Crimson Fate

by MaNiQ1

Destiny has a funny way of intertwining with Fate. They were ALWAYS off limits to each other... AH

26. BEST PART OF ME

Crimson Fate (R-M)
Chapter 26 - BEST PART (H.E.R. Feat. Daniel Caesar)

ALL BAMON!

First things first- Thx for your support! Forgive my errors.

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Candle light flickered while Damon moved slowly in his secret mountainside retreat. Her nerves crawled all over her insides listening to his boots on the floor as he walked around situating things.

In these moments of her life, Bonnie felt like she was all talk.

She knew she had a lot of adult feelings and actions wrapped up in her words, but often, when it boiled down to it, Damon made her question how big and bad she was. He had on a black wife beater and he'd grabbed a couple of pillow cases that he'd bought brand new. He switched them on his bed pillows and nodded towards her.

Bonnie watched him as he slid them over his pillows. "Satin, right?"

Her giggle was the only pitch change in the room. "How'd you remember?"

"You told me, if you don't have your head wrap you'd need a satin pillow case."

"You literally remembered that."

"Yeah. I also remembered you love to keep the air conditioning on so you can cuddle under the blankets. Unfortunately this places AC is messed up. But, being in the mountains, I can open the window and we can actually feel a natural fresh mountain breeze."

"Really?"

"Yeah. If you want?"

"Well right now it's sort of chilly. But... later maybe."

Bonnie's fingers of her left hand grabbed her right elbow and cuddled with her skin for no good reason. She walked in circles looking around and shocked still about this small, and cozy, but beautiful retreat hidden in the restaurant in the mountains.

With lots of close calls between Bonnie and Damon, this moment somehow triggered nervousness inside of her more than before. Maybe it's because she'd tried to talk him into this for a week and believing he wouldn't really do it. Now, he stood before her, with his nerves together enough to be confident for the two of them.

There was no denying their sexual tension. But they'd always managed to fight it. Passionate kisses sufficed in the moments they had together until the void was deeper than lips could match.

"Are you hungry?"

"No." She said nervously. But it didn't stop her from changing the subject. "So, you going to tell me about this secret hide away?"

"What do you wanna know?"

"Why is it hidden in the pizza place you bring me after your fights? How long has it existed? Why does it exist?"

Because I need a space I can breathe. For maybe six years. Because I own this building."

"WHAT? This restaurant?"

"Yeah."

"What all don't I know about you?"

"I'm the universal man of mystery."

"I'd say. What else don't I know?"

"I guess it'll be uncovered over time, right? Just know all my eggs are never in one basket. Except you. I place all bets on you." He smiled.

"How often do you come here?"

"Uhh, not much sense Cel got out of jail. And not much since you turned seventeen."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. I'm... not sorry. I'd rather be with you, than alone. Even if we're fighting. I'd rather fight with you then be without you."

Bonnie blushed inside and didn't let it show because she was before enough as it was. She continued to change the topic from centering around her and made sure to ask about him.

"So, the people that work at the restaurant, they your friends? Or they work for you?"

"Shh. Shh. Shh." Damon walked to Bonnie slowly making her heart beat thump to the sound of his boots as they stepped across the floor. He didn't wear tennis shoes today and it was strangely noticeable as his boots were the only sound. "That heavy door, that was concealed behind shelves is a sound proof doorway." He said confidently.

"Oh. Why?"

"And the windows are double pane."

"Double pane-"

"So, I helped build this place with the original owner. Specifically for myself. Sound cannot and will not escape these walls, unless I allow it to by opening the windows."

"Oh." She sounded odd until she really thought about it. "Oooh."

"Yeah." He pulled his wife beater off. "Sound is trapped inside of here. But when I'm alone I'm really quiet anyways. I open the window and breathe. When we built it, we built the apartment to be two stories. But you can't see the second story of the apartment. Which is a third story to the building. Which is why the ceilings are low."

"You built this place with your hands?"

"We did. Me and the original owner. There was already a space here. It was very tall. We made this apartment into two stories, from one. This whole place was the attic of the restaurant. And we remodeled it when I bought it."

"I mean, how... why would you go through-" Damon unbuckled his belt buckle forcing a pause in her mentions. Bonnie tried not to be distracted but she swallowed hard when she heard the metal of the belt scratch itself. "Uhh. Why go-go through all of this?"

"My life has never been easy. This small place here... is easy."

Damon stepped closer to her and let his nose take in her sweet pea and daisy scent. "You smell good."

"Marc Jacobs..."

"Oh. You like perfume?"

"Not most of them. But I do like soft scents. The Daisy collection is my favorite."

"There's a whole collection?" He asked completely enthralled in her and her words as he slowly started unbuckling her pants.

"Uh. Uh-Yeah. Daisy. Daisy Dream. Daisy love."

"You have all three?" He asked as he slid her jeans down her hips. Slowly, carefully, allowing his rough hands to glide down her soft skin.

"Umm, I have Daisy and Daisy Dream. I just..." her feet naturally stepped out of the pants as he keep his eyes trained on her face, lips and words. "I just found out about Daisy Love."

"Oh. I'll get you Daisy Love."

"Okay."

For a minute he just kneeled on his knees and let his hands caress the entirety of her thighs. From the side to the back of her plump packaging. Squeezing softly here and there and letting his nose take in her scent. Her whole natural scent underneath her perfume. His lips suctioned to her thighs as he held her from behind with his hands letting his lips kiss her thighs all over the front, even into the cusp of her heat.

He'd touched her there before, but every time was nerve wrecking.

"Which is your favorite?"

"Favorite what?"

"Daisy perfume?"

"The original." Bonnie's eyes closed as Damon kissed her thighs, slowly but surely letting her hands find comfort in grabbing his hands, until he slid her ring off her finger. At first Bonnie didn't notice, until it slid over her knuckle. "Hey. Don't-"

"Ah. Ah. Ah." He snatched it softly.

"D-"

"Stop. You know you've been causing this ache in my chest. Calling me the name you shouldn't be. My heart can't take it anymore."

"But-"

"Shhh. I'm not debating with you." He stood up and walked the ring to the small table next to his bed, sat it down and walked back to her. Bonnie pouted like a child who'd lost their favorite toy. When he walked back to her, he used both hands to lift her shirt above her head and off of her, until it was lost in the day dream of the hidden gem in the mountains. "Kiddo, it's not right."

"Kiddo?"

"You don't like that shit. Do you?" Bonnie's arms crossed. "Uncross them."

"But I'm standing here, practically naked. Being reprimanded like a child."

"I mean... you're acting like it."

As they stood face to chest, when he towered her, he looked down at her while she stare at his ink. She was quickly reminded of her earlier question. "Well... where's your branding?"

"What's my name?"

"Show me your branding?"

"Call me by my name."

"Don't be a jerk."

"Don't be a brat."

"Damo-"

"I'll lose my shit you finish that."

Bonnie was stubborn. She had issues being vulnerable with him when he allowed Rose to get in her face on New Years. And while he'd proven his loyalty, her vulnerability was her circle of trust and she was not letting him back in the way he'd let her into his.

"The problem is, I don't..."

"Spit it out." He said looking down at her.

"You hurt me."

"I'm trying to fix it. Everyday. In every way. I said I was sorry."

"And... it was so easy for you to do it."

"I thought you didn't care. And, I won't ever, let her come at you again. I promise." He grabbed her face and pulled her eyes into his making her stare at him. "Look at me. I will never let anyone get in your face again." He pecked her lips until she pulled away. She felt it happening. It started with his lips then went to his tongue. He did things differently from Stefan and James in terms of his kisses. Although Stefan was a freshman in high school, and doing the sweet thing, she remembered he took his liberties like a real Salvatore. Touching and feeling her body. And James, was more of a heat of the moment kisser. It took Bonnie by surprise but never quite grabbed at her and tugged at her insides the way Damon did.

When Damon kissed her, he worked up to it. Softly making her hard shell crack. Slowly he tainted her ego with the stroke of his tongue and broke her wells down with the way he let his mouth hug hers. And to top it all off, he was soft. His kisses grabbed her and held her inside of a flame of passion that lit her entire soul on fire.

She got what was needed just in his peck. So when she pulled away, he looked at her with a challenged stare. "Nah."

"Nah what?"

"Don't pull away from me."

"You know what you're doing D. And I-"

"D?" He grabbed her face again and inserted his tongue where her words would exit and suffocated her with his need for her. And his desire to gain control. Bonnie grabbed his wrists to protect herself, and he moved her hands down. His hand went to the back of her neck as two big arms held her, pinning her arms in place which was down to her sides, and he doused her in his need. He pulled back. "What's my name?"

