Hi guys. Here's a little sequel since so many of you wanted another chapter. Hope you and enjoy and I wish you all a safe and happy New Year.

Xoxo

Lenetra

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, but I own a resolution to update Sacrificial Love more frequently.

New Year's Eve-Damon's Bedroom

Bonnie awoke in her usual spot, cuddled next to the cool pillow that was the chest of Damon Salvatore. They hadn't slept apart since the night her father killed himself. Bonnie also hadn't had one nightmare since it happened. She finally felt safe and protected and it was all because of the vampire who had captured her heart and soul. Bonnie she watched her boyfriend sleep. He looked peaceful and innocent, two words that could never be used to describe him when he was awake. Bonnie closed her eyes as she used this rare, quiet moment to reflect on the last 6 months. After telling Damon the whole sordid truth about her abuse and his subsequent compulsion of Kevin to commit suicide, the two damaged souls had connected in a way that was so much more than attraction and caring. Love didn't even seem strong enough of a word to describe the palpable bond between the supreme Bennett witch and the ofttimes bi-polar eldest Salvatore vampire. Before Damon had broken the barriers around Bonnie's heart, before he had found out the reasons for her rigid withdrawal from others, she had thought that Stefan and Elena were the very definition of what soul-mates were. How wrong she was, Bonnie thought as the corners of her mouth turned slightly upward. Bonnie's life and very being was connected to Damon; even thinking of living without him was enough to make tears come to her eyes. Oh, he was still a smart ass who would sooner kill a human than save one and she was still a bit judgmental, but together they were the power couple of Mystic Falls, both literally and figuratively. Bonnie knew that the citizens felt that the two of them was like watching an intimate moment play out for the public. The protective way Damon held on to Bonnie, whether it be a hand, her waist or just a look. The way Bonnie was never more than 2 feet from Damon when they were in each others presence and the fact that there was a slight sadness in her eyes when they were not. Every look, every touch shared between the two made everyone aware that Bonnie BELONGED only with Damon and heaven help whoever tried to come between them, because their time on Earth would be limited.

Bonnie happily sighed as she reached her hand up to smooth back a lock of hair that had fallen in front of Damon's closed eyes. As she touched the silky midnight hair, a cool hand caught hers and brought it down to surprisingly warm lips. Bonnie's eyes closed as a shiver of pleasure coursed through her.

"Good morning, little witch," Damon said, eyes never opening. He had been awake the whole time, listening to her quiet, contented breathing. Knowing she was thinking and reflecting on the last 6 months. He had been doing his own meditating on their relationship. It had taken a while for Damon to start forgiving himself for Bonnie's pain. Even now there were times he felt so unworthy of the blossoming love she felt for him, but the beauty of his witch was that when he was feeling that way, she assured him that HE was the only one for her regardless of any flaws real or self-preceived. The last 6 months had been a test of Damon's resolve, listening at the the door of therapy appointments. Hearing Bonnie pour out memories that made Damon wish he could resurrect Kevin Bennett in order to kill him all over again. It would have been so much easier for him to shut off his emotions as he had done in the past when reality became too much for him; but he couldn't do that, he couldn't abandon Bonnie again. As difficult as it was for him to see Bonnie in pain, it was worth it when he saw her taking steps toward him. There was no denying it, although he had never said the words to her or anyone else other than himself, he loved, adored and worshiped Bonnie Kayla Bennett.

"Good morning to you," Bonnie said, reaching up to bring Damon's lips down to hers. The kiss quickly turned from chaste to a heated exchange to passion. Bonnie felt her desire flare in response to Damon's. She felt his hand gently move along her body, never taking what was not freely given. Damon slowly disentangled himself from Bonnie's arms and rose from the bed. Things between them were getting a little too hot (no pun intended). He didn't for one second want her to feel pressured to do anything that she wasn't completely ready for.

"I'm going to hit the shower," Damon said, looking back at Bonnie, who was admiring his perfect physique. Damon quirked his eyebrow at her, "Like what you see, little witch."

"Yes," Bonnie quietly responded, blushing to the roots of her hair.

"And here I was thinking that you were immune to my studliness. Another one succumbs to Damon-charm," Damon responded with a smirk.

Bonnie retaliated by throwing a pillow at Damon's disappearing backside. As she settled back down into the king sized bed, she started thinking about the upcoming year. She was looking forward to her future with Damon by her side, always. Even though she had yet to tell him, she had been thinking about what it was going to be like being vamp-witch. But before they could take that step, Bonnie had another step to take. One that she had been both dreading and anticipating. Damon had been so patient with her. They hadn't slept apart since that fateful night 6 months ago, but not once had Damon made her feel as though she had to sleep with him. She knew that he was holding back, she may have been inexperienced, but she recognized the look of lust in his eyes (and the impressive hard-on) when they were engaged in make out sessions, but whenever she pulled away or got apprehensive he would stop, no questions asked.

