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CHAPTER 13:

Damon's eyes trailed to the corner where the entrance of the bar was located. He could have thanked his lucky stars for unusual storm that had put him in this predicament with Aralyn Klinsman. She walked gracefully and took her seat next to him.

"Martini. Dirty." She winked at the bartender, turning her gaze back to Damon.

"Ooh, feisty? Never took you to be quite the drinker." He gave her an amused smirk.

"Oh well, I guess I deserve a night off from playing mom, being tossed up in a supernatural mess and being almost killed thrice." She laughed lightly. The sound of her laughter was addictive and Damon liked to hear it. He found himself smiling. "Here's to being alive!" she toasted before downing her drink in one go. The way she licked her lips, the skin on her long neck, the way her sexy curls fell on her shoulder made Damon more aroused than he had ever felt in a long time. She asked the bartender for another martini and it didn't take her long to gulp down the second.

"Wow, easy queen bee." Damon took away the third glass that came her way. She snatched it back from him. "Damon, I miss living okay? I just want to let lose tonight. Get my old life back when everything was still a little less messed up, when I didn't have two kids to take care of, when I didn't have a crazed centuries old vampire chase me and when I didn't have to bother about men who passed snide, witty and completely sarcastically funny comments at me. I miss this! Don't stop me." She downed the glass and headed to the already crowded dance floor. Her easy admissions amused him. "As you wish sunshine." Damon muttered, following her with a sly smile on his face. A strange calm spread through him just seeing her. She seemed so care free, so simple and vulnerable the way she was now. She looked almost normal – almost, save the way her hips swayed to the beats, the way her waist moved from one side to the other, the way her full breasts shook with every single move of her body. Lyn noticed Damon staring. The words of the song playing in the background seemed oddly similar to Lyn. She sang along the lines with Rihanna, her eyes fixed on Damon's form. The words that rolled off her lips didn't go unnoticed and Damon read every movement of her seductive lips. Her words were arousing him more than he would have anticipated, the anxiety shooting through his body like an electric bolt, the ache in his groin never ceasing to lessen.

"I want you to love me, like I'm a hot ride.
Be thinkin' of me, doin' what you like.
So boy forget about the world, cause its gon' be me and you tonight.
I'm gonna make you beg for it, them imma make you swallow your pride."

The alcohol seemed to have given her a new found bravado. She seductively signaled him to join her and he did so keenly. His hands instantly wrapped around her curvy waistline while hers rested on his firm chest. "This… feels good" she mused, her fingers trailing on his clothed chest. Damon's eyes were fixated on her lips, his hands tracing the curves of her waistline as if she were made of fine china.

The look in her eyes gave her intentions away.

"Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world,
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love,
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart.
Only girl in the world.
Like I'm the only the one that's in command,
'Cos I'm the only one who understands,
how to make you feel like a man..."

"You are a temptress, you know?" he leaned closer, a coy smile playing on his lips as he turned her back to him. She felt him press against her and a sense of satisfaction spread through her body knowing that she was arousing him beyond his control. His cool breath caused a tingling sensation on her ears. Her breathing hitched, goosebumps rose on her skin while his lips traced on the skin of her neck. "Damon…" she whispered unknowingly without reason.

"Yes?" he was enjoying her reactions to his light touch. He waited for her next few words, she however chose to let her lips do the talking crushing her lips on his. His hands slid to her thigh underneath her dress and she moaned into his mouth. She could feel his lips curve into a mischievous smile.

"Am I forgetting something?" Damon feigned a quizzical look. "What?" she asked annoyed at the loss of contact of his lips.

"Last I remember, we had a deal, right?" He wiggled his eyebrows, and a faint pink colored her cheeks. Astounded as she was by his sudden imprudently irritating comment, she decided that if he wanted to play the game of tireless seduction, she would happily oblige. "I'm starving." She whispered in his ears, her voice a deep husky before breaking away from him to head towards the restaurant. It clearly intended all the puns one could gather. It took tremendous resolve in every cell of Damon's body to detain himself from ravishing her body at that very spot, at that very moment. The perfume she wore wasn't enough to suppress her strong musky scent. It was his opium, his addiction.

Dinner passed in an eerie silence, neither of them speaking. Lyn could feel his powerful gaze on her and it made her feel like a woman. She hadn't ever thought once that the man, who she had promised to keep a distance from, would one day make her knees weak, turn her willpower into jelly, dominate and decide for her without her resistance. The sexual tension between the two of them only accelerated further when Damon poured her a drink, quite mistakenly brazing his fingers over hers. She felt a slow flame sear through her body, consuming her. His dangerously determined gaze and dreamy eyes had been answer enough to establish his intentions. It made Lyn shy.