Her soft set eyes stare up at him, knowing he realized she hated being controlled. But also knowing he had to take it from time to time without her permission. "You know who you are to me."

"Say it." He demanded. He could've begged, but he didn't. There were few things he'd beg for, and Bonnie was one of them. But he didn't get that nickname from begging. He got it from controlling her attitude. He got it from being dominant in moments she needed it. Which is why she called him the name she did. It made her slightly submissive. Her strong personality was hard to contain, but Damon managed. And right now she was fighting it.

He realized when he lost her mind at times, he had to force his way back in. Even if at her pace, but he did it. And he gained control back no matter how hard it was for him to battle with her.

"You're so demanding."

"Fuck yeah I am when I need to be. Say it."

"Why do you care so much?"

"Because, it means you trust me. And since you haven't said it... we are lacking something. Now... say it."

The burrowing his eyes did caused her to tremble inside.

"You have to understand something. When I say that name, you make me feel like I need you. Like a can't be without you. It's hard for me to say anything to you that will probably force me to depend on you."

"So you don't want to depend on me?"

"That's not what I meant. But, I don't want to lose you again. And words, enforce need."

Damon quit arguing with her. She'd say it. He felt it. But he wasn't wasting time. He grabbed the side of her panties and ripped them off her.

"Damon this is one of my favorite pair."

He didn't speak. He went for her bra and unfastened it, quickly getting rid of it. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed. All the while letting his pants fall down his hips as he stepped out of them and his boots, with her still wrapped round his waist.

"You're too good at that."

"I know. I've had lots of years to practice. Just to prepare myself for you. Been waiting my whole life for you." He admitted nervously. Bonnie's heart paused hearing it. "Are you ready for me?"

...

Butterflies infiltrated her insides giving her nerves a boost of fear. Damon took total control at the moment, realizing Bonnie was naive to all things sexual, and sex related. "I am."

Her being ready, without hesitation was all he needed as permission to make tonight, their night. His lips connected gently to her, because he only had now to be gentle. As the act continued, Damon was focus hard on controlling himself for her sake.

For moments she felt weightless as they'd kissed for the first time in a week. It was as if she was dreaming and she couldn't open her eyes in fear she'd wake. All moments with Damon felt like day dreams. His hand gripped her waist causing the butterflies to focus on the areas of his, that touched the areas of hers.

Damon lifted Bonnie backwards onto the bed. When he lay her body back, he climbed over her, and hover above her. The eye contact was penetrating and steady. He needed to be inside of her in all ways. Knocking on the door of her mind with his own, waiting for an answer so he could control, everything. The two of them were caught in a moment so heavy, neither could be pulled out of it. But he'd never make a move without knowing, it was absolutely what she wanted.

Bonnie became bold placing her hands on his boxers, gripping the edges, right under his rock hard abs, with her fingers.

Damon didn't flinch. He kept his eyes trained on her, so he could read her. So he could know, when to stop, or when she was uncomfortable. But her eyes relaxed into his, being locked in his over powering mental hold. She slowly, removed each leg, one at a time from underneath his body, opening herself up for him. He felt her leg muscles and her fingers slightly shake. But her eyes were sure of what she wanted. She wanted Damon. She wanted Damon's body. And she wanted him, to claim her body with his own, as her first experience. And at this point she knew, it was everything wrapped into one. It was a look, a touch, a kiss, and it was the moment she realized, she never wanted to be without him.

Just as she'd mentioned to him weeks ago.

"Baby-"

"Yes." She said, lips slightly shaky.

"Baby, has the moment presented itself to you? You know what's happening right now?"

"I'm ready. I want this... I want you... inside of me."

Her words stroked his ego.

Still, she didn't hesitate, or blink. She tugged his boxers down, and just like that he popped out of them. He swallowed hard, himself. Feeling a small bundle of nerves inside of his stomach, watching her really become her own woman before his eyes. Reaching for the skin of her hips with his fingertips, pulling them up her small body. Just to feel the slight friction their connection caused.

Both feeling like nervous wrecks, he couldn't help but to look down at her naked body for the first time with the candle light illuminating her soft curves and her rounded edges.

"Perfect." He whispered.

He hated the comparison but he immediately felt and saw the difference between she and Rose. Bonnie didn't have pronounced bone structures on areas of her body. She was curvy, and while some areas of her body carried more volume, like her thighs and hips, her waist was small and so were her breast. Rose had bigger, faker breasts, and smaller hips, which didn't bother him. Not at all, until he'd focused solely on Bonnie's very small but supple breasts. And for once, she didn't smack him for looking at them.

He immediately realized what he'd been missing all these years.

Slowly, she was being revealed to him, like the Mona Lisa. A beautiful piece of art, that was untouched. A woman with a hidden smile that he made sure to reveal often. Her brown skin was beautiful, contrasted to his ivory skin. Even if most of him was covered in tattoos. He watched his fingertips crawl all over her skin and just touch the gift he'd been bestowed.

Damon lifted her butt, until she arched her back to ready her body as he made her more comfortable scooting her back. She was so flawless, in his eyes. He looked at her body for a few more glorious seconds before looking in her eyes again.

Then the reality of her tugging on his boxers meant he'd be skin to skin with her. That moment he couldn't come back from, was almost at its peak, and once he reached it, she was his, and there was no turning back from it.

The boxers were gone, and her warmth was on his abs, making him hard against her inner thighs. When she felt his manhood touch her, she bit her lip nervously.

"Baby?"

"Yes?"

"If you want to turn back, now's the time to tell me. Right now, would be that moment, because if you don't... then I'm going to have a hard time controlling myself. I respect you enough to let you turn away right now. Because, I am not a gentle, love-making kind of guy as I've said countless times."

Bonnie's hands crept up his sides, feeling the indentation of his "V" as his muscles worked overtime to hold himself up. Her lip suffered a piercing form her teeth when she realized how they were two naked bodies lit by candle, and she could see everything she felt for the first time. And she took herself back to the night, he made her use every sense but her eyes. When she closed them she did as much touching as she could stand. His body, his skin, all her hands could do, to prepare her body for what might happen was to touch his skin and brace herself for what would happen when they connected.

"I want to feel everything that makes you a man, inside of everything that makes me a woman."

"Baby-"

"D-Don't hold back. I want all of you." She said, semi-shaken.

"Such heavy words for such a small woman." She intimidated him as much as he intimidated her. Maybe more somedays. He looked at her body again, taking her all the way in.

The perk in her breast, the stiffness in her nipples, the tightening in her stomach from breathing so heavily, the warmth in her center, the tension in her thighs as they shook against his waist. The softness of her skin, the beauty in her face, ... the smell of her pussy.

Everything was his, and for yet another moment, she made him forget about Crimson. He forgot about the Kings, and the Kingdom. He was a man and she was a woman, and he was about to make everything about her, belong to him.

Damon's head dropped so his mouth could meet her skin. When his mouth found her neck, Bonnie's eyes squeezed shut, in ecstasy. She mused while he tasted her softly enough to make her stir underneath him. The more he kissed, the wetter she became, the harder he got, the easier it was for his body to find its way inside of hers. His dick found her through the heat she exerted, and when he lifted his hips to pull back and downward to find her, he saluted her untouched pussy. Her legs wrapped perfectly around his waist, and he was at her entrance, making his way inside of her universe.

Every star was aligned tonight. He was in her orbit.

Bonnie's eyes shut tighter, anticipating his foreign arrival. Arms wrapped around him, pulling his face into her neck. When his lips found her ear, he whispered, "Relax your body and trust me. I'm gonna fuck you right Baby. I'm gonna take care of your body."

Her eyes shot open, and nerves took over and she sucked on her bottom lip, nodding her head to agree with him.

"You trust me?"

"I trust you."

"Good."

Without further hesitation, she remembers how painful the first time they attempted this was. She just wanted him inside of her already. Nervously she let her voice get lower as she told him, "Matemelo."

He pulled up, and looked her in the eyes, as he made his efforts patiently. "What does that mean Baby?"

"Put it in me."

His shock preceded him as he watched her while he pushed, slowly. Her body, naturally tried to reject him. But he wasn't going to let what happened the last time happen tonight. One of his hands gripped his head board, fighting the battle to be inside of her, while her pussy muscles tensed up, trying to stop him. "Oh God. Fuuuuuhh-" She moaned... in pain, unable to say the whole word. "I trust you. I do. Oh God."

