Almost fifteen hours later, Kate finally shoved at his chest, her breaths ragged, her body trembling from exhaustion.
"Damon! huff… huff… I can't… I cannot take it anymore." She slumped back onto the tangled sheets, every inch of her aching. "My body hurts everywhere, you absolute asshole."
Damon's gaze swept over her, lingering on the numerous fresh bite marks that decorated her entire body. Her neck, shoulders, and the curve of her waist, there were fang marks everywhere. Seeing them made his lips curl into a wicked smile.
"You look perfect," he murmured, tracing one with his fingertip.
The last few hours had been unbelievable. He had finally released all of his pent-up hunger, every shred of restraint he'd forced upon himself until now. The result was written all over Kate's body, her perfect body with perfect tits and perfect ass.