Lyn's fingers trembled as she fiddled with the keys to their room. After three failed attempts, Damon placed his hands on hers, unlocking the door. His sudden touch send a jolt of electricity surging through her spine and every cell of her body felt more alert than ever. Lyn's body hadn't even registered the foreign touch when he cupped her cheeks and kissed her almost in primal greed, lifting her up and rushing inside with superhuman speed. He pinned her to the wall, biting on her full lower lips, she groaned with pleasure at the taste of the metallic red liquid that oozed out of her lips. Damon heard the door close with a loud click while Lyn's legs wrapped around his waist, her dress already rolled up over her thighs. His hands found their way to the insides of her thigh and he could recognize the unfamiliar scent of her arousal. She smelled lovely to him. "Still starving?" he teased. "Positively." She supplied, her fingers lost in his silky jet black hair.

He held her closer, protectively, her lips were sore from his passionate kiss and they moved to trace the crook of her neck. Damon felt her shiver, instantly understanding her hesitation. "The deal is still on darling?" His cool breath once again made her absolutely winded. "I get to call the shots." Her voice was a faint hoarse murmur as her hands found way to undo the buttons on his shirt and boy she was in haste! "Ooh, I like a woman in control." He chuckled when she pulled his lips back to hers holding him from the hair on the nape of his neck. She could swear she heard him moan too.

Her hands reached the buttons of his black jeans next but before she could proceed, his hands had already found their destination. She gasped at the sensation of his touch inside her. "Is that all you've got?" she panted, struggling for air as he stroked her soft folds in teasingly erotic passion. He decided to up the game, stroking her more fervently, "Now we're talk- Oh- …." She gasped, "Oh… Yes…"

So lost was she in the sheer ecstasy of the moment that she couldn't recollect how long he stood there, pleasuring her, her moans getting louder and louder. She felt her bones turn to clay, the grip of her legs around his waist became weak and an ecstatic tingling sensation burst throughout her body like an enlivening shock. "Damon…" she tried to find some sanity, realizing she couldn't hold herself very long. He merely gave a sigh of acknowledgment, assaulting the crook of her neck with his tantalizingly chaste kisses. "Damon…bed…" she murmured, and within seconds she felt soft sheets against her back.

His hard figure was pressed onto hers. She could feel how hard he was. Damon's thrusts had become more fervent, more ardent, more needy. "I… Damon…" she panted, breathless and he stroked her even faster, her insides slippery and inviting as ever. "Tell me what you want me to do." He held her gaze and in the sincerity of the moment, reason escaped her mind. She felt like just another girl who had fallen for a man who she trusted to care for her enough. Without thought, she said, "Make love to me Damon."

He didn't need to hear another word. With much impatience, he yanked the offending piece of fabric off her body, leaving her exposed. Damon frowned realizing he had a long way to go, but the mere sight of the black satin bustier against her skin made him smirk, "ever the one for satin." He mused, he was rather adept at removing the last piece of fabric covering her delicate body than she had been putting it on.

"Ever the Casanova Mr. Salvatore?" she chuckled, her hands trailing on his strong thighs.

"Years of practice baby." He retorted eyeing her lustfully, and he squeezed her plush breasts momentarily, fascinated, making her blush. "I've wanted to do this the whole day." He growled, his own enthusiasm reaching heights he hadn't discovered before. She stirred on his aggressive touch, relishing it, making her purr with pleasure, her cheeks a bright red courtesy the incessant blushing. Her reactions to their predicament were contrary to the fearless fighter that she was under other circumstances and yet as she lay here, underneath him, naked and vulnerable, there was something so pure, so innocent and so tender about her that it would have hurt Damon physically to cause pain to her.

"Are you sure?" he asked, searching her eyes for her answer. "As sure as I can ever be." A mischievous smile lit up her beatific face, but she couldn't veil the lone tear glimmering in her eyes.