And the words forced him to sweat profusely, within minutes. Damon was restraining himself from busting her wide open like the savage he knew he could be. A small, part of him, wanted to take his time, for her pain's sake, and make it special. Until she felt his pushing inside of her, and spoke to him in Spanish. "Aye... dios mío. Matemelo. Matemelo Papi."

For the first time in weeks she said his name. He knew he'd hear it. That was her way of submitting to him. That was his permission to do what he came to do. His body began battling with his mind to make her remember every moment of this night, as if she'd been broken in by a King, or just made love to, by the man, he imagined deserved her virginity.

Then he remembered. No other man deserved her or her flower. And he wasn't some average man, he was a King. And Bonnie knew who and what he was. Which meant she expected no less from him than what she felt he'd deliver.

Bonnie's center felt pressure and pain again, as he invaded her barriers. Over whelming, pressure, and it slightly burned, because he was just as bare as her, and her first time would be skin to skin so she could fully grasp their connection. A first for them both.

Bonnie's soft hands reminded him he need to be a gentlemen for the first few minutes. Her small but needy grips forced him to be the hard to her soft. "Open your eyes, Baby. Look at me."

All of her trust, in him, forced her eyes open, and at the final moment, "You haven't called me by my name... in a while. Till just now. I heard it. I finally heard you say it again. Tell me Baby. Who am I?"

"Papi." He pushed his way inside of her never before touched body, watching the pained look in her face, and loved every second of it. "Ayyyee." Her eyes immediately shut again as she squeezed his body.

Damon held a breath trying his hardest to be careful with her. Until he heard her breathe.

"Hmmmm. It hurts. Matemelo. Hmmmm." A hum sounded between her lips, when she felt him pushing his way inside of her, and her entire lower body clenched around his, while her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, making him push deeper. "Hmmm God!" She belted out.

Her muscles squeezed him trying to control his depth.

Damon finally released his breath feeling more alive than he'd ever felt inside of her. "Aye, Papi." Her cries fell on deaf ears. Because he was finally inside of her, and he didn't have mercy on her. Her pain, was his joy, and he knew it wouldn't be long, before she felt what he felt. So, he pulled back and thrusted again, breaking her in to him, the way a true King would do. With no mercy. This time a loud, deep moan left her throat. "Fuuuuck!" Sounding the entire sound proof apartment.

Her flower was his, he made his claim and she was now a woman. He continued, watching, like a drug addict, needing his fix on her, while he fucked her. Rough at times, gentle at times, but enough to understand, he was there first, and no one had been there before him. Damon could've cried feeling her grips hugging his manhood as his muscle penetrated her roughly.

"Fuck! Your pussy feels so good. Shit Baby, you're choking my shit like nobody's business. Stop squeezing me so hard Baby, and relax. Let me fuck you, and mark that pussy."

"I'm not trying to squeeze. I can't help it." She cried.

Damon tried containing himself on the strong grips of her pussy muscles, but all it did was challenge him to push deeper.

He was claiming her for his selfishness, and she didn't care. Before he knew James was in the picture, trying to make her fall for him, Damon let too many months go by, being a perfect gentleman with her. Avoiding staring at her body, avoiding making inappropriate comments, avoiding touching her, and even telling her she was all he ever thought about from the moment he saw her the night at the football game.

Him protecting her, treating her like a rare jewel, was all that mattered. Lead by her lip biting and moaning, it was enough to stop his motions sometimes, just so he could watch how he affected her body while he was inside of her. He let her get comfortable with his lack of movement, so she could breathe, while he watched, her catch her breath. She was more beautiful today than ever before. The most beautiful sight he'd laid his eyes on. He'd watch her, just enough, to thrust back into her, and make her moan again. "Ahhh. God." Her stomach muscles shook, and finger tips gripped his skin. Ripping off parts of his flesh as he made her his.

There was no mistaking anyone hearing the two of them had they been anywhere else, but he knew he needed her alone for her privacy's sake, for her first experience.

When Damon let her get comfortable with his stillness, he started grinding into her again. Rotating his hips to hit the sweet spots she never realized she had. Bonnie couldn't even understand the confusion her body felt from being in pain, but feeling absolute pleasure. When it hurt to feel him stretch her, it also felt good to feel his depths, claiming her body, relentlessly. "Papi. Papi. Oh God."

Her words pushed out of her throat in breathy moans as she tried to embrace his energy.

She, was the sweetest sound to his ears, while her body allowed this nuance to control her. Bonnie bit her lip trying to keep from making too much noise. But she couldn't help how much he filled her up. She was learning to breathe while he was working her body.

He deepened his thrust, "Say my name again, Baby."

"Papi. Hmmmm." He went crazy hearing it as she lost her breath.

"Look me in the eyes, and say it."

Her eyes met his, and she wanted to cry, he controlled so much in these moments, that just a look from him made her pussy throb and tingle. He made her feel emotions she couldn't control. "Papi..." she bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut again. "Hmmmm."

One singular word, meant Bonnie's ownership over him. He knew that being her Papi, was the best title he'd ever been given even of all of his club titles. Because it meant he was hers and belonging to Bonnie was his endgame.

Bonnie's nails clenched his back drawing blood, making him bite his bottom lip, to control himself. Her grips were small but mighty. He was rough at moments allowing her to realize to whom she belonged now.

And she belonged to him.

Damon couldn't feel a thing outside of the way her pussy hugged him and her hands grabbed him. He felt her body begging for mercy but he knew he wasn't backing down.

All of his manhood was tested by the way her womanhood, let him take control these moments. Bonnie barely let Damon control a thing about her, but tonight she was prisoner of his control. And he took advantage of her giving him so much power, by exerting his will to dominate her with his force of possessiveness.

Some moments he thrusted so hard he felt her hands pushing on his hips to keep him from savagely claiming her. Holding him from thrusting so hard. Using her hands to push his hips the opposite direction of hers. But he didn't give her an inch of control. In all of the years he'd been doing this, Bonnie felt better than any woman her ever been with. And not because of her being untouched. But because his body fit inside of hers and she made him want to give her everything.

The way she held him, and made him feel. Her moans, were particular. Her words were loving. Her expressions were, needy. And the way she let him lead her into this scary thing, with all of her trust, made him feel worthy of something better than this life. Loving Bonnie, was in his future. Bonnie made him see beyond the club and what he saw was the two of them far far away from everything.

He wasn't thinking about what the end of this moment meant for him, he was focused on pleasing her, and giving her what she needed. She was a challenge and Damon never stopped trying to feed her and make sure she was satisfied.

Bonnie's hands were confiscated for his need to keep her from controlling him. He had to control this or she wouldn't get what she deserved out of it. What she needed to know, he was there for her and her pleasure. He'd never been so selfless and selfish at the same time.

Damon looked down and watched them as they connected. He was speechless for a few seconds just seeing how much he owned this moment watching it as it happened. The two of them connecting was like nothing he'd ever seen, watching himself fully give himself to a woman who'd given her complete self to him.

"Fuck Baby. You're pussy is beautiful. And you're taking me good. Relax a little, Okay? I wanna get deeper." He slowed down and whispered. "Relax Baby. Let daddy in some more."

Daddy? She thought. He was taking his control seriously. He knew how to get in her head with his words and make her give him whatever he wanted with his words, while he was inside of her. "Yeah. Like that Baby. Let your thighs relax, I'm just going to get... a little... bit... deeper." He pushed unable to take his eyes off her, letting her see, that she could trust him. Her jaw, slowly dropped open, while a very low almost none- existent moan escaped her mouth in the form of air as he deepened his position inside of her. Inch by inch, sliding in slowly and watching her "Yeah. Take it Baby. Take that dick, like a good girl. Take my dick and don't fucking forget who you belong to."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She whispered, still having a hard time catching her breath as he changed his pace several times. Bonnie felt a mixture of things. Pleasure was to be expected. But she also felt she was supposed to be using her hands or her body in some way. She felt inadequate sexually for him and her nervousness almost outweighed her pleasure when she felt him watching her as he took himself into her head, trying to control every part of her.

"You like feeling my dick inside of you?"

Her head nodded as she was still rendered somewhat speechless. She searched for a comfortable position to be in, but no matter how she lay, his body was making her body focus on his depth, stretching her. There were moments she stopped breathing while he was filling her all the way up.

Damon's eyes trained on her like a demon, inhabiting her body like an incubus needing her soul. Ready to feed off of her. "Lay there Baby, and... Just... Take it. Quit moving around to keep me from going deeper." He whispered. "Feel my dick, slide in and out of you." He paused from speaking and slid inside of her letting her wet pussy make the sound of liquid spilling from her filled cunt. "Ooooh." His lips went into the "o" shape. "Ooooooh. Yeah Baby. Like that. You like feeling me, inside of you, making your pussy drip for me?" His lips were heavenly as she swallowed his sounds with her eardrums while she remained speechless. "Drown me in those sweet pussy juices, Baby." He was so cocky. "That's my girl. Take Papi's dick all the way." He put his mouth in the "O" shape again. "Ooooohhh. Yeah. Drip for me."

