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Bonnie woke up the next morning to find herself still in Damon's bed. She was partially draped over his big body with her breasts pressed against his chest and her right leg thrown over his hips. She was naked and strangely enough that didn't embarrass her. In fact, everything that happened last night didn't leave her feeling embarrassed or even ashamed.

Bonnie didn't know why she felt so free and comfortable being with Damon like this. She looked up at his sleeping face and marveled at his beauty. Damon was so handsome. She kissed his jawline and smelled herself on his face.

And surprisingly it didn't gross her out.

Instead it left her feeling strangely possessive of Damon. Her smell was on him. She'd marked her territory. Damon Salvatore was hers now. And in that moment, a crazy random thought popped into the girl's head.

Bonnie realized, if it ever came down to it, she would fight over Damon. She never thought she'd be one of those stupid girls that would do such an asinine thing like fight over a dumb guy but truth be told Bonnie wasn't ashamed to admit to herself that she would indeed beat a bitch down for fucking with him.

So was that what being intimate with another person did to you, because she never felt that way until now?

Bonnie laid her head back down on Damon and rubbed his dusty pink nipple back and forth with her thumb, thinking about last night. He'd looked at her so adoringly that it made it seem like he was worshiping her body as he pleasured her with his mouth. She would never forget that as long as she lived.

She could still remember the feel of his body on top of hers. And afterwards, when Damon had moved up her body for a split second she felt his dick poked her center before he laid down beside her. She wondered if he did it on purpose.

Bonnie had seen the tent in his pants but purposely ignore it, being nowhere near ready to handle all that power he was packing.

Yes she was a virgin but that didn't mean she was totally ignorant about sex. Bonnie may have yet to experience the act, but she knew the mechanics of it and that being penetrated for the first time was always painful for a girl.

And the fact that Damon was hung only insured that she wouldn't be enjoying her first time, not even a little bit. It was going to suck for her.

But it was a right of passage that every female had to endure. There was no getting around it because eventually she would have to have sex. It was inevitable.

Lawd, she was probably going to need a wheelchair after Damon was done with her, or at the very least be bowlegged for the rest of her life.

If only she could fast forward things and skip over the popping of her cherry.

Bonnie stretched out like a content kitty cat over Damon and was now fully lying on top of him with her legs splayed on either side of his body. She kissed his chest and snuggled against him trying to get into a more comfortable position. She shimmed down a little bit and froze like a statute when her pussy made direct contact with Damon's dick, like his actual dick. Flesh on flesh. And it sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Damon must have taken off his pajama bottoms sometime during the night because he was completely naked under the covers.

The girl's eyes snapped up to his face but thankfully he was still asleep.

Bonnie was still for a moment, tempted to do it again just to see how it would feel. But decided against it, closing her eyes.

A minute later, she opened them.

She bit down on her bottom lip and very lightly did it again, sliding her pussy down the length of his dick. Bonnie moaned softly. She sat up, straddling Damon now; the covers falling down to her hips and she began to move back and forth on his dick, closing her eyes.

It felt so good rubbing herself against him like that.

Damon opened his eyes and watched her, having been awake for a while wondering what she would do once she realized that she'd spent the night in his bed. Bonnie just kept on surprising him. He was so sure she would try to sneak out of his room and do the walk of shame back to her own but instead she was sitting on top of him with her beautiful young breasts bare to his eyes and was rubbing herself on his dick, taking her pleasure.

He looked down the length of his body and watch as the lips of her pussy slowly began to get wet and glide more easily against him. She began to move faster, biting her lip. She looked sexy as hell riding him and his dick began to harden. Bonnie's eyes snapped open when she felt it and she looked down at him, but kept moving like she couldn't stop herself. And she couldn't.

She boldly stared down at him and Damon grasped her hips, licking his lips. It was taking everything in him not to penetrate her.

Her pussy was so wet.

