As my lips met his, time seemed to stand still, the world around us fading into insignificance. Damon was stiff against my hold, but in a mere milliseconds, something clicked within him and he simply melted into the kiss. His hands moved to cup the back of my head, deepening our kiss, while the other hand rested against the small of my back, pulling me in closer.
The burn of Damon's mark on my shoulder seemed to increase. It felt as though there was a fire searing through my flesh, but rather than pain, it was an intoxicating sensation. I gasped against his lips, which he captured quickly, disallowing me even a short second of reprieve, and I surrendered myself to this magical kiss.