Damian's body is caught in a shudder, and he grips Nathaniel with one hand while raising the other to turn Anita's face back towards him with just enough force to make sure her eyes follow the movement of her chin.

"It's me I want you to be thinking about," he tells her in a whisper, his eyes pinning her in place while he repositions his body. He slides out until just the tip of him is inside her. "Blood of my blood," he breathes against her lips before thrusting forward again.