"Damon"

Bonnie knew she didn't have to say his name out loud. The fact that she was in his house, in his room, uninvited had already gotten his attention.

The vampire sat near the window in the plush Victorian Era chair. He casually glanced her way, pretending she'd interrupted his reading. His performance was a joke, considering the book he held in hands was a copy of the Holy Bible.

"Bonnie", he said her name with a sly smile. "This is unexpected."

No Damon. Bonnie thought to herself. This is unexpected.

With the power of her mind, she ripped him out of the chair and slammed him into the wall. The Magic that was once buried deep inside her now flowed through her veins.

The candelabra rattled and a picture fell to floor. Bonnie kept her focus, holding him in place. Damon began laughing. The maniacal sound was distracting. Her concentration slipped and he landed with the grace of a cat. Instantly he was behind her and she spun around to meet his gaze.

"Bonnie", He murmured her name softly, attempting to bend her mind to his will. The witch's mind had grown strong and she was able to resist, without the crutch of vervain.

"Bonnie", he repeated her name more forcefully. She smiled in response. He no longer had power over her.

"Damon", she matched his tone perfectly as she looked into his eyes, his beautiful ice blue eyes that once led to a mortal soul.

Without touching him she threw him onto the bed. The old fashioned rope bed creaked and groaned under his weight.

"Shouldn't you undress me first?"

Bonnie's lip twitched as she worked another spell. Damon's head dropped back against the thin mattress as the invisible weight pinned his limbs. The witch watched him struggle against the unseen force with a sense of accomplishment.

"Uncle." Damon murmured.

Bonnie relaxed her mind breaking the spell. Instantly Damon was by her side, his eyes washed over her with a sultry gaze and the next thing she knew her back was pressed against the mattress with him on top of her. His hungry mouth closed in on hers, but she pressed her hands against his chest holding him in place.

"NO Kissing and NO Biting." She reminded him. Those were the rules.

"You mean NO Fun." Damon snorted as he ripped his shirt off and tossed it beside the bed. Bonnie grazed her hands along his thighs and toward his center. Despite his statement, his erection was proof enough that he was indeed having a good time. Bonnie pulled her own shirt over her head as Damon slid her jeans down her legs.

"How long before Stefan gets home?" Bonnie asked as she unfastened Damon's pants.

"Maybe another hour." He replied as he unsnapped her bra with one hand and sunk his fingers between her legs with the other.

Bonnie shuddered with delight as his thumb pressed against her delicate nerve. She fell back against the pillow and watched her bra fly through the air.

"Damon." She cooed into his ear as his body covered hers. Bonnie reached between his legs to the hardened shaft that brushed against her thigh. "Damon." She whispered again. He loved hearing his own name.

He exhaled and lowered his head into the nape of her neck. Bonnie felt his mouth brush against her skin.

"NO!" She pushed him away.

He growled at her.

"Damon." Bonnie cupped his face in her hands. Staring into those eyes made her heart beat faster, made her want things she shouldn't want and made her almost forget what a monster he really was.

"Bonnie." His tongue traced his lip as he spoke her name. "Just one kiss."

"No." Her fingers raked through his silky locks.

"Bonnie."

He was trying the mind trick again.

"Damon"

The vampire lowered himself to his elbows, his fingertips swept across her hardened nipples. "You have no idea what you missing."

"Damon, we have less than hour. Do you want to spend it talking?" Bonnie's hands ran over his shoulders, dipping into the valley of his lower back. His skin was so smooth and soft, especially on the upward curve inside his hips. She pulled him closer, her knees falling to either side as his length slipped inside her.

She allowed herself that one fraction of a second to close her eyes and revel in the sensation. Then her lids sprung open watching Damon's every move with lustful suspicion.

Damon wrapped his arms around her, holding their bodies flesh to flesh as he began the rhythmic coupling. The friction between them made Bonnie's core warm and moist. She found herself helpless in his arms. "Damon." She was barely able to speak, but forced herself to find her voice.

"Damon."

She clung to him.

"Damon."

Her heels dug into the backs of his legs.

"Damon."

Her nails clawed across his back.

Damon

His name was only in her mind as nothing but moans escaped her lips. She offered a silent prayer that he wouldn't break the rules. Right now, she couldn't concentrate on anything except the wave of pleasure that filled her body. She was defenseless against him, but this feeling was well worth the risk.

His strong powerful thrusts had quickened. Damon's body began to tremble and all Bonnie could do was bring herself closer to him, rocking her hips against his.

"Daaa – mon."

She managed his name one final time before succumbing to the depths of her orgasm. Damon's release happened an instant later. His fingers clenched her waist, holding their bodies fused as a small muted gasp escaped his throat.

Every part of Bonnie, from her navel to her toes was numb with ecstasy. As Damon let his weight settle on top of her, she was very tempted to taste his thick full lips.

"You want to kiss me." His sapphire colored eyes danced with mischief.

"No, I don't." Bonnie replied sensing the childishness in her tone.

Damon ran his index finger slowly down her cheek. "You're not a very good liar, Bonnie."