As he walked towards me, I did my best to walk backwards without falling, "What is it that you want?" I questioned him as I met his gaze and stared into his piercing blue eyes that were filled with nothing but desire and lust.
"Am I making you…uncomfortable, Bonnie?" He asked as he moved closer.
I shook my head, "No, you're not." I stated just as my back made contact with the wall.
'Damn it.' My mind screamed as I watched him come even closer. He was so close now that I could feel his breath on my lips. His breath smelled of Bourbon and blood. His hair was tousled back from his face, his lips slung slightly apart, his eyes were focused on me and his body was so close to mine that if I took a big breath, my breast would press into his chest.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
A smile formed on his lips before he lifted his hand to my cheek, stroking it with his thumb, "What does it look like?" He asked in a husky voice.
Rolling my eyes, I pushed his hand away, moved around him and moved towards the front door, "I'm leaving." I stated. Before I could reach the door, I was suddenly pinned to the wall, my arms pinned at my side and his body pressed into mine. He'd taken my bad and thrown it to the floor. I won't lie and say that the moment his body touched mine that images of him ass hole butt naked and deep inside me didn't flash through my mind because they did; images of me beneath him moaning and crying out in pain and pleasure, as he fucked me senseless, consumed my mind.
Despite how badly I wanted him inside me, I was not about to let him know, give him the satisfaction, that he was doing something to me, "Let go of me!" I said sternly.
He smiled, "I love it when you're angry."
I glared at him, "Get Off!" I snarled, "Or I will make your head explode!" I hissed. He hadn't moved an inch, he just stood, pressed against me, staring down at me with an amused smirk on his lips, "Okay, have it your way." I snapped before lifting my hand and sending an excruciating pain in his direction. A look of pain crossed his features as he stumbled back and gripped his head in-between his large hands before dropping to his knees. As quickly as I could, I rushed down the one step that led to the living area of the Boarding House, moved towards the couch and picked up my bag. I turned around to head out and saw that he was no longer there, on his knees in pain. I'd placed one foot on the step that led to the door before I felt him behind me and quickly spun around and met his gaze, "You shouldn't have done that." He growled. Suddenly, I found myself on the floor with my wrist pinned above my head, his body fully on top of mine.
"Get off of me, Salvatore!" I hissed, trying to free myself from beneath him, but failing.
"No." He said.
I glared up at him, "Why not?" I growled.
"Not until you admit it."
"Admit what?" I snapped.
"That you want this."
I raised a brow as my glare intensified, "Want what?"
Taking both of my wrists in his left hand, he lifted his right hand and placed it on my side, running it down to rest on my hip, "This." He stated with a smirk. The place between my legs grew hot and I could feel my panties getting damp as his fingers dug into my side.
"Don't flatter yourself." I spat, "Now, get off!" I snarled.
He shook his head, "Damon, let go of me!" I snarled, bucking my hips into him in hopes of getting free somehow. Bucking my hips was a bad idea. I felt his body stiffen and watched an animalistic look cross his face. I could feel the spot between my legs overflow with my juices as his cock grew in his pants and pressed up against my slit through my skirt. A low growl erupted from his chest as I kept my eyes fixed on him and his every move.
"Damon?" I spoke softly for I did not want to startle him into doing something that I so badly wanted, but knew was bad for me. Every fiber in me, every part of my body screamed for Damon Salvatore's touch, screamed to have his hands roaming every inch of my body, to have his naked body pressed into my own. My pussy was throbbing, begging to have his cock buried deep inside me, his hips grinding into my own, his cock thrusting into me so violently that I'd lose all and any train of thought and lost mobility for at least a couple of hours. My heart, well, that was a different story. My heart was telling me that though my body wanted Damon to Ravish it, that it was NOT such a good idea, and that he was only going to use me. I didn't care about that, I didn't care that all he would be doing is using me for sex because that would be the same exact thing that I would be doing with him.
I would be using him and for one thing only.
Sex.
I didn't want a relationship or even a friendship, I just wanted casual sex when I wanted it, where ever I wanted it and however I wanted it, but there was still a part of me that, seemed to take over everything, screamed 'No' to the idea.
"Please, get off of me, Damon." I spoke softly but sternly.
He turned his gaze on me, "I can't." He spoke through clenched teeth.
I glared up at him, no longer in the mood to worry about him snapping, "And why the hell not?! This isn't funny anymore!" I spat.