Bonnie moaned, lost in her pleasure, unaware of the war raging on inside of Damon as she moved back and forth on top of him, her chest heaving.

Damon tried to distract himself by rubbing her breasts and when her nipples began to harden, Damon pinched them and the girl lost it.

Bonnie began to move faster, feeling herself about to cum.

Fuck! Her body stiffened before she exploded in pleasure, convulsing on Damon before collapsing on top of him.

She licked her dry lips, her heart pounding against his chest. Damon wrapped his arms around her.

He kissed the top of her head. "Good morning precious girl."

Bonnie fell asleep on top of Damon but when she woke up hours later she was alone. She licked her dry lips and sat up in bed, running a hand through her hair. She spotted her robe lying at the foot of the bed and she smiled. Damon could be so sweet sometimes. She reached for the pink cotton robe and slipped it on, getting up from the bed.

Bonnie felt sticky down there, deciding she needed to shower first before doing anything else, so she left Damon's room and walked across the hall to her own.

Thirty-five minutes later Bonnie came downstairs all freshly showered and dressed, sporting a ponytail and looking incredibly young wearing a green hoodie, jeans and sneakers.

The starving girl went into the kitchen and had barely taken two steps when she found herself being pushed against the wall. Damon towered over her, pinning her hands above her head as he pressed his body against hers, hungrily kissing her lips.

It was so fucking hot.

Damon let Bonnie go when she needed to breathe, but didn't move back to give her space.

Bonnie was breathing heavily like she'd just run a three minute mile around the school track.

He caressed her face. "Hey, sleepy head. You were knocked out for a long time. I was starting to get worried. I guess you tired yourself out this morning, huh?" He smirked.

If Damon was trying to make her feel embarrassed then he was out of luck.

"Yeah, I guess I did." She said licking her lips.

Damon stared at her for a long moment and then kissed the tip of her nose. "You hungry?"

Bonnie nodded her head.

He took her hand and pulled her along with him as he walked further into the kitchen.

"I figured you would be after all that rubbing against me you was doing. You had to have burned at least 500 calories because you were gone to town. My dick is still sore."

Bonnie chuckled, hitting his arm. "Will you stop already?" Pause. "Why do you keep trying to embarrass me?"

Damon sat her down on a stool at the island and kissed her forehead before going to the refrigerator.

"I'm not trying to embarrass you Bonnie, but you teach people how to treat you, didn't you just tell me that not too long ago. So I can't just let you get away with violating my person like you did this morning. I mean I was asleep for goodness sake and you took advantage of my vulnerability. I'm hurt."

Bonnie started laughing, throwing her head back. "You are so stupid."

Damon smiled as he began to make her a sandwich, liking that he was able to make her laugh like that.

After Bonnie finished eating, the two of them went into the living room to watch a movie on Netflix.

They had gotten really comfortable on the couch while watching the movie with Bonnie having taken off her shoes and was now resting her head on a small pillow in Damon's lap. He had his hand up her green hoodie splayed across her flat belly. Damon couldn't seem to stop touching her. Now that he knew what was underneath her clothes he couldn't help himself.

About halfway through the movie, Damon's wayward hand unbuttoned Bonnie's jeans, sliding down the zipper. The girl didn't even notice until she felt his cool hand slip into her underwear and begin to rub her pussy.

Shit.

She moaned, her legs dropping open and giving him better access. Bonnie arched her back. Damon leaned down, capturing her lips, thrusting his tongue inside of her mouth.

Damn.

If he kept coming at her like this, she wouldn't be a virgin for long.

They were lost in each other like that for a glorious head spinning five minutes when the doorbell rang.

Bonnie came to her senses and pressed her hand against Damon's chest to push him away and broke the kiss.

"Someone's at the door." She said breathing heavy.

Damon's hand remained busy down her pants until she gripped his wrist and made him stop. "Damon, didn't you hear me, someone is here."

