BPOV
Bonnie stood on the balcony, her petite figure wrapped loosely in white silk sheets. Fisted tightly within her grasp and nestled between her breasts, the sheet hung from her body and trailed behind her like a silk gown. Her hair hung past her shoulders as the wind blew through it as if with gentle invisible fingers combing through the strands. The breeze was warm and calming, which is something she needed desperately right now. The moon reflected off of her mocha skin giving it a soft glow and the stars twinkled so bright that when reflecting in her eyes, they made the green hue sparkle and glitter. She tucked tendrils of her chocolate brown locks behind her ears and squinted staring into the distance to keep the wind from drying her eyes. Behind her the figure that laid in the bed turned and she watched his defined chest rise and fall as he took a deep slumber filled breath. She turned and glanced over her should at him, the corner of her mouth curved upwards showing off her dimple in her cheek.
They have come such a long way.
Who would have thought that the two of them would be irrevocably enamored with each other. If the powers that be would have revealed to her that they would be together and so inseparable she would have laughed dead in their face said get the f*ck outta here before waving them off. No. They didn't tell her that she would fall head over heels in love with someone who tried to kill her. No. They didn't give her forewarning that she would love him so much that she would rip her own heart out of her chest to keep him alive should it come down to it. But of course they would send her message after message after message that sometime in the future he would die. Motherf*ckers! Yes. They would do that wouldn't they.
For the past month she has not been able to sleep and get a good nights rest. She was having the same reoccurring dream that sometimes started out different but always ended up the same. His lifeless figure lying on the ground, bloody and mangled. Every night she would wake up gasping for breath because it seemed no matter what she tried to change in the dream, it was futile. It was frustrating and it was killing her with the feeling that all of these powers that she had was not proving their worth! For once in her life would nothing work out for her? She was always sacrificing for her friends and this godforsaken town and what did she get in return? Someone that she cared about, someone for her, died. Grams, her new found mother but she would be damned if death claimed him too.
If she could just find the right spell…something that would protect him and keep him here with her. She could not – would not let him die. Just this once Bonnie would not deny herself this happiness. Just this once she would be selfish and do whatever she could to prevent him from meeting his true death. Anxiety and desperation clawed at his skin to the point where she was dangling on the brink of insanity. She turned suddenly and faced the room that they shared many memorable, delicious moments and ran a hand through her tangled curls only for said hand to be stopped by a knot. She bunched her hair in her fist and rested it on her scalp, her mind racing thinking of something that she could do to change the future. Change the future she mumbled out loud but lowly to herself. She furrowed her brow and bit her lip and walked back to the stone railing of the balcony.
"Bonnie?"
Even when he woke up his sleepy, garbled voice was filled with love, lust and want. It turned her on to no end. Bonnie turned around and whipped her head so all of her hair fell over her shoulder. The moonlight from the balcony spilled into the room and onto the bed where he sat. Leaning forward with his hands braced on the edge of the bed, the moonlight caught his perfect features and magnified the cool blue gaze that held her in her place. It should be a crime to look so beautiful, to captive a woman's heart so. To cause time to stand still and envelope them in a space so sacred and so secret that not even the oldest magic could touch them. But that's the thing, the oldest magic was against a love like theirs. The very fabric that fate has woven for them was unwinding and the threads were now forming a new pattern. One that threatened to rip them apart.
Bonnie mentally shook the foreboding feeling away and licked her lips. She loosened the grip she had on the silk sheets that cocooned her body and as she walked towards him, the fabric slowly slid down. Each slow and graceful step revealed her fit and well toned body. From the mounds of her perfect perky breasts, to her softly defined six pack abs, her hips that will never bare children to her long legs. She stopped no less than a few inches in front of him and hissed when his strong, icy grip reached around her grabbed a handful of her round ass and pulled her closer to him. His lips met her stomach and planted soft kisses from her belly to the curves of her hips. His fingers kneaded her ass and her back as his tongue made a warm trail of circles from the inside of her thighs all the way to her slit. Bonnie moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. He pulled one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder and separated her folds with his tongue and placed a finger inside of her pulling it out and pushing it in slowly teasing her. Bonnie rolled her hips forward and cried out for more. The pressure building up inside of her as he continued to tease her, bringing her to the edge. Speeding up the thrusts of his finger and adding another digit and then another.
"Damon! Ohmigod! Ahhh!" She cried out in ecstasy. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, whimpering his name over and over she whined when he pulled back and looked up at her. His chin covered in her essence and he at her as he stood up and appeared behind her at vamp speed. Bonnie reached up behind her with both hands and brought his head down and kissed him feverishly, tasting herself on his lips. Damon placed a hand on her stomach and held her close as he bent down and entered her from behind. Bonnie spread her legs apart to allow him entrance and felt his knees hit behind hers causing her knees to buckle and felt as he began pumping slowly while they both stood. She felt his balls smack the under side of her ass while he continued pumping at a steady pace. The sound of his hips smacking against her ass and the juices flowing between her legs only intensified and aroused them both more.
"So f*cking wet Bonnie." He groaned in her ear. Sweat beads began forming between her back and his chest. Damon tweaked a chocolate nipple causing Bonnie to moan in pleasure and pain. She took his hand from her nipple and brought it down between her legs and moved it in a circular motion on her nub. Feeling his warm breath on her ear she turned her face towards him, her mouth formed an O. Sex filled the room and the temperature just sky rocketed as they pleased each other. Damon growled in her ear he felt her walls clench around him. Just as she came he licked the ticking vein in the crook of her neck and bit down filling his mouth with blood. When he had his fill, he licked the wounds. His saliva coagulating the wound shut.
"Dammit Damon give it to me how I like it" She purred coming off her high. Damon, never disengaging himself from her, pushed her onto the bed nudging her to get on all fours. He put a foot on the bed bracing himself and roughly thrust into her pussy and began pounding her harder and faster. Reaching around her he began fingering her nub. The pressure in Bonnie's lower stomach began building, both of their bodies now slicked in sweat. Panting harder and harder, Bonnie arched her back and pushed her ass out to allow Damon to fill her more with his length. Damon pushed down on her back and started to thrust longer and deeper. Her sighs, cries and moans along with his grunts, panting and smacking against her ass filling the air. Gripping the sheets Bonnie started speaking in tongues and in pure rapture she came. The juices running down her legs and coating Damon to the point that he thought he would slip out if he pulled back to far. A few seconds later Damon spilled his useless seed into her womb. His body jerking from the aftershocks.
Bonnie haphazardly collapsed on the bed, p*ssy throbbing from the beating it just received and humming in pure bliss. She hasn't had many sexual encounters but she was sure he ruined her. The woman was ab-so-f*cking-lute-ly sure that no one could f*ck her like he could. Moments like these she was glad for his experience with so many women as trifling as it sounded. The weight of the bed shifted when he fell onto it and pulled her into him. With one hand he held her so close that she thought they would become one and the same and with the other he pulled the covers over them. He kissed her in between her shoulder blades and mumbled what she knew immediately before the words tumbled from his lips.
"Love you too."
Tonight she would try to sleep. Tonight she would bask in the love that was Damon Salvatore. Tomorrow she would start being selfish and save them from their future.
Inspired by Alannis Morissete's song Uninvited. Everytime I listen to this song I think of Bamon and honestly this idea has been floating in my head for months. So i'm giving it a try. If you like it or if you don't let know me won't ya? Thx lovelies :)