Nessa's eyes went as wide as saucers as Damon captured her mouth with his. She went still as a rock, her brain barely registering what was going on and when it did, anger like no other flooded her. That asshole, how dare he!
"Bastard!" She bit out a curse but Damon used that opportunity to plunge his tongue into her open swearing mouth, tangling it with hers.
"Mmm," her eyes grew wider just as Damon's hands wrapped around her waist while his other hand thread through her hair.
Nessa struggled against him fiercely, the strong metallic taste of his blood infiltrating her perception. That masochist! Hadn't Luke given him enough pain? He still had the lips to kiss her? Tasting his blood was the most disgusting thing she had ever done. But wait a minute, why was she kissing him back?
Damon groaned when her tongue moved against his. It was the most satisfying feeling he had ever felt in his life and he wanted more. Her hair was so soft, he massaged her scalp.
