Chapter 8 – Revelations Part II

Steph entered her apartment and immediately went for a blood bag, which seemed to calm her nerves. Once Damon arrived, she gave him one, too. He threw his jacket on the barstool.

After he finished, he looked at Steph and said, "You are going to sit down on that sofa and let me spoil you. Do you understand?"

She smiled, instantly calming down, and nodded.

"And, you're not going to say a word and you're going to trust me 100%. Right?"

She nodded again.

Damon went to the kitchen and made some hot tea. He brought her a cup and set his on the coffee table. He went over to her music system and selected a smooth jazz station (not something he normally listened to, but for her sake, he'd put up with it), then sat down next to her. They sipped their tea in silence, occasionally sharing glances with each other. After he finished, he motioned for her to put her legs on his lap. He began slowly massaging her calves, then moved to her feet.

Feeling completely relaxed and extremely impressed with his magic fingers, Steph asked Damon to tell her about Elena. He began with the first time he met her, then she soon heard about all the people he knew in Mystic Falls, the many battles he fought involving Katherine, Silas, Esther and the Original Family, especially Klaus, and his own brother. He found himself being more honest with her than he intended, even sharing his feelings about the day Rose died; Elena being the only other person he had ever told. As he spoke, little by little, he had moved closer to Steph, eventually pulling her onto his lap and partially unzipping her dress. He massaged her back, working on the few remaining knots in her muscles. He placed a few soft kisses on her spine, savoring the sweet scent of her skin. Once he finished his story, he helped her to stand, facing him, and he slowly pushed the dress off her shoulders, keeping his eyes fixed on hers, silently encouraging her to trust him. His eyes traveled down her body. Another lacy get-up. She does know how to torture me. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He enjoyed holding her close and feeling like the hero.

She nuzzled close to his neck, loving the scent of his expensive cologne. As he laid her down on her bed, she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was so gentle and sweet with her, even though he was in control the whole time. Who am I kidding? He means more to me than just a friend. I'm falling for him.

He slipped off his shoes and laid down next to her, propping himself up on his elbow. Speaking barely above a whisper, he said, "Now, I want you to close your eyes and try to fall asleep."

She looked up into his face, admiring his perfect features. The feelings swelled in her chest and the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

His eyes studied her for a second, then they closed and he took a deep breath. I know I'm in love with you, but I just can't say it. Not yet. Taking her hand and placing it on his heart, he looked at her once again and responded, "I think you already know what I'm feeling." He caressed her hair, then stroked her face gently, admiring her beauty and never wanting the moment to end. "And you also know how badly I want to make love to you right now."

Whatever happened that night six years ago doesn't matter. Right now, I want him and he wants me. It's time to take a chance and to hell with the consequences. "Then you should make love to me right now."

He saw a new admiration and desire that he had not seen before in her eyes. Everything he had held back exploded out of him as he kissed her passionately, pulling her body to him, running his hands over the lacy lingerie that was driving him wild. "This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" He ran his lips over the swell of her bosom. Her desire for him quickly overwhelmed her and she pulled him into a frantic kiss, eagerly accepting his tongue against hers. She frantically worked on unbuttoning his shirt and eagerly pushed it off his shoulders onto the floor. Running her hands over his bare chest felt amazing. He was toned and in perfect shape. With vampiric speed, her lingerie was removed before she realized it and his lips and hands were giving their full attention to every curve of her body. They continued their heated kisses until he managed to remove the rest of his clothing and scoop her up into his arms, slamming into the nearest wall.

Pressing against her, he slowed for a moment to caress her face and neck, savoring the feel of her velvety soft skin. Their eyes were locked and he silently asked once again if she was sure. There was no way he was going to move forward if she had any lingering doubts. Her eyes told him that she wanted this as much as he. She felt incredible to him as he held her voluptuous curves tight to his.

It was as if her whole body was on fire. So this is what vampire sex feels like. Absolutely mind blowing. She held tight to his frame, running her hand through his hair, savoring the silky softness of it. His beautiful eyes had taken on a darker shade of blue and she could see the intensity of his lust, which turned her on even more. He ran his lips over all the right places. She ran her nails over his shoulders, eliciting a grunt of delight from him. Then, he moved her back onto the bed where he continued driving her towards the point of no return. Both began to feel the blood lust as the veins appeared under their eyes. At that moment, Damon exposed his fangs and drove them into her neck, sending a new wave of pleasure and pain throughout her body. She could feel him drawing the blood from her, and at the same time pulverizing her body with his.

He savored the sweet taste of her blood as it flowed down his throat. They both held onto each other tightly as their bodies reacted to the intense pleasure in sweet waves until the crashing tide couldn't be held back any longer…

Once it was over, Damon rolled onto his back next to her, still breathing somewhat heavy. He looked over at his beautiful Stephanie, who gazed back at him with love in her green eyes. He motioned for her to come closer and she eagerly cuddled into his arms. He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, feeling very satisfied and happy. "Any regrets?"

"Just one – that I didn't let you take me the first night we met."

Damon grinned and looked down at her. "I could have told you I was an incredible lover, but it's so much more fun to show you…" He placed his lips on hers, savoring the feel of her tongue as it slowly entered his mouth. He trailed wet kisses down her neck, her chest, her belly…

After laying still for a moment, she still wanted more. She had never felt such desire take hold of her body. She pulled him to her, kissing him passionately, then rolled him onto his back. His eyes met hers with such intensity that Steph began to feel the veins under her eyes appear once again and she longed to taste him. He raised his wrist to her waiting lips and she began to drink, causing her lust for him to mingle with her lust for his blood. She moved her body on top of his, then let go of his wrist, savoring the feel of his blood running through her body.

They spent hours enjoying each other to the point of exhaustion. Steph gave him a satisfied smile. "That was…amazing. You are amazing." She gently touched the hair that fell gracefully over his forehead in admiration.

Damon loved the way she looked at him, with complete trust and love. "Congratulations on being one of the few women to wear me out. I don't know about you, but I am totally wiped."

"Me, too."

"But it was so worth it."

"Yes, it was." She gave him a final kiss, then closed her eyes. Feeling very satisfied physically and emotionally, they both fell asleep.