A/N: Not for the faint of heart, or folks under the age of majority in their country/state/providence/whatever. Wrote this a few months back. Saved it and meant to publish it, forgot... it phased out. Had to reupload. Have to work in a few hours and I can't sleep. Enjoy.
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Chapter 6
Damon opened the door to Lily standing there, a wild need in her eyes as she seemed to grip the frame of his door for support. She whispered something, the words lost on her breath and missed by him as she pushed into his apartment. She spoke again, still too quiet to hear, but he could have sworn she asked for forgiveness.
"Lily?" he asked suddenly no longer caught under the haze of sleep. He recognized the look in her eye, having seen it in the reflection in the mirror in recent weeks. A mix of need and want, twisted and swirl with the animal side of connection.
"I know it's late," she replied as she proceeded forward toward him. Damon swallowed as she reached up and touched his face. She stood on her tippy toes, chin tilted back mouth slightly open as she brushed a kiss against the stubble along his chin.
Damon dipped his chin down, claiming her mouth with unbridled fervor. He held her face in his hands, controlled as she circled her hands around his waist. He kissed her slowly, savoring the taste and warmth. He knew he should break the kiss and pull away, but she felt so good in his arms. Her hands rest firmly against his lower back, her tiny hips pressed against his corded thighs. Without premeditation, his hands left her face running down the sides of her neck, over her shoulders and down to her elbows.
He hesitated, contemplating breaking her grip on him, before his hands rested on her small waist, bunching up the material of the tee shirt in his hand. Something bumped the side of his leg and opening one eye, he was startled to see they had made their way to his massive bed. His head screamed warning that was silenced by the slightest gasping breath he made as Lily nipped his bottom lip slightly with her teeth. She pressed her body against him eagerly until the ache was too much in him not to comply and fall back with her still firmly attached to him.
Damon's palms skimmed the soft flesh of her sides before completely disappearing under her shirt. Lily moaned softly as his big hands caressed her, her mouth still firmly working his. He tried to ignore the burgeoning pressure that refused to be contained by the thin cotton of his pajama pants, failing as she struggled to remain still and straddle his hips. He fought to contain the noises that seemed to rumble from an untapped source deep inside. He was close to the point of no return, he could feel it. They were toeing the line and would plunge soon if they didn't take a step back.
"Lily," he breathed in warning. She pulled her head back, the fire in her eyes reflected in his.
"Damon," she taunted in that same breathy way. She leaned back slightly, grinding her hips into his and stripped off her shirt, tossing it aside. She stared at him, challenging. He pressed his hips up at her and she tipped forward into him, his hands gripping her hips almost painfully. He claimed her mouth with his own, battled in a passionate dance.
He found himself pinning her to the bed, her wiggling out of the last scrap of cloth hiding her body from him. He hesitated only a moment before ridding himself of his pants. Like a divining rod to water, he found himself surrounded by her, filling her tiny body with his massive frame. Burned forever in his memory would be that first moment when they came together, the gasp of breath and the way her blue eyes dilated until there was just a ring around wide black pupils, joined with the bite of her nails in his broad shoulders. He hesitated a moment, allowing her body to acclimate but she wanted nothing to do with that, drawing her hips back slightly before moving them to meet his.
He closed his eyes, burying his face in her neck and arms wrapped around her as they plunged off the cliff of sanity, unable to do or think of anything but the motions and feelings, until they both trembled then quaked with a world-ending shatter. Throats hoarse, bodies drenched in sweat, they fell apart.
Damon felt boneless next to her, all of his energy sapped. It had been long enough since he'd been with a woman, even longer before he felt anything beyond carnal release. He wracked his brains to think of a time he'd ever felt so completely satiated and came up empty. He knew he needed to turn to her, to hold her or talk to her. He closed his eyes for a second, breathing deeply through his nose in hope of quelling his staccato heart and breathing. The sweet scent of woman and love assaulted him, rousing him to another go but he was spent completely and he couldn't find the energy to turn and look at her, much less tuck himself into her for round two.
