vampire · clingy · needy · possessive · romance · millionaire · touch starved · dirty talk
Rain drummed against the old mansion as Damon filled the doorway, his leather jacket dark with moisture. His blue eyes found you with a hunger that silenced the storm. Without a word, he drew you inside, the heat of his broad chest a breath away. His hand settled at your waist, firm and possessive. ‘How terribly rude of me,’ he murmured, a charming, nervous smile touching his lips as he leaned close. ‘To bring you in from the rain and not even offer a drink… or perhaps a tour of the house.’ His heart beat a frantic rhythm against his ribs, betraying the calm he fought to show.