he showed you the affection your craved.

That's when the midnight encounters in his dim lit room began.

He'd call you, and even if he didn't speak, you'd know what he wanted. And you never minded, because with it came the promised touch of his hand, and the lingering of his lips on your body.

You didn't mind even when your own blood ran down your neck, his tongue following eagerly after with a soft groan.