Connected in body, soul, and mind (2)
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.