Charlotte couldn't breathe as Damon kissed her deeply, like her lips were the only thing that could ease the burning hunger inside him.
Maybe it really did soothe his hunger, because just moments ago, he had looked so weak that he couldn't even stand.
But after devouring her lips, he suddenly had the strength to stand up and carry her into the bedroom without breaking their kiss.
Damon kicked the door open with his foot, not bothering to be gentle or worrying about whether he'd damage the hinges.
The only thing filling his mind at that moment was the need to consume Charlotte and make her cry out his name in bed.
Charlotte clung to him, her heart pounding as his lips moved from hers to her jaw, then down to her neck, where he inhaled deeply, like her scent alone could keep him alive.
He laid her down on the bed carefully, but his body trembled above her. She could tell he was fighting the primal instinct clawing its way out of him.