Damon eased himself into her soft wet core and she gasped, her back arching, providing him a perfect view of those much coveted full breasts. He took one taut areola in his mouth, flicking his tongue around it, slowly, teasingly as he began thrusting inside her, slowly, feeling the way her muscles, her soft folds flexed around his hard skin, feeling her warmth inside, but the chills outside. He sucked on her breasts, tugged on her extremely alert glistening nipples and bit lightly into one of them drawing the sweet taste of her blood, making her moan. "Fuck… you're beautiful." His lips were cold against her overheated skin but his mouth was warm and inviting. His words came out as statement of facts, not greased with easy manipulation and seduction. The wound he left healed itself and Damon switched his attention to nursing the other one. "Don't make me wait Damon…" She pleaded, moaning, unsure if she could hold back.

He was an ardent lover. His thrusts became more fervent hearing her hoarse breathless voice and Lyn found herself grinding along with him, moving her hips to his rhythm. He could feel her power ooze out of every pore of her body just as much as she could smell and savour the distinct intoxicating smell of him. "You, like that babe?" he had the urge more to assure himself than to know her answer. Her loud moans were answer enough. His eyes darkened with lust and the familiar black veins surfaced and he could feel the fangs protruding gradually. Never had Lyn once seen him so closely with the face of a vampire. She gasped, her hands instantly reaching the veins under his eye as he thrust harder into her, deeper. She was losing coherency by every passing moment. He leaned into her figure and without so much as tracing the smooth lines on her neck, gave into his pure carnal urge, sinking his fangs into the crook of her neck. He savoured every drop of her blood just as much as she savoured the pleasure of his smooth lips on her cold, fresh wound. He drank from her to his heart's content as she wreathed in a concoction of pleasure and pain in his arms, her grip icy hard on Damon's shoulder blades.

"Damon…." She panted, "I'm close…" finding it difficult to utter words in the midst of their fiery lovemaking. She held on to him for dear life, "Oh…Oh… Oh, I'm going to die if you don't take me now" her words were a mumbled mess as she buckled in his form. She could tell from his shaky chuckle, so was he. The vibration of his chest, gave him away. "Come with me Lyn…" he murmured against the sensitive skin of her neck, "Come with me… sweetheart…."

The feeling of ecstasy was so strong, so potent, so powerful that it left Damon in awe. Her blood had heightened his senses and their climax as they came together in one explosive orgasm leaving the two of them exhausted, emotionally as well as physically. He collapsed on her side, breathing heavily. A lone tear escaped her eyes. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, genuinely concerned. She kept looking at him in awe of his sincerity, his innocence, his passion. She lay her palm on his cheek and kissed him tenderly. He chose not to delve thinking of it further, letting himself enjoy and relish her taste.

Somewhere, somehow, she had fallen for him in the long drawn process of trying to settle away. She didn't know if it was right or wrong for in her world, nothing was a constant, yet here she was, in love with a man she wanted to see as a constant in her chaotic life. Lyn stopped lying to herself. As wrong as he was for her, as wrong as she was for him, she had fallen in love with Damon Salvatore and nothing could change that, no matter how hard she tried to run from him. He had been inside her, he was a part of her that she would carry for the rest of her life. For the first time in her years, she had had the audacity to hope. The tenderness with which he had treated her was contrary to the nature he portrayed but it had been there. She leaned against his firm chest while he wrapped a protective arm around her slender figure, pulling her closer, as if needing the comfort of her skin next to his. "I love you, Damon…" were the last few words she muttered before her mind surrendered to exhaustion.

Damon's eyes were fixed at solitary clear moon that hung in the sky. The storm had passed, the clouds were clear, but his judgments were clouded than ever. He had never questioned his motives before, never before had he to think twice before he did something. Why then did he want to exercise caution now? Why then did he question himself about morality now as he decided if he was fit for the woman he had bedded that night?

The brunette beauty sharing the bed with him stirred, a content smile playing on her lips, her hands wrapped around his naked waist. An involuntary smile spread on his lips. The warmth of her skin touched his usually icy one, but she didn't once stir. Her breathing was even, clearly she felt secure in his presence. His fingers trailed on her soft dusky skin, amusing him with her very human reactions. In his arms, sharing his bed, she looked completely contrary to the fierce fighter she had been in the tryst of saving his life and punching him on his face earlier in the day. He chuckled softly.

"Damon…" he heard her whisper huskily again, and although it should have brought him immense pleasure, it brought an even bigger sense of pain and doubt to his mind. He had made love to her and not just had mindless sex. Suddenly, he couldn't put a name to his emotions. He ruled out the possibility of love in the whole equation. He could never have been in love with Aralyn Klinsman until getting over Elena.

