A/N: I'm so glad everyone's enjoying this story :D. And I'm especially tickled that you love Syn, especially since I know most of you weren't all that into the idea of Damon with an OC. Regarding the previous chapter, I'm sorry I ended it where I did but it was really late, I had been writing for most of the day and I felt I was too tired to really do the scene justice. So, I preferred to end it and post what I had, since it seemed long enough. And someone asked who I see portraying Syn and Lucifer. Regarding Luke, I'm not really sure yet, but for Syn I'll put a few links in my profile to give you a better idea of how I envision her. Again, thank you all SOOOO much and now, on with the show :D...
Damon groaned, his hands spearing through her silky hair, holding her still as he devoured her. His tongue demanded entry into the warm cavern of her mouth and she gladly obeyed, parting her lips. She tasted of whisky and passion, of power and dark desire, and he knew it was a taste he could easily become addicted to. He tasted wild and untamed, of the sun and the moon, of storms and hidden passions just begging to be released and she knew she would never get enough of him. Now she understood how her parents had been together for so long.
It was not a gentle kiss. It was brutal with all the pent-up lust and desire they both felt for each other. It was an explosion of sensation, driving their passion higher and higher to the point where they needed to touch each other or they would cease to exist. Tongues clashed, teeth knocked against each other, but they didn't care. It was what they both needed.
Syn tore at his shirt, ripping it open, struggling to get it off him. He was too busy touching her, feeling her silky skin, weighing her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her exquisitely responsive nipples to help her.
"Fuck," he whispered, as his thumb brushed over something metallic. "What the hell?" He grabbed hold of her top and tore it down the center, ripping it off her in one smooth motion, baring her to his hungry gaze. Lush breasts stood high on her body, dusky nipples puckered begging for his touch, one of which sported a ring that gleamed in the firelight. "Fucking hell, that is so hot," he breathed as he tugged on the ring, making Syn gasp and arch her back.
Her skin gleamed golden in the firelight and Damon touched her gently, smoothing his hands over reverently. He banded one arm around her back, pulling her towards him so she arched backwards, her breasts pointing upwards, like an offering. He swooped down and gently tongued a nipple, drawing another moan from her lips. "Please, more," she whispered, when he continued to lave her nipples. At her plea, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down gently. He was trying so hard to keep himself leashed. To keep himself in check so he wouldn't do anything stupid and hurt her. It didn't help that she was squirming in his arms and every movement caused her hip to brush against his cock, reminding him of the constricting denim prison he couldn't wait to be rid of.
"Yes," she hissed. "Harder." And he bit down, pulling a scream from her at the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. If her hands hadn't lodged themselves in his hair and pulled his head down, keeping him there, he would have thought he had hurt her. He repeated the gesture on her other nipple and Syn reached out desperately, needing to feel his skin under her fingertips, wanting to know if she affected him the way he affected her.
"Shirt off. Need to feel you," she almost snarled and felt him shudder under her touch. He took a step back and had his shirt off in milliseconds. He swore he'd never moved that fast in his undead life but he just needed to touch her.
Syn held a hand up, stopping him from advancing. She sucked a harsh breath in, trying to control herself. Her gaze took in his sculpted chest and his pale skin that gleamed in the firelight. Her nostrils flared, the urge to use her tongue to follow the trail of hair leading into his jeans almost too great to control. He was magnificent, standing tall and proud before her. "You're beautiful," she whispered softly, meaning every word.
Damon laughed, a humorless sound leaving his lips as his eyes darkened with anger and pain. "I'm not beautiful, Syn. I'm ugly. I'm a monster. I destroy everything I touch. I'm a self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities. I -,"
Syn lifted a finger and gently placed it against his lips. "Shhh," she whispered. "You are beautiful, Damon, both inside and out," she said with conviction as she lay a hand over his heart. His pain made her ache. It broke her heart. It made her want to rip out the throats of those who had hurt this amazing man. "You are no monster. I have known monsters and you are not it by a long shot. And I happen to like the psychopath in you but you have plenty of redeeming qualities."
"No, I don't," he denied softly.
"You do and I would love nothing more than to point them out to you, but I have a big problem," she said with a sultry smile.
Damon swallowed hard. She was blind. She didn't know him but for this one moment in time, he'd allow himself to believe. To believe that someone saw him as more than a monster. "What?" he asked softly.
