EPOV
It was our wedding night, finally. Damon had publically courted me for months after the encounter in his private quarters and the people were beginning to wonder if he would ever gather enough courage to ask me. Truthfully, I was ready. I wanted to wait until I was 18 but I knew that physically I couldn't wait or I would not be a virgin on our wedding night. Damon and I insatiable when it came to…well…each other. But he had never done me the dishonor of going past kissing me passionately and on occasion grabbing my breasts. I had acted with far less decorum with all my grinding and pleading. There was just something about him of which I couldn't deny myself. His scent, his smile, his caresses all drove me to the point of madness and I wanted nothing less than to be underneath and as close as naked body can get to another. It was immodest and unladylike but this is what he did to me, so you can understand why I simply couldn't wait until 18, it would have to be before.
Four months ago:
"Day, um…"
"Yes my sweet, what is the matter?"
"I was wondering when – how your day was?" I couldn't bear to bother him if his day had been particularly stressful.
"It was fine, actually, quite pleasant. But that wasn't what you were going to ask me. Please mon chère, tell me what is bothering you?" He looked at me pleadingly as he asked this. I couldn't deny him anything.
"I was wondering, hoping, when you would give me the honor of becoming your wife?"
He took me in his arms and brought me to sit on his lap.
"I thought we were going to wait until you were a little older?" He looked at me confused but eager. "Have you changed your mind?"
"I can't deny this feeling that seems to be pooling in my lower abdomen and it seems to grow every day in your presence more undeniable than the day previous."
"Your lower abdomen, you say?" He brought his hand to my stomach. "Right here?"
"No, lower."
He moved his hand lower.
"Here?"
I shook my head. The hand that wasn't on my stomach started to raise my dress and he removed his hand from my stomach and slid it between my thighs, touching me where I had only touched myself.
"Here?"
My head rolled back as he applied more pressure and I moaned a yes. He smirked and brought a kiss to my neck. He started to suck and nibble and I became unraveled in his arms.
"I know how you feel." He said as he pushed his hardness into me. "I want you more and more with each passing day. I won't be able to deny myself much longer."
"Then don't," I said not thinking about the consequences of my words.
The next thing I knew, I was being lifted to Damon's bed. My butt was just on the edge and Damon leaned over me.
"You have no idea what you have done."
He proceeded to lower himself, on the floor, onto his knees. He grinned a devilish smile and I looked at him horror, not knowing what he could possibly do to me down there. He lifted my dress above my knees and then removed my pantaloons.
"Damon, what are you doing?"
"Giving you release isn't that that you want?"
"Not like thaaaaaa–" I couldn't finish my sentence let alone my thought for Damon had leaned forward and pressed not only his lips against me but had continued the action by swiping his tongue up and down my slit.
The feeling of his tongue was somewhat lessened being that my stockings were still covering me. He had yet to remove those and I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. He worked my nub not only with his tongue but also his fingers and I quickly lost the will to keep my eyes open to see his next move. My thoughts became jumbled and my eyes were clenched so tight I began to see stars. And then it stopped.
A/N: mwaaaahahahahahaha. Review and I might post more by Sunday. If not I might just cease to write it all together ;)