Whoever the hell it was at the door was in serious danger of getting their fucking neck snapped for interrupting them, Damon Salvatore thought crossly as he got up from the sofa.

The girl sat up and began to fix her clothes, her face flushed.

Damon snatched the door open and almost sneered when he saw Matt Donovan standing there.

"Is Bonnie here?" The boy said with his jaw tense.

"No, she's not. Bye." Then slammed the door in his face.

"Damon!" Bonnie said from behind him.

The girl came up beside the pissed off vampire and opened the door. Matt was still standing there, his face angry.

"Matt, I'm sorry. He was just kidding around."

She then glared up at Damon. "Weren't you?"

"No. Not really."

Bonnie felt like hitting him but restrained herself.

She looked at Matt to find him looking at her, and he was pissed as well.

"I guess you forgot about coming over to my house for lunch?"

Fuck.

"Oh god Matty, I'm so sorry. It completely slipped my mind."

"I see that." His jaw ticked.

Bonnie didn't know what to say. She looked away, feeling like a jerk because she'd forgotten all about him. He'd even come to the boardinghouse because she hadn't showed up.

"Now that I know you're fine I guess I'll be going." He said turning to leave.

Bonnie went after him. "No Matt, wait. Please." She said, grabbing his arm. "Look, I'm sorry, okay. I've been a really bad friend lately. It's just that things have been so…"

She trailed off, shaking her head, not knowing what to say. What could she say? That the last few weeks she'd been so wrapped up in Damon that she didn't have time for anything else.

"So, what Bonnie?"

The girl looked away, biting her lip.

Matt grabbed her by the arms and made her look at him. "Bonnie, talk to me!"

Suddenly the boy was pulled from her and Damon had Matt by his throat.

"Oh my god Damon what are you doing?!" She screamed.

"Don't you ever put your fucking hands on her." He seethed.

"Damon stop, you're hurting him!" She yelled, grabbing his arm. "I said STOP!"

The vampire roughly pushed the boy away from him in disgust and Matt fell backwards a few feet away, hitting the ground hard.

Bonnie angrily pushed him. "What's wrong with you…are you crazy?!"

He glared down at her. "Oh, so it's okay then for him to put his fucking hands on you!"

"It wasn't like that Damon and you know it!"

Matt sat up on the ground after having the wind knocked out of him and watched Bonnie and Damon yell, all up in each others faces.

"So I was just supposed to stand there and do nothing when he grabbed you like that!"

"Matt wasn't trying to hurt me, Damon!"

"Well, it didn't look that way to me!"

"Don't give me that…you just wanted a reason to go after him!"

"Oh really, and why is that?!"

"I don't know Damon, you tell me?!"

What the hell was going on here? "Bonnie?" Matt called from the ground, interrupting their shouting match.

The girl turned to look at him and surprised registered on her face. She'd forgotten that he was there.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

She quickly went over to him, kneeling down beside the boy. "Are you okay?"

He tried to get up and she helped him to his feet.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said looking at Damon. "I just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all."

Bonnie looked at Damon before returning her eyes back to her best friend. "I'm so sorry Matt. Things just got out of hand."

"Yeah, tell me about." He said, dusting the dirt from the back of his jeans.

Bonnie looked at his neck and it was bright red. She turned cold eyes on Damon.

He turned his back on her and walked back towards the house.

Matt watched Bonnie looking at Damon leave. "I think it's time we had that talk." He said, rubbing his sore neck.

Bonnie turned to him and then nodded her head. "Not here. Let me go get my coat."

The boy nodded his head. "I'll be waiting in my truck."

Bonnie walked into the house and went straight upstairs to her bedroom and got her coat, putting it on as she walked down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Damon asked from the living room entryway.

"Out."

Silence.

"Just make sure you're back here before curfew or you're grounded."

Bonnie stopped walking, her eyes snapping up to meet his.

Damon cocked an eyebrow. "Guardian, remember?"

