"You can have as much as you want," he said, voice low and steady. "Are you hungry again?"
Olivia's gaze lingered on the offered skin, her eyes flickering with conflict. She hated needing it, hated what she had become, but she couldn't fight it anymore.
"I don't want to hurt you," she whispered with guilt and remorse filling her. But his tender eyes did not have any accusation.
"You won't," he promised. "Take what you need."
Olivia looked at him with conflict of emotions in her eyes. Slowly, she leaned in. Her lips brushed his skin first, tender and hesitant. Then, with a soft breath, her fangs sank gently into his collarbone. Damon's hand tightened around the sheet beneath him, but he didn't flinch, he only closed his eyes, letting her take what she needed.
