Leaves crunched under Aila's boots, and she found herself getting excited the further they went into the woods and away from the sounds of laughter and music. Aila shivered at the sudden gust of wind and wrapped her free hand over her shoulder. Damon continued to pull her away, making her strides much longer to keep up with him.
She could feel his growing impatience and desire bubbling inside of him, which made her want to pounce on him, but she still had some restraint. As soon as the light was long into the distance, Damon spun on the spot and pushed Aila up against a tree. His hands clung to her hair, his lips crashing into hers, his knee pushing her legs apart. She moaned into his mouth, and his tongue slipped in aggressively, taking complete control.
