He built her toward a second with a ruthlessness that was entirely devoted....pushing her up and over before she'd fully come down from the first, combining mouth and fingers until she was shaking and clutching at him and half-crying from the intensity.
"That's it," he murmured against her. "Give me everything. Feed properly."
The second orgasm was deeper, longer....she felt the energy transfer spike significantly as it moved through her, felt the bracelet warm further on her wrist, felt her power stirring beneath her skin like something waking from enforced sleep.
Silas had moved to the head of the bed while Damon worked, settling behind her so she could lean against him....his arms around her, his presence grounding, his lips occasionally brushing her temple or her hair. His quiet steadiness while Damon drove her past every boundary of oversensitivity was the perfect counterpoint....the anchor while the storm moved through her.