He glared down at me, "Who said I was joking? I'm not moving, not until you admit it, not until you admit that You want Me just as much as I want You." He growled.
I knew my eyes were wide with shock, I could see my reflection in his eyes. I knew that I wanted him and how badly I wanted him, but I didn't think, nor would I have ever thought that he, Damon Salvatore, a man who could have any woman he wanted, wanted me, Bonnie Bennett.
"What?" I gaped.
"I want you, Bonnie Bennett; I want you more than I've ever wanted a woman before." He spoke bluntly, "I want to taste you. I want to know what you taste like when I make you cum, I want to plunge my tongue so deep inside you that your toes curl. I want to feel you. I want to thrust my cock into your cunt so violently and so deep that you can taste me in the back of your throat. I want my hands to explore every inch of your body until I've made a mental map of it and know ever tiny detail of it. Let me fuck you until you can't fuck me anymore." He said with much lust, desire and husk in his voice. I noticed that with each word he spoke, my panties seem to dampen even more and that my nipples seemed to harden beneath his hard chest.
I was beyond turned on.
I wanted him to take me, I wanted him to make me into a woman, to show me what it means to be fucked senseless, "No." I spoke quietly. I didn't trust my voice to get any higher or he would know that he had succeeded in turning me on.
"No?" He questioned.
I nodded my head, 'No, Damon." I stated.
"You don't want me?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"You don't want my cock buried deep inside your pussy, my cock thrusting back and forth inside you, our hips meeting with every thrust? You don't want me taking your swollen nipple into my mouth as my cock slips in and out of your tight pussy with speed that'll make your head spin?" He asked in a husky voice.
Not trusting my voice, I shook my head, "Are you sure?" He questioned before running his hand down my side, over my thigh and between my legs. My body stiffened as his hand moved up my skirt and over my soaked panties, "…because it seems to me that your mind is saying one thing and your body is saying another." He said.
"Damon!" I squealed in surprise as he started rubbing my clit in wicked circles.
"You really are a virgin." He stated.
I glared up at him, "And?" I spat.
"It makes me wonder." He said.
"Wonder what?" I snapped.
He smiled down at me, "How tight you are." He said.
My back arched up about three inches off the floor the moment he slipped his hand into my panties, ran his fingers through my wet, swollen lips and plunged his long, thick finger into my wet pussy. I could feel the veins in my neck popping out as he pulled his finger from deep inside me and plunged it back in in result of my back arching off the floor once again.
"Can you feel how much you want this? Can you see how you're reacting to me and all I'm doing is thrusting my finger deep inside you? Imagine how it would feel if my finger was replaced with my dick. Imagine my dick filling your pussy; imagine felling my dick in your stomach, bumping every organ in your body. Imagine me fucking you with such intensity that you lose any and all feeling in your legs." His finger seemed to grow longer and thicker as he plunged it deeper into my pussy.
"Mmmm, you're as tight as I thought you'd be." He growled in pleasure.
"S-sssstop."
"Do you really want me to do that?" He asked.
I nodded, "Y-y-yes." I chocked out, trying to catch my breath, but every time I try to breath, he plunges his finger deeper into my pussy causing me to arch my back off the floor.
"Admit it, Bonnie. You want this. You like having my finger buried deep inside your pussy, but you're afraid that you like it TOO much. You're afraid that you want my dick buried deep inside your pussy just as much as I do." He lowered his lips to my neck, roughly biting down on my flesh, "All you have to do is ask." He stated.
I don't know where it came from or how I did it, but suddenly, I had pushed Damon off of me, his finger no longer buried deep in my pussy that was now dripping wet. As calmly as I could, I slowly got to my feet, my legs a bit shaky from what Damon had just done, "Why did you do that?" I glared at him.
He smiled cockily, "The same reason why you let me." He said.
I glared intensively at him, "I didn't LET you do anything! You wouldn't get off of me!" I snapped.
Smiling, he took a few steps forward causing me to take a few steps back, "Why don't you just save yourself the time and lies and admit that you wanted it, that you liked me fucking your tight pussy with my finger and that you want my dick buried deep inside your pussy. Trust me; it would be a lot easier admitting the truth than it is lying about it." He stated.
Damon was right.
I did want it and I did like it. I loved having his finger buried deep in my pussy, moving in and out my folds, exploring my insides and going as deep inside me as he could get. He'd spoken truth again when he said I'd wanted his dick buried just as deep inside me as his finger, but what was I to do? I wanted him, but did I really want Damon Salvatore to be my first?