"I need your cock inside me so desperately that I'm going to explode if you don't fuck me right now." Damon was already moving, pulling her against him, the soft moment over as the liquid fire of lust exploded in his veins again. Skin to skin, it was like having an electric current running through them.
Syn licked and nibbled down his neck, biting hard on his carotid artery, making Damon gasp. "Shit," he moaned. She continued to nibble and lick his skin, making him tremble with need, so much so that he hand't noticed she had been backing him up towards the fireplace.
With a wave of her hand, Syn manifested a large, black fur. Another wave of her hand and they were both naked. She pushed Damon down to his knees. "Lie down, let me touch you. Let me show you how beautiful you are," she said softly, her hand smoothing his hair away from his face as he stared up at her.
Damon groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly and resting his head on her stomach. "Woman, you are blind," he mumbled but he couldn't help the warm feeling suffusing his body. "You're the beautiful one. But I'm not complaining," he whispered. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up from it.
Syn lowered herself to her knees in front of him and pushed him backwards gently. He followed her lead and lay down. She sat back and looked at him. He was exquisite, she decided, as her gaze ran over his pale skin that was in stark contrast to the silky fur beneath them. She followed that trail of hair she had found so fascinating with a single finger, until she reached his erection, which she could now study at her leisure.
He was beautiful and big. She actually blinked in surprise. She had been expecting him to be well-endowed. After all, she had been in his head and she had ogled him plenty of times, but it seemed they both underestimated him. He rock hard, with engorged veins running up his shaft to the dark red head, which was weeping with precum. He was slightly curved and Syn began to tremble at the thought of that amazing hard on driving into her.
Syn's mouth started to water as she studied him, so she dipped down and quickly licked up a drop of pearly fluid. Damon gasped, his fingers curling into the fur. She moaned at the taste of him. It was wild, primal and so very Damon it made her shudder.
She turned slightly, so she could lean over him, softly kissing his lips. When he tried to deepen the kiss, she moved away, kissing down his neck, over his chest, her silky hair trailing over his skin. With her lips and tongue she coaxed his nipples to pucker for her and gently bit down on them.
Damon arched his back, his body and senses being assaulted. He was going to overload and short circuit any moment now. Her teeth, her hot little tongue, the light touch of her silky hair were all driving him way past the point of sanity. He wanted to bury his hands in her hair, drag her up and kiss the living daylights out of her. He wanted to wind her hair around his hand and pound into her body until they were both screaming. But he had to be gentle, so he sank his hands into the fur, curling them even tighter.
Syn felt him tense beneath her but after thousands of years of reading her enemies, learning to predict their next moves, she knew Damon was trying to restrain himself. She could feel the rigid control he was exerting over himself and she didn't like it. She licked down his stomach, following that trail of hair she had found so fascinating earlier. His breaths were coming out as pants but other than that, he didn't make a noise. Didn't move, didn't even twitch.
She blew across the head of his cock and he gritted his teeth. She licked him and he hissed. She sucked him into her the hot recesses of her mouth and he let out a keening sound that made her desperate to feel his touch, to feel him pounding inside her as he played with her clit. She trembled. Yet Damon was still rigid, still unmoving. "You know, you can let go, Damon. I won't break," she said to him. He just shook his head and she growled.
Damon trembled. His whole body was on fire. This woman was sending him over the edge and if he lost it, he'd tear into her, rip her apart his need was so great. He wanted to hold her down while he rammed into her with all his strength and speed. He wanted to sink his fangs into every bit of exposed flesh, leaving his mark on her. He wanted to watch her come from his bite alone. Fuck, how could one woman make him so fucking insane? She was driving him up the wall! And he was afraid she'd never survive him.
Syn's nostrils flared angrily as she watched the play of emotions on Damon's face. She didn't even have to delve into his mind to know what he was thinking. He wanted to take her, he wanted to dominate her, as his nature demanded but he was afraid. He was so convinced he was a monster and that he'd hurt her, he was afraid to let go. She was going to kill Elena and Stefan, after she tortured them for a long while.
She sighed. It would take time for him to learn to trust himself. For tonight, she'd let it go, though. But not for long, she thought, as a plan was already hatching in her wicked, wicked mind. She returned her attention to his cock, bending over, swirling her tongue over the head, slowly sucking him back into her mouth. His hips started to pump involuntarily as he groaned, his eyes tightly shut.
