Not the first time (kidnapping)
Talia pecked Damon's lips a few times, and she moved to straddle him on the bench.
Damon scooted lower slightly so she could sit on his crotch, which swelled already. He was eager to feel her right there. Preferably without clothes.
Damon wrapped his arms around Talia as he deepened the kiss with a growl. He loved when she initiated any type of intimacy.
The best feeling was when her body pressed against his while their flavors mixed, and Damon was careful not to apply too much pressure because he didn't want to risk harming their baby.
Damon knew they were in the garden, and someone might see them, so he didn't go beyond caressing Talia's skin under her blouse. But it was torturous.
"How about we take this upstairs?" Damon spoke into her lips.
Talia released a shaky breath. It's not that she didn't want to, but weren't both of them exhausted? Or maybe they could take it slow? Before she could respond, an angry shout reached them.