This chapter is a little bit of a filler, but there are BIG developments here that will have a dramatic affect on Veena in future parts of this story.
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Damon's POV
The intoxicating taste of Veena's blood still lingers in Damon's mouth. She left the house in a rush just a few minutes ago, but he can still taste her, and God, she tastes good. He's been cursing himself in his head for being such a fucking idiot. He never should have let himself taste her blood. He was surely going to become obsessed with her now.
You already are obsessed with her, a voice in the back of his head whispers.
He snarls to himself, swatting a nearby lamp off of the nightstand it previously rested on. It flies against the wall and the light bulb shatters loudly. The sound is satisfying, but it isn't enough to keep him satisfied. Feeling the need to be destructive only grow stronger, he grasps a vase in his hand, swings his arm back with the intent to throw it, but stops short.
Had Veena been moaning?
The thought drives him crazy with desire and has him questioning whether or not he had imagined her sounds.
No sane human person would enjoy being fed on…but Veena isn't human. She's a succubus. She's a crazy, sex driven, certainly not human succubus.
Suddenly, he is rushing to the Gilbert home, intent on getting answers to the many questions that are racing through his mind.
Damon comes to a stop in the front yard, glances up to Veena's window, which fills with light a second later. He listens in on the sounds inside of the house. Gunshots and explosions signal that Jeremy is in his room, playing whatever video game is in these days. Gentle murmuring and laughter makes him aware of Jenna and Elena's presence inside the house. Another few seconds of listening reveals the sound of Veena's heart, fluttering faster than usual.
A few lithe movements propel Damon inside Veena's bedroom through the window. As if sensing his presence, she whirls around suddenly, letting out a gasp of surprise.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Veena asks furiously, pinning him with the stare that he knows frightens most people.
"Sorry," Damon comments dryly, feeling his own frustration with his confusion rise. "I forgot to call ahead and make a reservation."
"You can't be in here." She tells him bitterly.
What does she have to be upset over?
"You enjoyed it." He states, stalking closer to her. She holds her ground, but he sees a faint blush rise on her cheeks. "You enjoyed having my fangs in your skin." She takes in a deep breath of air and he can feel her preparing to be stubborn. "It felt good. Admit it." He demands, eyes flaring with an intimidating intensity.
"What the fuck do you know, Damon?" She challenges, stepping closer to him. The anger radiating off of her is obvious now, with her less than four inches away from him. "You think because you're old as shit, you know everything?"
For a moment, he considers the possibility that his hunch was wrong, but then he remembers the sounds she made as he fed on her. He sees it in her eyes, the defense mode she's gone into, and he knows he isn't wrong about this.
With a renewed sense of assurance, he backs Veena into the wall. Her breath catches as he leans in close to the side of her neck, exhaling against her skin. "You liked it." He says into her ear, tucking her hair out of the way so she won't miss a single word. "I bet if I did it again, I could have you squirming and writhing in seconds with how much you would like it." He lets the tip of his fingers stroke down the column of her throat. Her pulse begins to thrum quicker beneath his touch and he dips his head back down to her neck. Shaky breaths leave her body when his lips make contact with her sensitive skin, leaving firm kisses on the surface. Experimentally, he scrapes his blunt human teeth down the side of her neck. As expected, she moans.
God, he wants her so bad.
When Damon lifts his head to look at her, the temptation is almost too much to handle. Her eyes are closed and her chest rises and falls with her breaths. Really, he doesn't know how he continues to resist her every damn day.
Unexpectedly, he finds himself stumbling backward, only to realize she pushed him away from her.
Veena's eyes have been completely drained of all color and light. Blackness consumes every surface of her eyes. She looks caught off guard, angered by her own body's reactions to Damon. Eventually, the black slowly fades from her eyes, bringing back the brown irises he's come to know. "Don't do that." She demands, anger being quickly replaced by surprise and uneasiness.
"Why not?" He inquires, noticing the way she glances everywhere around the room rapidly, as if trying to find an escape route. He steps closer to her again, intent on getting her to admit she enjoyed being bitten. He had to know that he wasn't the only one between them who actually liked being fed on by the other.
As Damon gets closer to her, strange feelings settle into his chest, feelings that are not his own. He feels the shock that is so clearly being shown on Veena's face, along with something that reminds him of the scattered feeling of butterflies in his stomach. It reminds him of the icy rush that he felt when he was around Katherine when he was still human. He definitely feels anxious and unsettled, but where were these feelings coming from?
His feet abruptly stop moving as these feelings all hit him like a freight train, sudden and fast, leaving him a couple of feet away from Veena, who looks just as confused as he feels. She clutches at her chest, just over where her heart rests, confusion turning into panic. "What the fuck?!" She entreats, inhaling and exhaling too fast for Damon's comfort. She may be a supernatural being, but he still worries that she'll hyperventilate if she continues on like this. Her eyes flick up to his and she takes in a sharp, quick breath. Knowing what she's planning on doing next, he flits over to her, clamping his hand down over her mouth.