Damon fed her body, with his ruthlessness. Little Bonnie Bennett, was, Savage Sal's. She knew this was just the beginning. He could've been far more savage. And while he shocked her with the way he spoke, she knew he was still taking it easy on her.

"Got damn, Papi."

"How does it feel Baby? Tell Papi." He asked thrusting a little faster.

"You feel so good." The faster he moved, the more she tightened her grip on his shoulders to take his rough style. But he grabbed her hands and held them down. He wasn't going to let her control anything. And while he controlled the pace, for now, he was allowing her to feel ultimate physical pleasure making it all about giving her what she needed, while taking what he wanted. "You gonna let me hands go at all, Papi?"

"Not right now. Take it. Take this deep dick." Damon began lifting his hips and thrusting at a steady pace inward and not downward, taking her sweat and delivering her no breathing room.

He moved his mouth to hers to kiss her pain away and swallow her moans, so he could thrust harder and faster, making her feel him from every angle. "Hmmm." Bonnie hummed into his mouth, while he got a little rougher. "Got damn." He took more control of the moment, and moved a hand down to her kitty. When she felt his thumb circulate her crown jewel, she started to wiggle her hips like the frightened virgin she was yesterday.

"Papi, what the FUCK? Ahhh... ahhh... ahhhhh." She moaned hard, breathing harder, trying to pull his hand off of her. Her body was feeling ultimate and undeniable pleasure which confused her. "Stop it. Don't fucking do that." She yelled in shock.

"Why?"

"I don't know, I felt like I needed to pee, when you did that."

"No Baby. Trust me... you want that feeling... it's going to be good. Don't fight me. I'm giving you, what you said you wanted your first time. Take it, until you can't. Then just let it happen." He put his hand back and started playing with her gently, realizing she'd never felt the actual sensation of an orgasm before, and just knowing she'd chosen him and trusted him to be the first man to give that to her made him feel some type of way.

"No. No." She wiggled beneath him. "Ahhh. I can't handle it, stop." She breathed out. But his body thrusted, while his hand played, gently. She was stuck in the confusion, feeling both pleasure and pain once again, and something she couldn't describe in between those two things that tickled.

Damon work hard and patiently, able to maintain his release, because he masturbated several times today to prepare for this moment and allow her full pleasure until she would be able climax, remembering the weekend they had together and the words exchanged.

He took advantage of his dick in the worst way today, which gave him ample playing time with her, before he gave in. Bonnie was in for complete treat as his body was ready and able to satisfy her beyond what any "Virgin" could expect their first time.

"Damn, baby girl, you're so tight. Papi, can't breath inside of you." He whispered, before getting deeper inside of both her body and her ear and took it a step further.

She felt his dick slide so far, it brought discomfort. "Hmmmm." Her lips pursed together, humming the pain away. And again, he hit a spot she felt in her core, while she tried holding his hips to control him.

Damon shook his head, grabbed each of her arms again and pinned them above her head. "Nah-uh. Take it. Take that dick, Baby. Quit trying to control me. I'm not backing down." He demanded.

Then as her back arched, he found his way upward into her. Still locking her hands in place. "Fuck! You're wet as fuck." All of her juices covered his manhood, from base to tip. "This is my pussy. You hear me? No other mutha fucker is allowed to touch you. Ever! He can't touch you ever again. This is Sal's pussy! But you already knew that didn't you? From the moment we kissed. You knew it. You saved yourself for me. Didn't you Baby?"

"Yes."

"Say it. Tell me you saved yourself for me!"

"I did. I swear I did. I saved myself for you."

"Tell me it's mine and mine only!" He growled possessively.

"It's yours Papi. I'm yours, and yours only."

"Damn right. You're mine Baby. Who's pussy is that?"

"Yours."

"Say it. SAVAGE'S PUSSY!"

"Savage SAL's pussy." She moaned.

"WHO'S PUSSY?"

"Savages Pussy!"

"And that is the ONLY time you are allowed to call me that. You understand?"

"Yes."

"Say it!"

"I can only call you Sal when your fucking me."

"Only when I'm fuckin you! Comprendé mami?" One of the few phrases he knew in Spanish.

"Sí."

"Louder."

"YES!" He became a little rougher enforcing his sex politics. And Bonnie couldn't control his savageness.

Her wiggling did nothing but enforce his control. He would glide in and out of her now, having made a home inside of her, that hugged him like a glove. "Drip for me baby. Let me feel that sweetness all over my dick." He released her wrists as a hand went back to her kitty.

"Oh fuck." She shuttered. "Papi... don't! It... feels... oh shit." She breathed.

Damon stopped and watched her clench up. Bonnie's body fought the oncoming orgasm hard. Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her lip trying to contain the confusion as her hands gripped his wrist again, so he'd stop playing with her pussy.

"Baby? Stop. Don't fight it. Or I'm gonna fuck you harder til you can't take it."

"Take your hands off my pussy. You're making me feel too many things at once." She demanded of him.

"It's okay. Baby, baby... relax. Trust your boy. Don't you trust me?" He spoke out of breath fighting her for her own pleasure.

"I do trust you. But-"

"Then relax. I got you. Let go of my wrists Baby." He demanded and stare at her until she slowly let his wrist go. He then took his free hand and held the head bored to lock himself in place, and allowed his body to grind again slowly into her. But her swollen pussy lips were so sensitive, it didn't take much.

Bonnie's expectations of sex, as explained to her by Lexi, Caroline, and Elena, was far different then what she'd come to learn as she lost her innocence. It was raunchier and more kinky than she expected when he began speaking to her like a dirty biker. He was more of a madman, then a nervous wreck like the high school guys she'd heard about.

Damon slowed his thrusts, just letting her take his length in. While he watched her faces until she calmed down. Bonnie could hardly think straight with the mixture of feelings especially with the sounds they made as they connected.

"Hmm." She attempting to take it all in until Damon put his arms under her the bend of her legs and lifted her lower half, so he could penetrate deeper. "Ow ow ow. Fuuuuck. Mmhmmm." She But her lip. "Papi. God. You're deeeeeeeep." She cried smacking him, feeling him at a compromising angle. "Your in my fucking stomach!"

She slapped him again, and he just watch her, loving every minute of it, unaffected by her hitting him. Her hand didn't hurt his face so she held it against his chest trying to contain him, and push backwards but he was too strong.

"Yeah, Papi's in those guts Baby. I'm deep in that pussy. Marking it! That's how Savage marks his that pussy. That pussy is all mine. First and last Bonnie. You hear me? The first and last, getting that pussy. It's Me. That's right. That's my pussy. Say it."

"It's your pussy, Papi."

"You like how deep my dick is?"

"So deep Papi." She shut her eyes soldiering up. "Mmm." The sweat of her body absorbed his and she clenched up trying to lesson his depths with her pussy muscles.

"Take it. Fucking take it. Don't squeeze me out." He spoke directly in her face.

Slow thrust, after slow, deep thrust, he assured her his dick was in control, and he dipped inside of her agonizingly slow, to feel her dripping honey coat the thickness of his dick. Stretching it from her insides, as it connected to the top of his head when he pulled out of her and thrusted back into her to the base of his depth.

"Ahhhhhh. My pussy, my pussy... Oh God." She cried.

"Yeah baby. That juicy pussy knows who daddy is. Soaking me, you little cocktease. That pussy got me sprung already." Every word that left his lips was sinful and exactly how she'd imagined he'd be. Dirty and unashamed. "Spread your legs wider, I'm about to fuck you harder. Hold the head board and don't let go. No matter what."

Bonnie took to his words with complete surprise and fear, then did as he told her.

Damon's hand went back to her pussy, to play with her clit, while the other hand gripped her in place from her waist down. He put both forces in motion with her as he continued to torture her body with his insanity.

Bonnie felt herself getting uncomfortable again, as the urge hit her. "Oh god, Papi- Wait Wait!" Bonnie let go of the headboard.

"What?" He asked impatiently.

"I have to pee. Stop."

"No. Now grab the headboard again. And don't let go, I said."

Bonnie paused for a minute as he snapped at her, and gripped it again, watching him carefully. He took to his control again, giving her what he knew she needed.

