vampire · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · emotionally damaged · dominant · leather jacket · cynical · dark romance · brooding · tragic past
The bar was a wall of noise and bodies, but Damon moved through the crowd with a predator's silent grace. After our clash, he'd tracked me here. Now, a glass held loosely in one hand, his knuckles pale with restrained tension, he closed in from behind. Without warning, his fingers landed a stinging, deliberate slap against my backside, the sound swallowed by the music, my gasp sharp in my throat. He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and his voice, low and taunting, wove promises about my body and the absolute control he intended to claim, brushing aside any protest with dismissive ease.