Verena's POV
When we arrived at his house, Damon didn't even acknowledge my presence. Damien tip that when he needs to feed he has his episodes of mood swings.
When I entered his room. He stood in front of the vanity, wearing only unbuttoned breeches that hung low on his hips, grasping the rim of the sink with white-knuckled fingers. He dragged a damp towel across his bloodied chest, his teeth bared as he hissed in a pained breath. The wounds would've been fatal for a mortal, significant and shocking. And the fact that he seemed unaware of my presence told me exactly how weakened he was. For a moment, I could only stare at the shimmering blood coursing down the defined lines of his stomach. How was he still standing?
"Damon," I whispered
He froze at the sink, head bowed. The blood-soaked towel stopped moving across his chest. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked over at me. Knots formed in my stomach. There was a paleness there that hadn't been before, settling into his skin. The glow behind his pupils was fainter than I'd ever seen it.
"Sleep, I'll handle this myself." He ordered.
I swallowed as his unblinking stare latched onto me. His eyes…gods, they were so flat. "You need to feed."
"Get the hell out of here Verena, before I could do something utterly dangerous to you."
"You need to feed to heal Damon!"
His head moved to the side, the movement odd and animalistic. Predatory. "Did you not hear me?"
"I did." I inched closer, stopping when his lips peeled back, revealing his fangs. My heart tripped a little.
The towel slipped from his hand, drifting to the floor. He didn't seem to notice. "Then get the fuck out of here."
"No,"
His hand lifted from the sink, finger by finger as he straightened and turned toward me. Nothing about the way he moved was normal. It was too smooth. Too focused. "You're not afraid of death aren't you?"
"Death is acceptable,"
He glided to the opening of the bathing chamber. Goosebumps broke out over my skin. "You are well aware that I'm partly vampire ."
I nodded.
His head straightened, moving in that eerie, fluid way. He stared at me for a long, tense moment. The hollows of his cheeks became more prominent. "You need to leave."
"I'm not going to."
"Leave!" he roared, and I flinched at the guttural sound as a tiny kernel of fear took root. A tremor ran through him. "If you don't leave, I'm going to feed from you, and I'm going to fuck you while I do it," he warned.
"Do I look like I'm scared?"
Damon made a sound, a low growl I never would've expected to come out of his throat. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck rose as instinct urged me to back away. "You're trouble,"
"I guess it's a hobby then?"
"I may kill you. Do you understand that? I haven't fed in…decades. I don't trust myself right now. Do you understand, Kinzhe?"
I lifted my chin, letting the hair slide behind my shoulders. His now-lifeless eyes tracked those strands as I revealed my neck.
"You're not going to kill me."
"Gods, what am I gonna do to you," he purred his frustrations dripping, his lips parting as his torn chest rose and fell rapidly.
"Feed from me Damon,"
I took a breath. That was all. One single, short breath, and Damon was on me, his hand buried in my hair, tugging my head back. He struck as fast as the snakes, sinking his fangs deep into the side of my throat.
"Now that you're so eager, you're punishment is my mark. Starting today, you'll be mine forever, the mark will seal your fate Kinzhe, no escapes this time."
The sudden dual bursts of stinging pain caused my entire body to jerk. The fire of his bite shot through me, startling in its intensity. Damon's grip on my hair and shoulder was tight as he pressed into me, my back coming against a wall. I gripped his arms, my nails digging into his cool skin.
There was nowhere to go-no escape. A scream built in my throat, but there was no air to give it life. I couldn't breathe through the fire clawing at my insides. My back bowed when he drew deep and hard against my throat, drawing my blood into him in staggering pulls.
And then it…changed.
Seconds, only seconds had passed from the moment his fangs pierced my flesh and the vise-like grip on my shoulder eased. The fire of his mouth against my throat didn't fade as his fingers now curled around the back of my head, but it became something else-something as overwhelming and powerful as the pain. The burn of his lips moving greedily against my throat built into a sudden, throbbing ache in my blood, settling in my breasts and between my thighs. The strength of it-the pounding, heated rush was shocking. It invaded my muscles, tightening them until they curled and spun.
Damon groaned, pushing into me, his fingers spreading across my small back. He shifted, thrusting a strong thigh between mine. I felt him then, long and thick against my lower stomach.
I shuddered as a rush of damp heat flooded me. My eyes were open, but I saw nothing as his mouth tugged on my throat. My blood was on fire, my head falling back against the wall, cushioned by his hand. I moaned, and he sucked harder. I felt the pulls of his mouth all the way to my core. My body reacted out of instinct. Instead of trying to get away from him, I slid my hand up to the soft strands of his hair and tugged him closer, holding his eager mouth to my throat, wanting to be…devoured by the intensity brewing in my body. Wanting to be devoured by him. I moved without thought, rocking against the hard length of his thigh. The tension deep inside me erupted without warning, the pleasure lashing out in sweeping waves. I trembled and shook as I rode the powerful release.
I panted, gasping for breath and shuddering. As soon as the ripples abated, the pulsing tension built once more at my throat and under his lips as he continued feeding. It traveled through my body in a series of sharp tingles. My heart raced as the acute tension built again at my core.
He made another sound against my throat, a deep, rumbling growl that should've concerned me, but I was far past the point of being cautious. I pulled on his hair. His fingers dug into the thin material of my clothing.
The sound of tearing cloth scorched my ears, sending another bolt of arousal through me. He tore my my shirt only using his hands, freeing my breasts and my upper stomach.
A ragged cry parted my lips as the tips of my breasts brushed against the coldness of his blood-slickened chest.
Damon lifted his head away from my throat, and suddenly I was staring up into his blue magnificent eyes.
"You tastes so sweet, so addicting Kinzhe,"
My gaze moved lower to his blood-streaked chest and flesh that had already begun to heal and seal itself closed. And lower still, to those once-jagged wounds that were now pink welts across his tightly coiled stomach muscles.
What my blood did for him was nothing short of miraculous.
I looked even lower and felt a little weak. But I didn't think it had anything to do with him feeding. The throbbing length of his cock was visible through the flaps of his breeches and the head jutted up toward his navel. The tip beaded pearly liquid as it twitched.
Damon looked at me, his swirling gaze so intense that it was like a physical caress against my breasts and belly. I looked down at the shimmering bluish-red blood smeared above my navel and across my breasts and nipples.
His hand slid from my hair, dragging the curls forward over my shoulder. Strands fell across a breast as his fingers curved around the heavy weight. A breathy moan left me, and those eyes flew to mine.
It took me a moment to remember how to speak. "Did you take enough?"
"More than enough," he answered, his voice thick with smoke and need and…hunger. He drew a thumb over the hardened nub of flesh and then stepped back from me. I felt the loss of his heat immediately as he stared at my partially exposed body, the hollows of his cheeks unforgivable.
He grinned, "More than enough to give you a mark."