In all his years as a vampire, he had never met a woman more infuriating. Damon pinned her with a dark glare. Stupid girl. She stood there, in flowing drapes of black silk and golden toile that clung deliciously to her frame. Why couldn't she do as she was told?
He watched her pretty little mouth pucker into a frown. Luminous brown eyes met his own and he fought to cage the lust that had tinged his anger. His eyes darkened at the idea of being her exhaustion, of exhausting her until he became that smudgy thought on the edge of her vision. Damon caught the sweeping look of defiance clashing behind her doe eyed façade.
So that's how she wants to play. "Did you get what you wanted?" He asked coolly, hands clenched in the silk of her shawl. "Actually yes." She replied, her eyes glimmering, pleading with him to understand her reasoning. "Good, I'm your ride home. We're leaving." He ground out. Elena found her arm unceremoniously snatched, as she was half dragged like a petulant child. She glanced up, and immediately regretted it. Fire danced, wild and untamed behind cobalt blue orbs.