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My mind drifted over the betrayals we had faced over the years as I watched Carol being driven away from the Manor. She had looked grief-stricken and pained as they loaded her up. She had been pained as Damon had taken great time and skill to remove each memory that would have been positive during the time she was with us. He had threatened her with memory loss of certain times when she continued to resist telling him all she had told Klaus.

The manor had quieted as Tyler and Caroline had retreated to their rooms to deal with his grief. Ric had left the manor altogether while considering how best to proceed with the knowledge Klaus was coming. The Bennetts had retreated to the woods on the ground to heal their natural auras from the evil that had taken root in our home.

My eyes were closed when I felt Damon's tentative touch. His hand slid over my stomach to protect our child as his lips dropped to my shoulder. His mind was a mess of heartache as he considered the danger we had been in. He considered the concept of Carol's access to me and our child and his unflinching trust in her. He had betrayed me in his mind.

"You are a fool if you think so," I murmured. He stiffened but relaxed after a moment, his hands holding me to him tightly. "No one knew."

"I should have," he replied. "I should have seen it. I should have protected you.

"You did all you were supposed to," I replied. I turned to face him and kissed him gently, sliding my arms around his neck. His mind was shuttered as he wrapped his arms around me, light and gentle as if I was glass. That wouldn't do.

I shoved at him with full strength until he flew across the room onto the bed. He looked up at me as he braced his arms against the sheets. My hand raised and gestured quickly causing the sheets to wrap around his wrists.

"Elena?!" he exclaimed as the sheets pulled him to the posts at the corners of the bed. His body was taut with anticipation as he watched the sheets tighten into knots before slowing their movements. "How?"

"The baby lets me sometimes...I've been practicing," I replied, reaching behind me to loosen my dress. "Now you get comfortable."

His eyes dropped to my breasts as the dress pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it and folded it over the nearby chair. Half-naked I took my shoes to the closet while Damon struggled in earnest. His eyes met mine when I flew to the side of the bed. His blue eyes were stormy as he looked over my body in a soft caress.

"Do you remember that night before I left when you lost control?" I asked him softly. "The night before you bit me?"

"Yes," he replied as his eyes softened. "I apologized."

"I'm not mad silly," I replied. "I was thinking of the passion. You were so rough."

I straddled him, my legs sliding over the masculine musculature. His thighs were like granite covered in velvet as the light smattering of hair tickled my legs. My hands came to rest on his chest while my pregnant belly protruded over his stomach. His arms were pulled straight out above him and I couldn't help but run my hands over the veins and muscles displayed.

"What are you doing?" he breathed as I traced one vein up his arm. He breathed out in a rush when I ripped his shirt from him, throwing it to the floor in a heap.

"I'm making love to my husband," I replied as if it was obvious. "I plan to take my pleasure since he seems to think I'm made of glass."

"By all means," he whispered huffily as I leaned down to like his chest lightly. "God Elena!"

"You blood is racing through your veins," I whispered. "It smells...mouth-watering."

"Feed," he breathed. "Feed baby..."

"But then you'd like that," I said thoughtfully. "It's supposed to be for my pleasure after all."

His thighs flexed beneath me as he watched me with hooded eyes. His arms strained as he watched me, trying to escape the bindings. I smiled at him before leaning back to rip the bra from my body. His eyes flew to the exposed skin and I watched him lick his lips, his fangs extending slightly at the sight.

My hands moved to play where he watched, circling and plumping the sensitive skin until a moan escaped. I could feel him beneath me, straining to get where he wanted. Teasing Damon had always been difficult because of his dominant qualities. Provoking a caged animal was worse and I was hoping he'd lose his finely-honed control.

I slid my hand up to my neck, making sure Damon was riveted to the sight. As he looked on, I slid a nail down the skin allowing a line of blood to flow. One rebellious droplet inched down over my breast, dripping from the nipple to his stomach below.

"You're playing with fire," Damon murmured. "You should stop now."

"Maybe I want to burn," I replied. "If you can get out of them I'll let you do anything you want."

"Yeah?" He asked. With a great tug he ripped the head board in two, wrapping his sheet manacles around me. His teeth and lips fused to the line of blood, sucking voraciously until I was crying out in pleasure. His tongue slid temptingly down the line until he bit down harder to pull the blood from my breast.

"Damon!" I cried.

"Now," he whispered as he sealed the small wound. "I believe you want me to show you how rough I can be..."

"Please, please Damon," I moaned.

"After this we'll talk about Klaus," he said firmly. "Until then, you are my prisoner."

The last rational thought in my head was how the sheet manacles had been transferred to me and they were being affixed to the metal back of the headboard.

"Now, pleasure or pain?"

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So I'm back for the most part. Hopefully regular updates will resume but we'll see. I've been stuck for awhile on all fronts and even my original work has languished in the past few months. Life has been a bit stressful recently but hopefully it will smooth out by June.

Thanks for reading!