"Look at me." He started thrusting again, and watching her, waiting for the feeling to push through her body again. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Then let me do what I do Baby. Quit fighting it. I know you love this shit. I can see it in your face. I hear it and feel it. And if you want me to stop, I will. But damn Baby, I think you want me to make you cum. Don't you?"

All the while he speaks, he's thrusting at a steady stroke, making her weak.

"Yes. Fuuuuuuck. Please." Damon kept rubbing and fucking her.

"Got damn baby... I feel it comin. Oooh. There it it Baby." Bonnie's body began to shake. "Right there."

"Papi! Papi! Oh my God."

Her body was stronger than he thought, but he gripped her in place as the shaking built up. "Feel that Baby?"

"Yes God! What the hell? Fuck you SAL!" She screamed. Her feelings were confused. And she didn't know what to say. "Fuck you so much. OH SHIT! I think I'm coming. Yes I am, Fuck Papi! Oh- My-" she held her breath and stopped breathing. "G-G-G...aaahhhd. She stuttered. "D-Damn DAMON! Yes, oh my God! D-D-Damon." She stuttered his government, while her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she felt herself cum for the first time, while he was inside of her. Her body tensed and then relaxed, then tensed back up. She gripped him tight, feeling like her soul as it escaped her body. Damon continued thrusting, and watching the beauty that was a woman having her first ever orgasm.

"Breathe Baby. Breathe." Bonnie was unknowingly holding her breath. Until she sank her teeth into Damon's shoulder piercing his skin as the feeling flooded her body in a jolt of multiple sensations.

Damon bit his own lip to withstand the pain of her teeth, while her pussy gripped him into oblivion. "Got damn Baby girl! Shit!" Her legs gripped his thighs trying to control her orgasm, but Damon continued thrusting through it, weakening her to his touch as she lost temporary control of her facial muscles.

Damon held her all the way through it, and through her biting him, because her coming felt better than anything he'd ever felt.

When Bonnie peaked and gradually came down, all of her muscles gave out. Including her jaw, after sinking into Damon's flesh. He on the other hand didn't stop. He continued to motion his body, making her hum lowly, and in exasperation. Bonnie let her fingers creep over the skin of his sides to gently hold him for dear life, while she just gaze at him, with tears in her eyes.

Her body barely able to move.

Damon stopped moving for a couple seconds, and bit his lip, humming.

"Damn, Baby it hit you hard. Didn't it?" He'd never seen a woman cum like Bonnie. She was out of it, physically and emotionally, and her body felt weak.

Her embarrassment finally set in of all the things that happened in the past twenty minutes. "Oh no." She whispered to herself.

"You okay Baby?"

She nodded her head speechless. She was an emotional wreck. Damon wrecked her in the last twenty minutes. Making her need him as much as she wanted him. She felt so vulnerable underneath him. Like he was seeing her for the first time. She sucked her lip to contain tears from streaming, and the softest thing he'd done all night happened for the first time in these moments. "God Baby." He said, stroking her cheek. "You are... so fucking beautiful. More now than ever before. You know that? You take my fucking breath away."

Emotions continued to render her speechless. She felt like she'd lost control, and the embarrassment made her feel, ugly. Bonnie was a bundle of nerves, and angry at herself for letting sex make her emotional and spastic. She also felt he was disappointed in her performance. She thought he was disappointed that she bit him, accidentally. And screamed and thinking that she had to pee more than once. She was embarrassed. And just when the moment couldn't get more embarrassing, his roughness disappeared completely. "It's okay, Baby. Don't cry. Or cry if you want. I'm here for you." Damon wrapped his arms around her.

His softness surprised her but she more than welcomed it.

Even though the most beautiful thing happened to her moments ago, she felt inadequate. Because she was confused by some of it. How could something that felt so amazing exist? She wasn't used to it. She wasn't used to absolute beauty in the madness of a man who made her feel the way Damon made her feel. He couldn't stop gazing at her.

"That was beautiful baby, when you came. You... fucking took my breath away. Your whole body just..." he kissed her tears. "I've never seen anything so fucking beautiful."

Bonnie covered her face, thinking he was over compensating for her behavior by saying sweet things. "Don't do that. Not with me. You mad? Did I hurt you too much Baby?"

"No." She cried.

"Then uncover your face. I want to see you. Right now. In these moments. Look at me." He softly demanded. Bonnie uncovered her face and her pink, water infused eyes held his captive. He'd never seen her so raw and open. "what's wrong. Talk to me."

Sex uncovered a vulnerability in Bonnie that he, nor she'd ever experienced from her. "I don't know."

"You mad at me?"

"Of course not, Papi."

"Disappointed?"

"No. I don't know. Don't look at me, please."

"Why? You're beautiful. Your face is the only thing I wanna see."

"Really? Still, even after I bit you? And did all that embarrassing shit."

"Hell yeah. Don't be embarrassed. You, did nothing wrong. If anything, you're more of what I want than ever before." Damon's body re-familiarized itself with maneuvering inside of her. "Sex aside, baby girl... I'm so fuckin, fucked. You know that? Because of you, I'm so fucked."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" She said worried. Trying to control the agony and the pleasure.

"No... no. Don't be sorry. Never be sorry for that." He said picking up his thrust again, looking her in the eyes, lips, and entire face giving himself to her as she did to him. Thrust after slow thrust. "You know why?"

"Why?" She moaned, letting the pain turn to pleasure again holding his back gently.

"Because..." And when he finally, whispered into her ear, lowly, and in his own selfish way, he said... "I'm fucking in love with you, Bonnie. With everything inside of me. I fucking love you." He openly admitted, the one word she'd never thought she'd hear. And it made her eyes water more and her jaw dropped open. No more words were uttered from Bonnie's lips. Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut and squeezed him tucking her face into his shoulder, and he continued to make love to her while she was an emotional wreck. He let her cry and he kept going until he was satisfied, making her peak one more time before he did, until she passed out in his arms of exhaustion.

Bonnie was Damon's.

She felt it, from that moment on, that no other man, could ever take his place.

And no one could come between them, right?

...

Bonnie lay on her side curled into his body. Once again he'd exhausted her. Her body lay unconsciously dreaming of a time when she didn't remember laying beneath the body of a madman, while her body endured one of the first things that life would tell her made her a woman. And it could've been torturous, had it not been a ritual between two people that took place so naturally, while becoming one of the few things in his life said madman loved.

And as she dreamed she lay peacefully. Because that word left his lips in a moment he was caught up on the rapture of her. And the word was so powerful it calmed everything inside of her while she endured more ritualistic proof, he needed her in his world.

Love. He claimed to be in love with her. And love was one of few things these two people had a hard time ever talking about. But he admitted it with his whole being. Now, while she lay in dreamland, contentment settles over her heart allowing her to sleep peacefully.

Damon watched her hand hold his chest as each one of her delicate fingers spread across his skin. The fingers of her left arm which rest barren on his chest, holding him with care as opposed to caution. He grinned gripping her tighter, knowing she was everything he'd ever asked the universe for when it came to balancing him out. Without further hesitation Damon reached over the small table grabbing the ring and replacing the empty space on her finger with the it.

Love. A heart. His heart. Her acceptance. His love. Her submission. His protection. Her loyalty. Between the two of them, a connection so deep nothing could tear them apart.

He was now embedded so deeply in her brain, and her so deeply into his soul, that they could feel each other's thoughts and emotions. That kind of love covers us in a protection we don't even realize shields us, and the two of them shielding each other like umbrellas on a rainy day.

Neither was ready to be pulled apart.

Somehow he managed to sneak her to his secret hideaway and give her everything he had. His heart, his body. His trust. His soul. And lastly his love.

Damon's love tank was on full and Bonnie was what filled it.

Any angle her body took her, he made sure to fill her empty space with himself. So, when she turned away from him to get a new position on the bed, he turned towards her and spooned her from behind. His large arm held her around her waist and naturally she put her smaller arm on top of his to hold him in place since righty behind her was where he belonged. Still, she remained sleep while he lay awake enjoying what it meant to love her. Smelling her skin, her hair, and the aroma in the air from their two bodies connecting settling in every breath they took. At some point when they'd finished a while ago, the window opened and the air filtered in and so did the sounds of the wind blowing the tree's leaves, and the trickling of crickets singing lessened the solitude as owls whoo sounds sprang in his ears once in a while.

His body held hers captive.

Waiting for her to awaken.

Just so he could be inside of her again.

He was addicted to her.

...

Bonnie was decorated in Damon's shirt, and nothing else. She brushed her teeth, with his toothbrush, looking at herself in the mirror. She felt different, and even looked different strangely.

