I woke up to something cool laving my neck and moved my head a fraction to the left to see what the hell was going on. I cried out but was cut off abruptly by the pain. "Fuck, what the fuck! ? Damon, is that you? Wha-what happened? Where am I and why are you licking me? I asked trying to push him off me.

I took in my surroundings and noticed that I was lying in what was obviously a concrete tomb. "Shhhhh, you're asking too many questions and you need your strength. Come on, I've got you" he says in an almost bored tone. He pulls me up so that my back is against his chest and wraps his arms tight around me. On a normal day being in this position would have freaked me out but damn If I wasn't weak, extremely lightheaded and from the looks of it still in my vintage, 20's outfit. I'd get answers momentarily. "You need to drink Bennett" he says biting into his wrist. "You've lost a shit ton of blood courtesy of your friend Alaric and I need you better so that you can fix what you've messed up".

I started to argue when my words were cut off and a wrist was forced between my lips. My eyes widen in surprise as his blood hits my tongue. He hisses and pulls me into him tighter. I try to wiggle out of his hold but he has me securely fastened to his chest. I stop when I realize that I'm nestled between his legs and feel something start to harden and press against my back. Knowing that my noncompliance was turning him on I stopped moving abruptly and tried to relax.

Once my mind eased into what was happening I noticed that he actually tastes…well, delicious. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wider to accommodate his thick, spicy taste and began to suck, harder. Fuck! I can feel his blood sprinting towards the middle part of me. That coupled with the way he has me bound inside his muscular frame has me hot as hell. I'd never admit that to him but a girl has to take her pleasure when she can. As I continue to drink him down, I think to myself this is just his arm. I wonder what his dick tastes li…"Excuse me Miss Bennett?" He says and I am instantly removed from my happy place. "Don't worry Bonnie we will have plenty of time for you to wrap that gorgeous mouth of yours around my cock but right now I need you to focus. " Did he just say "we" and "cock" in the same sentence? Leave it to Damon to ruin something good by opening his mouth. I wanted to light him up but was still spent from last night's ordeal.

I remove my lips from his wrist and lick the wound. That's what they do on TV to help the puncture marks heal faster right? He changes our position so that he can look at me and arches one of those dark brows with a questioning look. "I don't know...isn't that what you are supposed to do to help the wound heal? He throws his head back and laughs. Bennett, I think you're watching too much Trueblood."

I am completely forced into the present situation and totally mortified once the realization sets in…Damon Salvatore can read my thoughts. Fuck, I'm fucking fucked but for how long?