Chapter 4

I woke up to the sound of running water. I yawned, stretched my arms above my head, and sat up. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. As soon as my feet hit the floor, a burning ache woke up from between my thighs. I winced at the pain and leaned against the bed for support. My memories of my earlier activities came racing back. Oh God, what was I thinking? I slept with my best friend's boyfriend. Oh God, I slept with Damon Salvatore! "Oh God" I whispered to myself.

"Already regretting me?" I whipped my head around toward the sound of his voice.

"I don't regret you Damon." No sooner than it left my mouth he was standing in front of me. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, smacked me on my bare ass, and marched toward the bathroom.

I giggled as he sat me down in the hot bubble bath. The smell of Lavender and Chamomile tickled my nose. The lights were dim. Candles were burning atop the counter and tub. And soft music was playing caressed my eardrums. I was dumbstruck! I leaned back, and he kneeled down next the tub and began washing me. When he was finished, he tilted my chin upward and kissed me hungrily. He stood me up, wrapped me in a fluffy white towel, and carried me to my room bridal style.

"Get dressed! I have something to show you." He said before he left the room. I closed the door gently then smacked myself on the forehead with the heel of my hand. "What the hell are you doing? I thought to myself.

I threw on a flowy black mini dress decorated with tiny pink flowers, black strappy sandals, and small gold hoops before I made my way down stairs. Damon greeted me at the bottom of the stairs with a single red rose, and a quick peck to my lips. He grabbed my hand and dragged me thru the living room and out of the back door to the patio where he had dinner waiting. We ate, talked about our childhoods, and watched the sunset. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was absolutely stunning, and his eyes seemed to hypnotize me.

He stood up, offered me his hand, and asked me to dance with him. "But there's no music." I told him. "We don't need music. We make our own" Was his response. I melted into his arms. He swung me around so that my back was up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, and we swayed side to side. I leaned my head back so that it rested on his chest, and he inhaled the scent of my hair. He moved his right arm upward until it circled around my shoulders while his left hand started roaming. He caressed my belly then worked his way up to my breast. When he ran his thumb across my nipple, he moaned. We continued to sway, and his hand continued to roam. He cupped my crotch and my whole body went stiff. "Damon I…"

He interrupted me, "I know, you're sore, I can wait until you heal before I violate you again."

"Thank you."

"But don't keep me waiting long. I'm already hooked on this tight little twat of yours."

Later that evening during our first movie, I told him "Thank You Damon. I had a wonderful time today. You made me feel real special.

He leaned over until his face was inches from mine and whispered, "I'm gonna make you love me."

I busted out laughing. "Okay no more Purple Rain for you!" I went to sleep in his arms that night.

The next couple of days were routine except we talked during breakfast, meditated together, ate dinner outside while the sun set, and we went to sleep in each other's arms.

On day 201 I heard her singing in the shower. She sounded like an Angel, and I had to have her again. I undressed, and opened the door quietly. When I pulled the shower curtain back, she screamed.

"Fuck Damon you scared the crap out of me."

I step in the shower behind her and washed her hair. I kissed her behind her ear then whispered, "Place your palms on the wall and spread your legs for me!" When she did, I reached down between her legs and slid my middle finger in and out of her a few times to make sure she was ready for me. And when I gently thrust myself inside of her, she didn't scream or cry. She just let out a loud moan, balled her fist up, and took it. She felt like heaven, and I knew there was no way I would ever let her go. We spent the rest of the day practicing spells she knew, and looking thru her Grams grimoire for ways to escape 1994.

On day 246 she came running into the kitchen while I was cooking breakfast announcing she found a way for us to go home.

"According to Grams grimoire, Bennett Witches have the power to travel thru dimensions. We just have to harness the power of a major celestial event, and recite the spell."

"Well that's good for you Bon-Bon, but that doesn't explain how I would get back."

She bit her bottom lip, and started fidgeting with her hands. "Well…" she said softly. "All we have to do is become one."

"Is that your slick way of asking for my hand in marriage Judgey?"

"I'm not talking about marriage Damon. I'm talking about a blood bond."

I raised a brow, shut off the stove, and turned to face her. "Do you know what a blood bond is? Do you know what all is involved in a blood bond?"

"Not exactly, but I'm sure you're going to enlighten me."

"A blood bond is like a marriage of sorts. It's like two souls becoming one. If you die, I die and If I die, you die. It's permanent, and there is no way to undo it. You will have to drink my blood while I'm drinking yours. We'll have to do this for several consecutive days until we are bonded. We will belong to each other in every way. Is that something that you can live with?"

She gulped, and asked. "What about Elena?"

"What about Elena?" I spat back.

"She's my best friend, and the love of your life."

I grabbed her hands. "Look, I never said it would be easy. I'll deal with Elena."

"I'm willing if you are?" she replied.

"I'm willing under one condition. You have to let me mark you."

"Mark me? Mark me how? Why?"

"I'm a very passionate man, but above that, I'm a Vampire. We are naturally possessive. I don't like to share. I love hard, and a demand loyalty. My mark on you would let all super naturals know you belong to me."

She let out a heavy sigh and said, "Where would this mark be?"

"Anywhere you want it. But I'm very fond of your lower back."

She didn't say anything, she simply nodded.

Day 248 was our third day of blood sharing. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room with her straddling my lap. We usually did our exchange on the bed, and it usually led to sex. She started grinding on my lap half way thru the exchange. When we were done, she slid down my body like a snake until she was kneeling between my legs. She released my member from the confines of my pants, and took it into her mouth. She licked from my balls all the way to the tip. She slurped, and licked, and sucked, and jacked me off into her mouth until I exploded. She swallowed every last drop like a pro. I was speechless.

"Holy fuck Bonnie… Where did you learn how to do that?"

"I told you. Jeremy and I have had certain types of sex."

I zipped my pants back up, and frowned at her. "You're disgusting!"

She stood up, put her hands on her hips, and yelled out. "You didn't care about whose dick had been in my mouth when you were fucking me all over this house at least twice a day!"

I saw red. And no sooner than those words left her mouth, I had her by the throat and slammed up against the wall.

I growled out, "first of all don't ever speak to me about what you and another man have done again. And just so you know, I have never fucked you yet. Because when I do you will be screaming for me to stop! And if you ever let him touch you again, I'll rip his heart out!" I sped out of the house to cool off.

A/N: uh oh. can Bon-Bon honestly handle Damon's temper?