Her hands pulled his tank top against her flesh and she looked at the shape of her body through the material. Her nipples wouldn't soften, and her hips had bruises on them from his fingerprints. "Are my hips bigger?" She asked herself.

She took a glance at her body underneath the shirt, seeing if she looked more like a woman. Something was different and she couldn't pinpoint it. Hickies decorated her breast. What a night? She tossed her hair to one side and posed in the mirror, feeling like a vixen. Toothbrush slightly hanging from her mouth until he opened the door embarrassing her again.

Bonnie stumbled out of her pose trying to salvage her toothbrush as it fell from her mouth catching it between her fingers. An awkward moment, proceeding the awkward moments she felt after orgasming. She couldn't stop behaving awkwardly.

"What are you doing Baby girl?"

"Brushing my teeth."

"A-huh... sure." He smiled, already seeing a different woman before him the morning after claiming her innocence. "You see my art work?" He lifted her shirt and pointed to the area right above her pussy. "Another one."

"I don't remember you giving me that one."

"Nah. You were asleep." He grinned. "You see your artwork?" She looked up in the mirror as he walked behind her, pointing to his shoulder. Distinctive teeth marks and dry blood from when she pierced his skin.

"Oh God, Papi-" her face froze in embarrassment and sympathy. "I'm so sorry." She turned to him grazed it lightly with her fingers and felt his eyes look down at her and her hands as she caressed his skin with her fingers and sympathetic eyes. Her touch was different. It was more possessive than ever before.

"It's all good. I must've deserved it, after how I tortured your body."

"No. You didn't deserve to be bitten. I feel awful. And so embarrassed."

She rinsed her mouth out and turns back to him then kissed it. "It's okay. A lot lead up to that point. You were, emotional and-" Bonnie covered her face again leaning it onto his chest "Hey, don't do that. You did nothing wrong. It was a moment, we were caught up and it happened."

"I feel like a joke, after everything I did and said. Like, you must think I was so JV."

"You were Jv. I liked it. And... I liked being able to be the first person to see you in that way and take care of you. You chose me, and I cherished every minute of it. You weren't really wearing any make up. You were natural, and you weren't trying to be sexy or perfect, like other females. Yet, somehow, you were both of those things without even trying. And now I have a battle scar to prove it. Those teeth marks will never leave me." He laughed.

"Wow. Well, I know you're being absurdly sweet. Thank you." He leaned down and kissed her forcing her hunger to grow for him. The kiss grew greedy until she stopped it.

"What? I can't kiss you?"

"It's not that, it's just..."

"What?"

She stare at him nervously.

His hand cupped her cheek. He was soft, for now. But for who knows how long? When the club became a fixture again, he'd be back to being that guy. SAL. But today she had Damon. She took this softness while she could. Her eyes met his. "Last night... was probably the best moment of my life. I can't stop thinking about it."

"Really? You know you don't have to say that, because it was my first time, and I know I wasn't very good at it, and-"

"You were perfect. In every way." Lips kiss softly, making her remember what he felt like inside of her just hours ago, "I want you again."

"Right now? I'm a little sore."

His shirtless body grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her up onto the bathroom counter top. "I won't be rough. I promise. I'll take it easy. But I need you one more time before we eat. I can't help myself." He pulled the wife beater off her. And kissed her naked body while his body woke up slowly to her scent.

"I can wake up to the smell of your pussy every morning." He whispered. "That's the smell i love the most."

Damon stood in front of the mirror watching their bodies, and looking at the contrast of their skin. He put his hands on her back and let his fingers rub the surface of her body, as he sat her on the counter top. He looked her in the eyes, while removing his shorts. Her soft, angelic facial features smiled politely at him. Still afraid to look down at his naked body. She just spread her legs, and pushed herself to the edge, anticipating his touch, and the ache that she was feeling from the first time. He looked at her, in her entirety and smiled.

"I love your body, Baby."

"I love yours too." He heard the words from her lips but noticed she wouldn't look down at him.

"You afraid of me, Baby?"

"No."

"Then why won't you look at my naked body."

"I don't know. I'm still new at this-"

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just, I want you to be comfortable with me."

"I'm learning."

"Look at me. Look at my body. Don't be embarrassed to stare, or watch me. I like when you watch me." He spoke confidentially, watching her look down at him. Every inch her eyes moved over his body, she just grew more and more curious. He was the same hard body she lay with from time to time and kissed. But he looked better than he felt. And when she got to his abs, she stopped herself and looked back up. "Don't stop. Look at me, all of me." He put her hands on his manhood, and wrapped them around. "This is going to be inside of you. You should look at all of me. It's important to me that you are never afraid of me, sexually. That matters to me. I need for you to be comfortable enough to know, I'm yours, as much as you are mine." He made her stroke it, while she tried to contain her nerves.

Bonnie shook her head, biting her lip, in embarrassment, feeling him in her hands. "Don't put me on the spot."

"Then look."

She bravely pulled him towards her, and rubbed his manhood at her center. "Why look, when I can feel?"

"No. You're going to be comfortable with me, in every way. I want you to watch me put it in."

"Damon?" She rarely called out his birth name unless she was trying to reason with him.

"Baby- You've awaken something inside of me. And now, I need everything from you." He pulled her in all the way, and started entering her body. Her small finger tips moved up, just below his armpit at the top of his rib cage. That's when she finally saw his branding. It was on the lowest part of his stomach near his side. A Crimson King Branding burned into his skin.

"Your branding?"

"Yup." He smirked. "Those assholes, waited til I was so fucked up, they put it in the gayest spot they could. Below my fucking abs."

"I think, it's kind of sexy." She smirked back, until she felt him push further, lookin g into his sky blue eyes, feeling herself soften as he entered her body, and she was held captive by his state.

"If you think it's sexy, then I guess it is." He whispered.

And while she felt soreness from the first time, she was reminded of the foreign feeling she felt as he pushed. She yearned for that other feeling that came once his body settled inside of hers and forced her pleasure naturally.

"Look." He demanded, and her eyes glanced down to see him stretching the anatomy of her body.

"Hmm. Fuck." She whispered watching them connect, while Damon watched her eyes go from scared to starved. "Damn." She breathed heavier and heavier, while her abs contracted, in the form of a tremble.

"Beautiful, right? Me and you, are the most beautiful site I've ever seen."

Bonnie looked up at him. "Wow, we are. God... so beautiful."

"I love watching me, going inside of you. Look at that... you're the most beautiful fuckin part of me." He then pushed into her, so he could be fully inside of her again, pulling her body all the way to the edge of the counter to accommodate him.

"Damn! Papi." She gripped his shoulders.

"God, baby. You take me so good."

He pushed slow, but steady, letting his body surprise her again. "You feel so good." She moaned into his lips breathing heavily, absorbing his calmness, while he ate up the feel of her, the sound of her, and the smell of her. And all the while he was taking his time, being gentle like he promised. Unlike the night before. And today, she was growing impatient with his slow stroke. "Papi... faster." She breathed into his mouth while his lips toyed with hers, letting this moment get the best of them both.

"You want me to go faster?"

"Yes."

"I thought you wanted gentle?"

"I do. But- Papi... don't tease me."

"Beg me baby." He gripped her hips harder and watched her as she kept watching them connect. She fell in love with the sight of them as much as he did. And he was going to force her addiction too. They connected too intensely, for it not to go both ways.

"Por favor Papi." Even if she was sore, the pleasure was stronger than the pain. She bit her lip, and pulled his body closer. "Necesito dentro de mí. Mas... mas... rapído... Papí." Her words encouraged him to the point he didn't say another word. He just handled business, letting her enjoy the view, and hearing her speak his praises. Letting his actions speak for him.

He watched them in the mirror, loving how she looked from behind, holding his body while they connected. Seeing his large hands hold her body, as if she belonged to him. As he towered her, the site of them became his favorite thing.

When Bonnie's discomfort became pleasure, he picked up the speed and fed her body everything.

After a quick session, he gave her body what she needed, and the two of them peaked together. Breathing each other's air heavily, and coming down together. Bonnie's orgasms were dependent on Damon's patience. And he made sure to give her what her body needed. She'd never be disappointed in him, sexually. He'd make sure of it. Damon held her and just watched her sweat drenched chest while she caught her breath. He gripped Bonnie's whole body, owning it. His hands clasped into the skin of her back and he watched in the mirror as his fingers scratched across her skin, gripping her skin, then he whispered once more in her ear. "Mine."

Neither of them wanted to leave his secret hideaway or go back in town today. When she came down, he kissed her body all over, loving her body in its entirety. He ended the kisses at her forehead.