"Look at me baby," she whispered. She loved seeing his eyes. They were so beautiful, so expressive.
Damon's eyes flew open and the sight of his cock disappearing between those luscious lips was almost his undoing. Fuck, but this woman was out of this world. "I need you," he rasped. "I need inside you."
Her quick intake of breath assured him she wanted the same thing. "Then take me," she said softly. Damn woman was goading him but he refused to hurt her. So, he sat up, picked her up gently and positioned her so she was sitting astride him. He lay back down and looked up at her.
"Ride me baby," he said hoarsely.
Syn looked down at him and her heart softened. She knew what it must cost him to keep himself under control, to submit. He was a natural dominant, both as a man and a vampire and it warmed her heart that he cared so much about her safety that he'd go against his very own nature. Didn't mean she didn't want to torture the people who had convinced him he was a monster.
She took hold of his erection, positioned herself and slammed herself down on him. They both screamed in ecstasy. Fuck, he felt good. So big, almost tearing her in two, so good, so deep.
"Fuck, baby, you're so tight, so hot, so good," he moaned, his head spinning as her channel rhythmically pulsed on his cock.
She started to ride him. Slowly at first but soon she was slamming herself down as hard as she could, moaning in ecstasy, her head thrown back, her body quivering and trembling. She felt Damon's hips join in her frenzied rhythm and she smiled but moments later cried out when he grabbed of her hips with almost bruising force and started to pound into her. She could feel it, she was close, so close to falling over the edge.
"Damon!" she cried. "Your cock feels so good inside me. Fuck, don't stop, please…" she trailed off.
Damon looked up at her, wanting to tell her that he'd never stop. That he'd always be hers. But he couldn't. So, he watched her, his gaze caressing her body, in an attempt to memorize this moment. To remember the moment when someone as amazing and wonderful as her had wanted him. Soon, though, all logical thought left him as he approached that precipice, the one who's edge he didn't yet want to plunge over. But he had little choice in the matter, other than to make sure they came together.
He delved into her heat, finding her clit hot and pulsing begging for his touch. He pressed softly against it and she moaned, arching her back. One, two, three more thrusts and she was shattering around him, screaming his name as she came. Her muscles clamped down so hard on him that he literally saw stars and he experienced one of the most powerful climaxes of his life as his seed shot out of him like liquid fire.
She fell forward, on to his chest, curling her body around him. He couldn't move. He simply stared at the ceiling, unmoving. He didn't know if it was the shock of the time spent with her or the fact that he was completely and totally drained but he couldn't move a muscle. His eyelids drooped and he gave up trying to keep them open. A few moments later, her heat disappeared but was replaced with a sheet, and he could feel the smoothness of his sheets replace the fur from before. His head was cushioned agasint something soft, so he turned his head and nuzzled into it when he realized it was Syn's chest.
She trailed a hand through his hair and he just lay there, like deadweight. It must have been ten minutes later, when he heard her soft voice. "Damon? You awake?" she asked. And even though he was, he didn't want to ruin the magic of the moment, didn't want her leaving him. So, he kept quiet, his breathing even, his eyes closed.
"Oh, Damon, if you only knew how much you mean to me, how much I care about you. Me. The woman who has scoffed love for so long, my parents were convinced they'd have to have another child to continue the line," she spoke softly. So softly that even with his vampire hearing he was having a hard time hearing her. "And then I met you and turned my world inside out in three days. I got to know you through Elena's memories and I fell in love with you. I fell in love with all of you, the good, the bad and the ugly. Maybe someday… Maybe someday I'll tell you how I feel when you no longer look at Elena as if she's your sun and moon. But in the meantime, I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Good night Damon. Sweet dreams."
It took all the control Damon had learned in over 150 years as a vampire not to betray the fact that he was awake. Part of him wanted to jump up, hug her and tell her that he wanted to be with her. Another part of him, though, held back, reminding him that he didn't have a good track record when it came to feelings. And then there was Elena, the girl he loved but could never have.
Damon drifted into a deep sleep, his thoughts on the girl he loved and the woman who loved him. He didn't question why he turned and wrapped an arm around Syn's waist, holding her tight to him, before he allowed himself to drift off. He didn't wonder why he smiled when he felt her soft hand run through his hair. And he certainly didn't ask why Elena's sad face morphed into Syn's laughing visage in his dreams.