"I'm going to start this New Year off right" Bonnie thought to herself, as she got out of bed.

Damon heard the door open and figured Bonnie was up to brush her teeth and wash her face. Imagine his surprise when the glass door to the shower opened and a naked Bonnie climbed in.

"Good thing you're a vampire, otherwise all the water going into your mouth would drown you," Bonnie joked, tension in her body easing slightly.

Damon closed his mouth, spitting out the shower water. "Bonnie..."

Bonnie walked over and placed a finger to Damon's lips, "I know what I'm doing. As much as I loved the bracelet you gave me for Christmas, there's something I want even more. I want to make love with you. I want to give you what I haven't been able to give anyone else. I want to give you what's been yours since you made that deal with Emily. I love you, Damon and I trust you with you with my heart, my mind, and my body."

Damon bit his lips at her words. He could fight a war with himself, but he couldn't fight her. He gently lifted her up and pressed her against the steaming tiles of the shower, the bed might have been better, but there was no way he could make it back to the bedroom. Not with Bonnie kissing his chest and running her small, supple hands over his body.

Bonnie moaned as Damon started kissing her neck, sucking on her tender skin, setting fire to her blood. He left a trail of kisses down chest and moved over to take her right nipple into his mouth. As he was suckling her, his hand slowly slid down to the hidden treasure between her thighs. As he got his first touch of her heated desire, he could feel her slightly tense up.

"Hey, anything that makes you uncomfortable or if you want to stop, just say the word. We have all the time in the world for this," Damon said tilting her head up to look in his eyes.

"Okay. Keep touching me, it feels good," Bonnie whispered her desire returning.

"Does it now? Well I have something that's going to make you feel even better," Damon as he knelt down in front of her. Damon spread her legs a bit, and proceeded to flick her with his tongue.

"Oh God," Bonnie sighed, legs barely holding her up.

"Not God, little witch. Just Damon," he said as he continued tasting her. Not even her blood was as addictive as the pleasure flowing from Bonnie's sweet pussy. Damon could feel her walls clenching as his tongue invaded her, he knew she was minutes away from the first orgasm of her life and that thought urged him on.

The combination of Damon's tongue and the stinging water hitting her skin had made Bonnie a sensitized ball of energy. She could feel her heart jumping as her muscles clenched. She felt her body explode as she lost herself in the pleasure of her body.

Damon held her as he slid up her body. He lifted her and she obeyed his soft command to wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed the crook of her neck, fangs skimming her delicate skin. He lifted his head to look in her eyes. "Remember what I said. Anything that scares you or makes you remember, you say the word and I'll stop."

Damon placed himself at her weeping entrance. He slid the tip inside. Bonnie froze and a brief look of fear came over her face. Damon immediately began to pull out as Bonnie squeezed him with her legs.

"No," she said. "I'm back and I'm ready for you. Don't stop, I need you."

Damon nodded and surged into her. She fit him like hot, velvet glove. She was so tight and wet for him. He was gently pumping her, allowing her to adjust to him and keep up with his pace. Gradually their moans became more intense and their bodies more hot. Bonnie was the first to reach her peak again, cumming all over Damon's cock as she shrieked with pleasure. The sound of her scream was enough to send Damon over the edge, screaming her name in ecstasy.

The water had turned lukewarm by the time they slid down to sit on the shower floor. "That was incredible," Bonnie said, still in a state of wonder.

"I am a sex-god, did you expect anything else?" Damon said, glad he didn't have breath to catch.

"Just as long as you're MY sex-god, from now on," Bonnie answered.

"Feeling a bit possessive, are we? There's no need, I finally found someone who's my equal. You are a witchy sex-goddess. I'm glad I'm already dead, otherwise you would kill me."

Damon finally got up with Bonnie in his arms and ran her back to the bed. After depositing her in the middle of the bed, Damon fell in beside her. Bonnie snuggled against him.

They lay in total silence, basking in the new level of intimacy in their relationship. Damon was quiet for so long, Bonnie thought he had fallen to sleep when suddenly he said:

"Marry me tomorrow."

Bonnie looked up at him in total shock. Staring in his eyes she saw nothing but sincerity, devotion, and the word he couldn't say aloud: love. She also saw a hint of fear that she would reject him. As if she would ever do that to him.

"Yes, but can I please have at least a month to plan our wedding," she said.

Damon smiled and reached in the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a baby-blue box that could only have come from one store. He opened it to reveal a 4 carat lapis luzili surrounded by at least 2 carats of flawless diamonds. He took it out and slid it onto her ring finger.

"It's beautiful, Damon. I love you so much," Bonnie said as she threw her arms around him.

"You have until Valentine's Day to plan whatever torture you have for me," Damon said.

"Happy New Year, Damon," Bonnie whispered in his ear.

"Happy New Year, Bonnie. Ti amo con tutta l'anima ("I love you with all my heart" in Italian)