"Take a shower with me." Something he didn't ask of Rose. It was usually the moment he needed Rose to leave his bunker. But, it was Oman intimate invite for Bonnie to stay.

"Okay."

"I want you to know that last night, when I was inside of you, and I said I love you..."

"Yeah?"

"I meant it. And, I don't need you to say it to me, just because I said it. You'll say it when you're ready. But I love you. And I don't intend on fucking letting you go by any choice of my own. You understand? You're my girlfriend. I love you. And anything, I mean, ANYTHING... YOU NEED, from this point on, I GOT YOU."

Bonnie nodded quietly.

"You need to understand me? Not James, not Cel, not Abby. I got whatever you need. Just ask me. Necessitate dinero? Me. Your fucking car having problems? Me. Someone fucking with you? Me. You will want for nothing. I got you. Clothes, and shit... me. Don't go to him, EVER AGAIN for shit. I may not have his money, baby. But your man ain't broke. I got chips stacked and I can take care of you. Lo prometo."

"Estás hablando, español, ahora?"

"Not really." He laughed. "Tu sabes sé un poco."

"I didn't know you knew any Spanish."

"I don't know much."

"Cuanto Hablas?"

"What?"

"How much you speak?"

"Muy poco, Baby. Very little." He laughed making her laugh too. "Not much. Okay? But the important thing to know is, I got you. And, when you're ready, and you feel it, no pressure, those words will come naturally. Just know I love you, and I need you to just trust in me."

"I trust you. A hundred percent completely. Papi?"

"Yeah Baby?"

"Just... Don't let me down."

"I won't. Everything, that I do, believe me when I say, is for you and your protection. Whether you see it in the moment or not. You believe me?"

"I do."

"Just promise me, you won't forget that ever."

"Lo prometo, Papi."

"Good. You as sleepy as I am?"

"Yes. Can we sleep all day? I never sleep anymore."

"Yeah. We have the whole weekend together. And no one can find us. We can stay here, and we can just eat, sleep, and fuck."

"Papi?" He made her blush, but she'd be lying if it wasn't all she wanted anyway.

"What? I'm being honest. You have awakened this beast baby. He's more dangerous now than ever before."

"Okay..." she grinned. "I have no issue with that. But first, more food, then a nap?"

"You read my mind. Breakfast in bed or... do you wanna learn how to make a veggie omelette, Miss non-meat eater?"

"You can cook? Besides pizza?"

"Baby, there's so much you still don't know. Come on. Let's go down to the restaurant and get some fresh veggies."

"They'll see us."

"Nah. I gave them a paid weekend off."

"Wait. Wait... you own the restaurant too?"

"James ain't the only guys who owns shit. Baby, a man's legacy is what he does while he's on this Earth and what he leaves behind. My money, may not be his money, but my money has money."

"I don't get it."

"Just know you don't have to worry. I got you."

"So, you gonna tell me why you own a restaurant that we've been coming to for months and barely telling me?"

"Let's shower first."

Damon ran the water and stepped in while it was cold then let it get hot on his body. Bonnie thought he was crazy for taking his shower that way, but she waited until it warmed up. He held his hand out to her and helped her in, as his shower water always got very hot.

She knew this weekend would be all about exploration.

His body exploring hers and hers exploring his. Her brain may take a complete break. Especially if he had some more Lavender.

As she stepped in, she was met with his soft blue eyes. As soft as they could be for piercing her soul to its core. When he stare at her, she didn't know how to react. She was still nervous about them seeing each other naked with all the lights on, but the night before they had been lit up. Every part of him on every part of her.

This tattooed man, this inked savage. As their eyes connected without interruption, his hands began to lather her body slowly. And all she could do was feel what he felt like under the water. Bonnie, suddenly didn't mind staring him in the eyes, since it was easier than looking at how much of his naked body he had to offer. His confidence, his beauty, was intimidating.

But her small fingers crawled up his arms and felt every rise of his skin. Where he'd been inked or even scarred. She looked around and stare at every puzzle piece of his marked body.

"You're beautiful Papi." Her breath caught in her throat, feeling emotional again. "I'm fucking amazed."

He continue to stare at her with such an Intimate gaze, it had her swallowing her words. Love didn't come as out as easy for her, but, a sudden surge in emotions did. "I don't want to lose you. Ever. You understand that. I've tried to fight falling for you, but... I think somewhere deep down, I always... Lo..." she couldn't do it. He was too special. She couldn't lose him, so she didn't say "LOVE" because it would mean he'd be taken from her. "I want to keep you forever. I don't wanna lose you."

Her small hands crawl up to his face, as he let her speak to him uninterrupted. He just held her and watched her.

"You mean everything to me."

He could feel the emotions behind her words were deeper than she allowed to show. And he felt her wanting to say "Love" but being unable to. And he understood. Because he understood her. And he felt how she felt. He, for once in his life, was so connected to another human being that he felt her and her emotions and the words she wanted to say but couldn't. He grabbed her body tighter and held it, "I know. And you won't lose me."

Water beaded up at his lips watching her hold back tears.

Six months ago this girl was all attitude and all lip. She knew everything and she couldn't be told shit. A year ago she was sweet as pie. She was the same girl no one ever fucked with because of who her brother was.

And now she was a bundle of nerves. Having hidden all her pain and anger inside until six months ago, letting it all come out at once. Much of it, let out on Damon. But they'd definitely grown so much. He was patient with her. He was hard on her but he was careful with her. He helped her understand herself better as she taught him about himself. He held her when she fought him. He didn't let go no matter how hard she pushed. He proved that she was worth fighting for. She was worth every minute spent. Every argument. Every slap to his face. Every harsh judgement. And every single missed phone call while she was hiding from him.

Bonnie was worth every single bit of patience he had.

Because underneath the pain and the rainy clouds was this sunflower, waiting for the sunlight to return. Waiting for the blue skies, his eyes, to set her free. To give her the open acceptance he gave her. She felt like a weight was lifted off of her. And he did that. He freed her of those awful chains that held her back. The mental anguish which blocked that smile from lighting up an entire field of grass, or dried concrete highway, or even a dessert filled with sand.

She was strong, and could endure.

All she needed was a little nurturing, and he gave it to her.

"I'm never going to be too far."

"I- I was in pain for so long. I couldn't think straight. And one day, it just hit me. I was so angry. Just so fucking mad at everyone. And... I wanted to be this bad ass doing my thing. But, it still hurt deep down. It all still hurt. So, I allowed myself to do the coca. Why not? I thought. It made me feel better it made me feel free. It made me, feel like someone else. And I thought I loved it."

Bonnie paused, while he let her speak. She took a deep breath and as he held her she continued to speak.

"It was a feeling I hadn't had since... honestly I'd never had that feeling. But I wanted desperately to feel the way I felt when my father was alive. I wanted to feel that feeling."

"And did it work?"

"No. I didn't feel myself. Every time I did I was watching myself from the outside and I told myself I was stronger than that. It was so numbing. But, it was easy. Easier than facing you everyday. And how much you forced me to think. Easier than my absent relationship with my momma. Easier than the dysfunction of me and Cello. And easier than realizing my father will never come back, Lexi was moving on, Stefan was lost to the club, and I would never know what it meant to love someone."

"It's just easy, Baby. But easy doesn't mean, good."

"I know. Then you came along and everything changed. When we finally, got along, I felt that feeling again. Like when I was a little girl. Happy. Important. Loved. Protected. I felt the things he made me feel."

"Who?"

"My Papi."

"Why?"

"Because of you. Only it was different. Not the way a father loves his daughter, but the way a man would do anything to see me happy and to protect me. You brought back this, thing I thought I loss. This feeling of being so important and so special, that I was worth something more."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Worth fighting for."

"You're worth it. Whatever comes with loving you." Bonnie's eyes teared up. She continued holding his face as he held her body.

"But you, you are the only man- person for that matter, to put me before the club. YOU, are the ONLY one. And I'm eternally grateful for the way you've loved me."

Damon moved in on her face and kissed her. What else could be said? He didn't need her I love you. He finally got her understanding. And as long as she understood him, he knew she felt the same thing he felt.

...

...

"So, you worked here for a Summer?"

"Yeah. The owner knew my ma. And when I got that DQ in the ring, and was banned form boxing professionally for a year, my ma made me do something else that would teach me patience and make me learn how to control myself. She thought cooking was that lesson I had to learn."

"Savage Sal can make Italian food. I'm thoroughly impressed." She smiled.

