Talia writhed under Damon, trying to get him to move faster, but he just murmured close to her ear how much he loves her and continued his torturously slow ministrations.
It was wonderful, it really was. She could feel his sincerity and his intention to make her feel good but slow and gentle was not what she needed at that moment.
She wanted to feel his power and passion.
She wanted Damon who was unrestrained and outrageous.
She wanted him to plunder her insides.
And she was determined to get it.
Frantic for more, Talia's hands glided lower on his back, and she dug her nails into his firm ass, pulling him closer and rocking her hips against him.
"Gods! Woman!", he squeezed through his teeth.
"Your woman.", Talia said. "Please, don't make me wait. Don't make it slow. And don't make it gentle. Not now. I need… Ah… Mmm…"
Her words were lost in moans when Damon's hips picked up the pace.
At the feeling of Talia pulling him in desperately, Damon's weak control snapped, and he gave in to his urges. After all, she was eager and he was also, and they can take it slowly later. They had three days.
Damon lifted himself to sit with his legs crossed in the lotus position, and Talia gripped his back to follow him without them disconnecting.
She straddled him and hugged his neck firmly, unwilling to let go, ever.
"Fuck!", he cursed when she moved, her pace not much slower than his, yet the small rotation of her hips threatened to push him over the edge too fast. Damn, she was perfect.
He pushed her damp hair to her right side, to remove the obstacles from the spot where he will mark her. His urge to put his lips there was driving him to the edge of insanity.
"Ah, Damon…", she moaned close to his ear, the words spiraled from his brain straight into his groin area, and he couldn't believe that his arousal swelled. Seductress!
Talia's legs started shaking and slowing down her movements, so he gripped her hips with his right hand to pull her to him, and his other hand landed on the ground behind him as support while he thrusted into her vigorously.
Her body arched backward, and outrageous sounds ripped from her throat, Damon's name mixed in with a string of vowels and curses, and Damon was sure that he never heard anything so beautiful in his life.
The visual of her bouncing on him nearly made him come. Her head was thrown back and her jaw slack, her breasts jiggling, the sheen of sweat sparkling under the moonlight… it was the sexiest image he saw in his life.
Damon could feel the pressure building in both him and Talia, and something told him that his mouth should be closer to her neck. It was the instinct he pushed away many times before, but not tonight.
Talia gasped at the speed Damon pushed her to lay on the grass, yet her back landed softly as he controlled his speed and force expertly, confirming that he won't hurt her even when he was lost in passion.
He was quick to continue thrusting into her, and Talia's face flashed into his view, full of lust and love, and he was not sure if he saw silvery sparks in her eyes, but this was not the time for technicalities.
Talia's fingers dug into his back, her arms coiling firmly just under his armpits, and her face was buried in his neck, frantic breaths splashing on him and making his hair stand on ends.
When merging with Damon, Talia would always lose herself in pleasure, her whole world zeroing on the sensation of his hard length sliding in and out of her, and Damon all around her, pushing her toward the rapture with every thrust, but this time, it was different. This time, Talia was not lost. Actually, it felt like she found a part of herself, something she forgot a long time ago. Possession. Belonging.
She wanted to give herself to Damon in body and spirit, and she also wanted everyone to know that he was hers. Completely.
His tongue moved flat over her neck, making her skin ripple in goosebumps, and she felt the urge to do the same.
The sensation of their bodies moving together was thrilling, and the fact that they were in the open, made them feel like they were sharing their love with the rest of the world.
Damon was focusing on Talia's neck, nibbling and kissing, in order to prolong his pleasure and not come first. They needed to do this together.
Every fiber of Damon's being was trembling, telling him that the time was nearly there, and his fangs elongated without him even trying.
Emotions swelled within Damon and an otherworldly growl bubbled in his chest and burst from his throat, and his heart soared when Talia did the same, like she was responding to his call. He never made such a sound, yet he knew that it was a sign of claiming and belonging.
Talia muffled her frantic moans into his neck as she gripped him tightly, her rapid breaths fanned the left side of his neck, and he knew that she was on the brink of an orgasm.
"Don't hold it in, kitten...", he rasped. "Let it out. Let me hear you..."
And then he started the countdown. 3… 2…
Damon groaned when a piercing pain assaulted his neck, making him feel like he was being burned alive.
What the hell!?
Before he could process what happened, his head dipped and his fangs sank in Talia's flesh, releasing his venom and embedding parts of him as her new normal, yet he felt that he was also undergoing some changes as fiery liquid traveled through his veins.
Damon growled when her insides coiled around his throbbing cock, and both he and Talia shivered in their orgasm that was amplified by the scorching sensation that flowed into their bodies from the neck down.
Damon unlatched himself and he laughed weakly when he realized that Talia was releasing low growls while licking his neck, the spot where she marked him. It was painful, tingly, and super-sensitive to the point of making him aroused like he didn't come just a few seconds ago.
He was not sure what to think about Talia marking him because his consciousness was fading, but he knew that the circle was closed as their bond strengthened and was growing into something mysterious and wonderful.
Damon focused on licking those few drops of blood that trickled from Talia's neck. He needed to help her heal before his strength leaves him completely.
The sensation of her tongue on his neck sent shudders through his body, and he was pleased to know that he will wear her mark, and she will wear his.
He couldn't wait to see how they turn out.
Damon didn't realize at what point he slumped over Talia, but he managed to push himself on the side so that he doesn't crush her with the weight of his body. He felt her arms wrapping around him, holding him close, like she will never let go, and he hoped she never does.
The last spec of energy seeped out of his body as he pulled her into him, and then darkness descended on his senses.
