Damon's hand disappeared into Talia's hair and his fingers grazed her scalp as he grabbed a fistful of her copper-colored locks, and he held her head in place when he deepened the kiss, kissing her like he was starving for her.
Talia whimpered under Damon's invasion that filled her system with his flavors and her hands swiftly disappeared under his t-shirt, eager to feel the landscape of his back and to pull him closer, much closer than they were at that moment.
Talia's touch seeped under his skin, relaxing the tension that was etched deep into his bones, and he held onto her tightly, like she was his lifeline because she was.
Slowly, very slowly, they undressed each other, their kisses unbreakable, and by the time the last garments touched the floor, they were both breathing heavily.
His tongue glided at the base of her neck, where his invisible mark was, and a shaky breath escaped her lips.
"Do it again…", she asked, and he obeyed.
Talia gripped Damon's shoulders tightly as her whole body shook in the rhythm of his tongue on her neck, igniting the arousal that muddled her mind. Talia thought that she might have an orgasm just by him licking and kissing her there, and she wondered if his neck will be so sensitive as well.
"Ahh…", it was his turn to exhale audibly when Talia kissed the spot where she marked him and she smiled against his skin, happy that she could affect him in such a way. But even more touching was that this strong Alpha was baring his neck for her, exposing his weak spot in a show of trust.
Talia licked the base of Damon's neck, where her invisible mark was on him, and she enjoyed the way his body shook as he gripped the bedsheet under her.
"Kitten… kitten…", his hot breath caressed her ear as he was grinding at the cradle of her thighs, spreading her juices over his hot and hard shaft, and she knew very well how turned on he was because his arousal amplified hers.
"Don't hold back, Damon…", she said breathily, and then her lips latched to suck on his neck.
Talia's head fell backward into the pillows when he entered her in one powerful jab that made both of them see stars.
She could feel his palm sliding over hers until they aligned, and then their fingers interlaced.
"Hold onto me, kitten. Don't let go."
Talia found his eyes full of emotions staring at her and she knew that he was talking about much more than just holding his hand.
"I will never let go.", Talia said, and her fingers tightened around his.
Talia's lips parted in a silent gasp when his hips moved, the friction creating sparks that reminded them of their bond and that they belong to each other.
"Damon… Damon…", Talia chanted with his every thrust as he kissed her jaw and neck, with a lot of tongue and just a bit of teeth, and she tilted her head to give him better access to the spot where he marked her so that he can kiss and lick her more because that spot right there made her body come alive.
His aura enveloped her completely like a cocoon of safety where she could be herself to laugh, cry, and anything in-between without any judgment, and Talia allowed herself to be lost in passion for the man who made her experience the most intense highs in her life.
Talia could feel the way Damon worshiped her and marveled the sensation of them merging into one, the emotions so strong that it made her want to cry. Knowing that this exquisite specimen loved her so much acted like the most potent aphrodisiac ever, and it allowed her to release all her inhibitions, confident that he won't judge her.
The intensity of sparks caught Damon by surprise. Intimacy with Talia was always the best he ever experienced, but this was on a totally different level. It was like their bodies and their souls were merging into one in an intimate act that went beyond the pleasures of the flesh. There was a sense of familiarity and belonging, like coming home after a long and arduous journey. Talia was his home.
Damon found himself lapping at her neck, and his fangs were out on their own. It didn't make sense, since he marked Talia already, but his mind was clouded with lust and the addictive sparks, and he didn't want to think about anything other than the feeling of Talia's hot pussy wrapping his cock tightly, always in a perfect grip that made him crave for more.
Talia's sultry sounds told him she was close, and he was close as well.
He gripped her waist and changed his angle slightly before picking up the pace, ready to push her over the edge and follow right after, when piercing pain invaded his neck.
What the hell!? Did she bite him?
But this was not just any bite. It was bone-deep, and he could feel the heat spreading from there through his body.
Damn! She marked him again!
Just as he finished this thought, the pressure in his groin area increased as Talia's insides tightened around his shaft, and his head dipped to sink his fangs into her flesh while he shot his hot seed deep inside her.
Damon groaned as his body and mind were enveloped in pure ecstasy, and he struggled to rock into Talia a few more times in order to prolog their euphoria.
Damon twitched as Talia's tongue moved over the skin of his neck.
"Mmm…", Talia hummed. 'I love you, Damon. You are mine.'
Damon chuckled, enjoying the possessive tone she used. And he was elated that he didn't pass out this time even though the new energy still simmered inside him, making him stronger in ways he was yet to discover.
Damon licked the spot where he bit her to help her heal, and it took him a few moments to realize that he heard Talia's words while her lips were busy tending to his neck. She didn't talk, yet he heard her, and the sensation was familiar because he experienced it many times before.
He lifted his head to look into her adorably flushed face and unfocused eyes, just in time to see her tongue darting to moisten her lips.
Damon smiled and spoke straight into her mind, 'I love you more, kitten.'
Talia's eyes widened. 'How is this possible?'
Damon's smile widened. 'I think we have our private mind-link, kitten. It's the mate bond.'
She stared at him stupidly. 'Can you hear all my thoughts?'
No. Her expression was changing, and he knew she was thinking about stuff, but he could hear only thoughts directed at him. However, the mischievous part of him didn't want to reveal this limitation.
'Would that be a problem?', Damon asked.