"Well, fuck! I burned pizzas all summer." He laughed. Bonnie fell backwards laughing. "I did. The owners were really patient with me. I had the worst temper. But, somehow, they had patience. And after it was all said and done, I came back every year, and got better. Even after I was doing my underground fighting."

"So, what made you buy them out?"

"The owners wife got very sick and all his money went to her medical bills."

"Oh no."

"Yeah. And for a couple years he mourned her absence because she was practically on bed rest. He wouldn't put her in a facility. He was with her always. They had the kind of Love that made me realize love did exist outside of the club. I just knew with my life, I'd never have it. But if one day, I could touch it, I wanted it to be like what they had."

"Wow. That's, beautiful, Papi."

"When I was like eighteen, I was making enough money. Even if I gave so much of it to the club. I saved enough to buy the Mancini's out when they were losing it. I told Carlos he could relax. Spend time with his wife and I would make sure they restaurant stayed afloat. I let his entire family stay on."

"Papi, that's very-"

"No. Don't compliment that. For me it was the least I could do. This family took this bad ass kid in every summer and taught me lessons about family I couldn't learn from the club. Ya know? My pop and me, aren't very close. Never have been. Mr. and Mrs. Mancini were like parents to me. They became family. You know how we are with family. I had a loyalty to them. That was keeping this restaurant in their family name and letting their kids and grandkids stay employed and have partial ownership rights. After the Mancini's passed-"

"They both died?"

"Yeah, eventually she of cancer. And he of sadness. He wanted to be with his wife. and they loved their kids enough to leave this earth less than a year apart. That's love. That's... real love."

"Wow. That's, heartwarming and sad at the same time."

"Yeah, it is. So, I come in every couple weeks to check on shit, but I basically let them run it all. So, there you have it. And now I can cook and I can fight. And I have fun with guns."

"You sound like anything you put your mind to you conquer."

"Well, I put my mind to you, didn't I?"

He had a point. He had patience with her. He learned her. He studied her and became the master of her.

"That, you did."

"And, you're my family."

"Yeah. We are family."

"Nothing will ever change who we are to each other. Even under God, we're family."

"Don't remind me, God brother." She laughed.

Ooh I banged my sister..." He joked.

"Don't even joke like that. We- just no." She laughed.

"Ahh our parents will get a kick outta that shit one day, huh?"

"You mean if we can ever tell them?"

"We will. I don't intend on keeping this a secret past graduation for you."

That was a subject matter for a different day. The headache associated with them coming out was too much to bare right now as the weekend was still considered perfect.

"So... are you gonna tell me about why you hide fighting from the club? Since it got them so much money back then?"

"Well... you want the truth or the sugar coated version of it?"

"Both."

"Sugar coated version- I, was the club's bread winner. Me. And mother fuckers started slacking on their jobs relying on my wins. I stopped because, I became the enforcer."

"Wait! Wait... Becoming enforcer got you out of fighting? So, you went into handling people and killing them to keep from fighting?"

"Basically."

"Papi, that's not good. You never wanted to be a killer. You made it seem like you wanted to-"

"No. I said it was easy. And it was easier than the real reason I quit fighting." He said bluntly.

"Fine. Now don't sugar coat shit, give me the real deal. Why'd you quit?"

"Okay, real talk, uhh- my pops was basically abusing my skills to make the club money. He had me fighting at first, maybe once a week or twice a month. Eventually, I was fighting three times a week and it moved to like, twice a day. I was fighting so much, I wasn't a real person. I was a fucking machine. Fighting without breaks. Winning 50 G's here and 100 G's there. The money went to the club. Split between everybody. I was only walking away with five percent of my wins. I was getting broken ribs, and busted eyes. Do you remember one year I was gone during the holiday parties? Probably not." He thought.

"Yeah. That was when Stefan was sleeping over a lot. Because your dad was always gone. And your mom...?"

"My Mom and dad separated for a while. She couldn't handle the fighting. But my pops wouldn't put a stop to it. She wanted to take me, but he threatened her. And I couldn't dessert Stefan. So I stayed for Stefan, plus... you and Cel. So, I kept fighting. Anyways, I was in the hospital that year. Pop didn't wanna tell nobody so, he let my mom take me to her parents house for a couple months to heal. That's when I ended up stopping. I dropped out of school that year. I was fifteen or sixteen. I came back, and told them I'd be an enforcer. I couldn't fight no more. And Gino told my pops I needed a break before I had permanent head damage."

"Oh my God, Papi. I'm... sorry. That's fucking awful."

Bonnie wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

"It's alright. I came back with no feeling. I just wanted to be numb. I didn't want to feel shit. So, I became a ruthless killing machine. Did nothing but drugs, because I got started on prescription shit, and it moved to white. I mean... Why not? So, it made it easier to kill without remorse. I had done it before. Ya know? And I did that shit up until two years ago... maybe a year and a half."

"Now it's Cello?"

"Yeah."

"Papi, you don't have to be a killer. You don't have to be this machine. We can leave. When I'm eighteen. We can disappear."

"I can't just go."

"Yes you can! Why not!" She became angry.

"Because Baby, Cel And Stefan. I can't leave them in the care of Vin. That mother fucker is sneaky. He's more loyal to himself than anyone."

"Got damn. It's never ending. I was right. The club is bad for you, me, we can't stay. My brother, Stefan... Papi, we have to figure something out."

"I owe you some money. Remember I told you I'd give you money every couple weeks to put up, then we had a several fights and I stopped. Well, I kept putting it aside anyway to give you. I have some money in my bunker I've been putting up for you."

"I saw it. Three clips of money."

"No. Four. Should be close to six grandS $1,500 each."

"Papi, I saw three clips."

"No. It should be four in a box. I know I don't count it every day, but six grand has been put to add to our money at your house."

"Papi, I remember distinctly. Three clips. Because I thought, why would he have this money in here where anyone can steal it?"

"Because Baby, no one goes in my bunker when I ain't there." My shits in a lock box."

"The box wasn't locked."

"Baby, don't fuck with me." He warned.

"Why would I?"

"Well I guess I gotta bring my shit out here. I'll check when I get back."

Bonnie kept an arm wrapped around him as he rubbed his forehead with his hand. "Papi?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not just some machine. You're a real person. A good person. The Mancini's, the Shelter, the Boys And Girls club's..."

He smiled at the thought, but his truth told him otherwise. He knew she would see the best in him at this point. Even if he didn't see it in himself.

"No. I'm not. But the fact that you see better, is all that matters. I don't care how other people see me. Just you."

Bonnie felt all kinds of emotions for him. "To think how harshly I judged you. How much I actually thought I hated about you, or the things I thought about you being an asshole. I'm sorry. Papi, I'm sorry for ever judging you. You didn't deserve the life you had as a teenager. It was rough. No wonder you're so mature and cautious."

"Can I admit something to you?"

"Yeah. Anything."

"I didn't care about my life, until six months ago. When I picked you up from that varsity game. That night, I knew I needed you, in some way. And, look where we are. You're the love of my life, and you make life worth living."

Bonnie crawled back to him again, and crawled over his lap. One leg at a time, she straddled him and sat face to face. "Everything you are, is everything I need. And as long as you got me, Papi... I got you. Believe that. You have my back I have yours. No matter what."

Damon's hands crept slowly around her waist and his eyes trailed from her breast to her face. "No matter what?"

"No matter what."

"Ditto kiddo." Slowly his lips made their way back to hers and they embraced, tenderly.

Bonnie made Damon feel alive, and he made her feel loved. Two people, who both were awaken by the other. Her once feeling unloved and him once feeling robotic, and they were both now, feeling loved and alive.

What could be better?

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I have to first say Thank you. I never And I mean NEVER THOUGHT I'D EVER HAVE ANOHER STORY WITH A RESPONSE anywhere close to BLACK VELVET! This story is on its way to pass that possibly. And I really love and appreciate the support y'all have given me. Thank you from the bottom of my BAMON shipping heart! This is fucking amazing! Especially with y'all patience as I navigate working, writing and planning my daughter's fourth birthday.

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I know I said there'd be some Marcel this chap, but, it didn't feel right sharing this chapter with anyone. I just wanted all BAMON scenes. I hope y'all liked it. Thanks for reading. I don't wanna say too much about this chapter. Because it's just meant to be read more than once. :) And there was so much amazing bamon moments. What did y'all think? A lot happened between Bamon. Damon was no joke, but in the end, he softened. And she couldn't handle the vulnerability, it embarrassed her. But it all helped them to connect and show this tender side of Bamon, which hasn't come about much in this story. They had two separate "experiences" this chapter. And also a lot was revealed emotionally from Bonnie and Damon helping them to really bond and connect through their pasts.