Was he over Elena? He introspected. Yes, he hadn't thought of her quite as often as he normally did with Lyn around, he enjoyed Lyn's company more than he thought he would have on first glance, he couldn't think of more interesting things to do than spend the night in her room and finding ways to infuriate her the following morning. The question changed, not quite answering the question that had been posed. Was that enough to be called love? If it wasn't love, then what had their sexual encounter been? It had been just that – a sexual encounter. He wondered why he was convincing himself against his budding feelings for Aralyn Klinsman.

She was wrong for him in every sense. She was outspoken, he liked women who could keep shut at his desire. She could not be compelled; he liked to compel his women as per his convenience. She was the guardian of two minions; he never dated women who came with baggage. She was fearless and challenging, he couldn't remember the last time he had been with one like her. She was wrong for him. Period.

His thoughts took him back to his memories about his previous romances which had only been loose ends. Katherine, had never loved him. He had been a mode of amusement for her and Elena, had preferred his brother much like Katherine. He wasn't particularly lucky with the love department. He did abominable things, selfish things to get his way and for some inexplicable reason, he couldn't be selfish with Lyn, especially after hearing those three words escape her mouth. He hadn't heard those three words for himself from anyone for a very long time. Love brought a lot of expectations and responsibilities to shoulder and Damon quite didn't consider himself to be one willing to give up his freedom.

Damon Salvatore didn't do love because it never came with a guarantee and he wouldn't expect anything short of it. Every relationship ends and that was his idea of love. Betrayal and rejection had been enough of a part and parcel in his life.

He walked towards the window overlooking the quiet city in the middle of the night. The storm had passed and so had the storm in his mind. Tonight had just been a night when the two of them had acted on their desires and impulses. Tomorrow, would be a different day.

Lyn's hands searched for the figure next to her on the satin sheets finding it cold and empty. She sat up abruptly becoming more and more aware of her surroundings with every passing second. The last thing she could remember was falling asleep in Damon's arms. Her eyes widened with surprise as the events of last night dawned on her with a sudden force, coloring her cheeks a slight pink.

Damon simply relished the expressions on her face, sitting on the sofa, diagonally opposite the bed, his index finger on his lips, face contemplative. "It was about time." He muttered, dryly.

Lyn's head instantly turned in the direction of the husky voice. "Good morning to you too." She smiled, clutching the sheets around herself even tighter. She felt incredibly self conscious under his blazing gaze.

"Well, if you don't remember, you have two minions to get back to and I have things to deal with." The abrupt change in his tenor and the subject took her by surprise. She couldn't understand how to react.

"Put some clothes on, we're leaving." He feigned annoyance, gulping an entire shot of espresso. "Never the one for coffee." He muttered.

"That is how you behave after last night?" There was no point in beating around the bush with Damon. She had to be blunt and she was good at it.

"Last night?" He questioned, knowing he was hurting her feelings. "Oh, you mean when you were pounding on me?" her eyes widened with disgust. He knew he had hit a nerve.

"Yes, last night when we made love." She stated forcefully, amazed by his sheer insensitivity.

"Ah, ah, ah, correction – last night when we had sex." His narrowed his eyes with a wicked smirk playing on his lips. Lyn was beyond shocked. Was that what he thought of their lovemaking – merely having sex? Her heart felt like it was going to burst into a thousand little shards. She felt humiliated, she felt like a complete whore who enjoyed sleeping with random men, without so much as knowing them purely to satisfy their sexual craving. She felt dirty, but she wouldn't let him know how much of an effect his little tirade was having on her. She wouldn't cry. She would make him suffer and not physically – she would make him suffer emotionally, the way he was making her at this instant. If he could pretend like nothing had happened, she could do just as much. The only thing left to see was who could keep up the pretence longer.

As Lyn tidied herself in the changing room, she realized that there had to be more than what met the eye. Her temper had finally subsided by a petite amount to think of Damon's abrupt turnabout which was puzzling and although his words had been hurtful, if she knew him well enough, she would also know there was a reason he was downplaying the events from last night and it had to be a strong one.

Damon Salvatore wasn't one who didn't take what he wanted after all. She had every intention of knowing and his elusive games had to stop. She stomped out of the changing room, picked her belongings in a brusque manner and walked right out of the room, completely ignoring Damon's presence. The game of pretences had begun.

I'm nervous as a wreck.

HOW WAS IT?

And why does Damon have to be a jackass :(

Can't he just claim her and shut up? LOL.

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Personally - I love Rihanna's music and most of her songs are so sexy! I can totally relate them with Lyn and Damon! :D