"If you scream, everyone in this house will hear you." He feels a spike of wariness in his chest that he knows belongs to her. If he had a family as nosy as hers, he'd be wary, too. "Do you want that?" He already knows her answer, but he asks anyway. She shakes her head softly and he removes his hand from her mouth.
"How the hell is this happening?" Her anxiety grows even stronger and Damon remains calm on the outside, even though he's freaking the hell out on the inside.
"You need to breathe slower." He warns, raising his eyebrows in a way that communicates he's serious. "You'll hyperventilate if you don't." Somehow, through her panic, she's able to take a few deep breaths. He knows she realizes he's right about this. Of course he is. He's always right. He gives her another minute before speaking again. "I'm going to try something." He tells her, slowly moving toward her again. When she doesn't fight him, he takes the last few steps until he's a mere few inches away from her. "Do you trust me?" A warmth spreads through his chest as she nods and he knows she's being honest. They had to trust each other, what with their little deal, and he'd like to pretend he didn't feel her sincerity.
Damon wonders how intense they are feeling each other's emotions. He's not sure if the high level of distress is coming from him or Veena at this point.
As he reaches his hand out to grasp her arm, he hears her heartbeat speed up, feels it in the pulse of her wrist, but it's not the only thing he notices. The contact makes her nervous, excited. He'd always known her heart tends to beat fast when their skin touches each other's, but he'd never known how it influenced her emotions. Is this how she felt every time he touched her?
His fingers trail up her arm, making the thin hairs on her skin stand at attention. He keeps moving his hand up and across her collarbone, making her heart flutter even faster. In his chest he feels her nervousness rising and…was that vulnerability? She felt vulnerable—and insecure? Damon understood insecurity. Hell, he'd felt insecurity plenty of times in his long life time, but he never would have thought Veena had issues with it.
Leisurely, he moves his hand down to rest over her fast-beating heart, causing her to inhale sharply. She feels everything more intensely with that one motion that it almost throws Damon off.
He looks at her quizzically, not understanding why she feels this way when he does these things. He hasn't done anything to deserve her adoration, nor her trust, or even her cooperation, but he can't deny it when he's literally feeling everything she is.
The fact that she can also feel everything he's feeling makes him start to formulate a way to pass all of this off as simple lust, but she must know better already, because she throws her arms around his neck and kisses him hungrily.
Shock holds him still for a few seconds, because this kiss is different than the others they have shared. This time, their kiss means something more than fulfilling Veena's need to feed. In fact, she doesn't feed at all. She just kisses him.
Damon can feel nervousness begin to rise in her just before she pulls away from him sharply, taking a few steps back.
"I'm sorry," she blurts out, "oh, God—I shouldn't have—"
He takes her in his arms and presses his mouth back to hers. Relief floods through the both of them when their lips meet again. She wants this just as much as he does. For so long Damon loved Katherine, selfish Katherine, who only took and never gave, never wanted him like he wanted her.
Now, Damon knows Veena wants him like he wants her. He's never been so sure of someone else's feelings about him.
Veena's POV
It feels so good to kiss Damon without any excuses. I don't need to feed, I just kiss him. God, it's so good to just kiss him. I've never let myself be so careless before, but there's no looming threat of consequences hanging over my head, because none of it matters right now. The only thing that matters is Damon, here with me, kissing me, feeling everything I thought I only felt between the two of us.
The sensation of Damon's hands grazing over my skin could lead me to believe I was being set on fire if I didn't know better. As he moves his hands down my arms and to my waist, he brushes his mouth over my neck, right over my pulse. Every part of me becomes more sensitive as he devours me, lips on my neck, hands pulling my shirt above my head. He breaks away from me to toss the material to the ground. His hands lift me up, pulling my legs around his waist and I take the initiative to wrap my arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before my back hits the soft blanket on my bed.
I watch as he quickly pulls his shirt off of his torso. He stands there for a few seconds and I grow confused. Has he changed his mind? Does he not want this anymore? The questions are short-lived when I remember we can feel each other's emotions, and I'm reassured he wants this. His eyes meet mine and I raise an eyebrow. Just as I'm about to ask why he's just standing there, he speaks.
"You look so hot like this." He breathes out, his voice husky and deep. "I had to memorize every detail; who knows when I'll get to see you like this again after tonight?"
Confidence surges through me from his words. "And you haven't even taken my bra off yet." I tease, raising my eyebrows up and down playfully.
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My eyes catch a glimpse of the smirk that spreads across his lips before he's hovering over me, his knees placed on either side of my hips. "Well, let's remedy that situation." His hands dart under my back and I feel him undo the clasp to my bra, which is soon off of my body and on the floor. Damon wraps his mouth around one of my nipples while he works on unbuttoning my jeans. Once they are gone, I move to unbutton his pants, but he catches my arm and tosses it back down onto the bed. "All in good time," he says, "but right now, I'm going to make you lose your mind."
Heat swells in my body, making my heart pump faster. I consider being stubborn in my efforts to get those damn pants off of his body, but anticipation and arousal are really loud in my mind and I find I'm really okay with seeing what he's going to do.
