Damon
How had Renee forced Damon into a dream without his control as if she were a succubus or a fairy, and he drunk on her honey wine and could only do her bidding? The notion still baffled him. Plus, to make it worse, she left him in her dream, alone. Never before had he been locked in such a trance.
Trapped in the endless beach scene wasn't a fantasy in the slightest. There, the world had darkened, and if she didn't return to this realm and reunite with his incubi soul, the chances of his death was one-hundred-percent. How had she known to return? To touch or kiss him and bring him back?
Was the crystal to blame? Had to be. Then, when she kissed him with the same passion as in her dream, it snapped him out of the dream-prison. The agonizing pain of needing release made him forget he couldn't allow his emotions and lust to overcome protecting Renee.