Bonnie gave him a dirty look.

"Don't I get a kiss goodbye?" He taunted when she walked past him.

The girl didn't say anything and just walked out the front door, slamming it shut.

"Bonnie, what's going on between you and him?" Matt asked softly.

They were walking in the park side by side. Because it was cold outside there weren't too many people around.

She placed her hands inside the pockets of her coat. "What do you mean?" She said looking down.

The boy stopped walking and made her stop too by taking her arm. "Bonnie, I saw how you two were acting…it was like you were a couple having an argument."

She looked away, swallowing hard. "I don't know what you're talking about." Hating herself for lying.

"Will you stop and just tell me the fucking truth…what's going on Bonnie?!" He practically shouted because he was so frustrated.

"Will you lower your voice?!" She hissed, looking around.

"Are you fucking him Bonnie?" He blurted out.

The girl's jaw dropped, stunned. And she looked guilty as hell.

Matt swore under his breath, briefly turning his head away from her. "Have you lost your fucking mind?"

Bonnie looked away, not being able to take how he was looking at her.

"I haven't slept with him yet." She said quietly.

"Yet…so that means you're planning too then?"

"Matt." She said on a sigh.

"What?!"

He stopped and tried to calm down, taking a deep breath and releasing it.

"Why are you so upset about this?" She asked after a moment.

"Because I love you Bonnie and that guy…that guy is trouble."

She'd had enough of this. "What do you mean he's trouble, Matt?! What has he done?!"

"You mean besides choke me?"

She looked away. "He thought you were hurting me."

"Bullshit Bonnie!"

It was silent between them for a long moment.

Bonnie shook her head, feeling torn.

"Matt, I don't understand what's going on with you. You keep saying these things about Damon yet you don't have anything to back up your claims. What has he done to make you feel this way about him?"

The boy sighed and after a moment he spoke. "Nothing…but the hairs on the back of my neck rise every time he's anywhere near me. He's dangerous Bonnie. I know it."

Her eyes began to water. "No he's not...you just have to get to know him Matt, that's all...and I know that Damon can seem off putting at times, but that's not really him. You should see the way he is with Jamie. He's so caring and patient with him. If it wasn't for him, Jamie and I would be separated right now. And Damon was able to get him into that really good school and Jamie is so happy, Matt. He has friends now. He has a life. And it's all because of Damon."

Matt wasn't moved by her words, his instincts were telling him that this guy was bad news. "So is that why you're giving yourself to him because he's nice to your brother?"

Bonnie jerked back as if she'd been struck.

Silence filled the air around them.

The girl found her voice. "I can't believe you just said that to me."

Matt was silent, swallowing hard.

"I think I should probably go. It's getting really cold out here."

Matt didn't try to stop her as she turned to leave.

When she opened the front door Damon was leaning against the double doors of the living room like he'd been waiting for her, but he straightened when he saw Bonnie's face and went to her at once.

Damon touched her cheeks, bending his knees so that he was at eye level with her. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Bonnie pulled his hands away from her face and stepped back. "Nothing." She tried to walk around him but Damon side stepped her, his hand going to her stomach to stop further movement.

She pushed his hand away. "Don't do that, don't touch me."

The vampire stilled. "What?"

"Please Damon, just leave me alone." She said with tears shining in her eyes and choking her voice.

He didn't stop her this time when she walked around him and went up the stairs.

That night, eighteen year old Joel Houston, a college freshman, made the mistake of crossing Damon's path when he walked out of the Grille after having consumed an entire bottle of cheap Bourbon.

Damon followed the boy and when the time was right, attacked him by viciously biting into his neck, purposefully making it hurt like a son of a bitch as he drained him completely dry.

Unfortunately for Joel, he'd been born with blonde hair and blue eyes, reminding the murderous vampire of someone who he couldn't kill without it hurting the one person who'd grown to mean everything to him.

Poor Joel didn't know what hit him.