My underwear gets pulled off of my body, but Damon takes his sweet ass time doing it. Soon enough, though, I'm completely naked as I lay on my bed, completely open to his actions. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this." He murmurs, leaning down to press kisses to my stomach, moving down toward my core with each one. Just when I think his lips will meet my center, he moves his lips to my inner thigh, and while it feels heavenly, I'm getting impatient. Another minute passes and I begin to squirm slightly, having half the mind to grab him by his hair and direct him to where I need him.
Before I can carry out the motions, Damon clamps his mouth over my clit and sucks roughly, causing me to slap a hand over my mouth to cover the loud moan that is escaping me. He lifts his head to look at me, giving me a stern look. "Unless you want Jenna, or even worse, Elena to find you like this—"
"I'll be quiet." I promise, just wanting him to continue. Thankfully, he does just that. He trails his tongue down to my entrance and thrusts it inside of me. I try to stay absolutely silent, but tiny gasps and pleasurable sighs leave me. When Damon returns his tongue to my clit and hums as he massages it, I nearly lose my composure.
While focusing his tongue's attention to my clit, I feel him push a single finger inside me. He begins to wiggle it around, curling and thrusting. My hands grasp the blanket beneath my body, holding on as Damon's finger comes into contact with the most sensitive spot inside of me. My hand shoots out and grabs one of my pillows, pulling it over my face to muffle my moans. He continues to massage my clit with his tongue and rub his finger inside me, building in speed as he goes. I'm building to that sweet release and Damon's pushing me closer with every movement. Just when I think he can't go any faster, he does. After a few more seconds of this nearly unbearable pleasure, I fall over the edge.
I take a few moments to regain myself from what was one of the best experiences I've ever had, and we're not even done yet. "Oh, my god…" I exhale, letting my eyes fall shut for just a little while.
"Mmm, I know." Damon replies, kissing his way back up my body. Before he can get too far, my hands rush down to unbutton his pants. "Someone's eager." He comments with a satisfied smirk, relenting to my wishes. He sits up and lets me pull the pants down his legs. Before I can get to his underwear, I find myself flat on the bed again and Damon's underwear not on his body anymore.
Oh.
He crawls back over me, lowering himself to my entrance. He gives me a wary glance, raising an eyebrow, to which I quickly nod. How could he not know how bad I want him right now?
Having the reassurance he needed, he pushes forward and I gasp at how wonderful it feels. If his groan is anything to go by, he agrees with how I'm feeling at this moment. His name falls from my lips and his eyes are locked with mine.
I search for how he's feeling inside of me, but it seems whatever affect was on the both of us has vanished. It leaves me feeling confused again. I don't get to think about this much, however, because Damon starts moving, sending fire through my veins once again.
My hands wrap around his biceps, feeling the muscles underneath his skin flex with each new movement he makes. He keeps moving at the same pace for far too long. I roll my hips up to signal I want him to pick up his speed. He chuckles and growls lowly in the back of his throat as he speeds up.
Noticing that the noises I'm making are becoming a little too loud for comfort, I try to keep the sounds quieter and minimal, which yields little success, but I'll take what I can get.
"I wish you didn't have to stay quiet. I would make you scream my name if I had the chance." Damon mutters into my ear, making me want to shiver in sheer delight.
"I'm having a hard time not screaming as it is." I breathe deeply, reaching behind me to grasp onto my comforter. My head lolls to the side, and as soon as the space opens up, Damon's lips latch onto my neck yet again.
"This is nothing compared to what I could be making you feel right now." He says against my skin. "Can't wait to take you to the boarding house and send Stefan away so you can make all the noise you want."
All this talk of noise is making me far more sensitive than my pride feels I should be. Damon's thrusting is proving to be more than satisfying. It takes him only a few more thrusts to push me over the edge again. He follows after a few more seconds, groaning into my skin.
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Suddenly, despite feeling so very alive, my eyelids grow heavy. I'm absolutely spent.
"You should sleep." Damon comments, noticing my exhaustion. He sits up and begins putting his clothes back on. "Don't want to be late for school, where you'll learn many useful and important things to help you survive in this day and age."
"Don't need to sleep." I pull my shirt back onto my body, followed by my underwear and pajama shorts.
He scoffs. "Please. You can barely sit up straight." He stands up from my bed, fully clothed, and pulls the blankets down from the corner of the bed. "Come on, in you go."
No longer having the energy to fight him, I crawl under the covers and rest my head on my pillow. He brings the blankets back up, letting them fall over my body. Behind my closed eyelids I notice the lights go off. My mind begins to fade into unconsciousness, making my thoughts slowly diminish, as well as my awareness. Before I completely surrender to sleep, I feel fingertips brush my hair behind my ear, lingering for a few seconds.
"Goodnight, Veena."
Thank you so much for reading and putting up with my slow updates. I really appreciate those of you who continue to read and review. I also appreciate everyone who ever took a look at this story. You guys are great.
So, Veena and Damon did the nasty. Some of you might be thinking it's about time, and others of you might be thinking it's way too soon for them. I realize this might seem very rushed, but they needed to do the do at this specific point in the story for the plot to work the way I want it to.
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