"You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how." - Margaret Mitchell
4. Memory Lane
She was dreaming. Damon was softly kissing his way down her body, gentle, loving. It was incredibly realistic, she could feel his lips on her skin, could feel his tongue tasting her, his teeth tugging teasingly at the piercing on her navel. He licked her hip bones, tongue swiping from one to the other, and she moaned softly.
Making his way down, she could feel his breath across her flesh, could feel his fingers spreading her open, before he dove in with a groan.
Thea's eyes popped open with a loud moan, hands falling down and tugging gently at his hair, before threading through it. "God, Ace…" she murmured, eyes rolling back with pleasure. He stopped, raised his head, until she found herself staring at twin ice-blue eyes, glistening with mischief.
"Morning Angel," he whispered.
She smiled softly, "Are you gonna continue, or just leave me hanging?"
He raised a teasing brow, lips still wet from her, before raising himself above her, leaning on his forearms. Dropping his head, he kissed her languidly, tracing the contours of her mouth with his own. She could taste herself on him, and she couldn't help but find the action erotic. Pulling away, he said, "I have a better idea," before he slowly sunk into her.
They both groaned simultaneously, pleasure spreading through their bond, feeding off of each other. Hands gipping onto his hips, she pulled him into her, matching his rhythm thrust for thrust.
His hand slipped between them, circling her clit slowly, and she fell over the cliff. Not suddenly, or aggressively, but as gentle as a breeze. Whimpering his name, he stilled above her, before he groaned "I love you," against her lips.
Thea smiled, saying it back, before she kissed him more thoroughly.
"Feel free to wake me up like that every morning," she whispered against him.
"That I can do."
She moaned softly as he pulled out of her, the action highly tantalising against her still sensitive flesh, before she rolled into his arms, head against his heart.
"Five more minutes before we go back to the real world?" He asked softly, sending his love to her, making their bond thrum with it.
Thea nodded, pressing a kiss against his slick skin, "Five more minutes before we go back to the real world," she agreed.
—
They found Elena seated at a table alone in the grill, the Petrova book open in front of her. Damon smirked at the sight, and began pulling the witch in her direction, ignoring her aggravated sigh in response. Honestly, she just wanted to spend some time with her blood-bonded, sans drama and El's particular brand of entitlement.
Stopping in front of the girl, he waited until she'd raised her gaze before he asked, "So, this is where you spend your time when you're not stabbing people in the back."
Elena narrowed her eyes angrily, before retorting in a haughty tone, "I tricked you into telling me the truth, that's not stabbing you in the back, it's using your own tactics against you."
"Well, that's a pretty way of saying the exact same thing." Snarked the blood-witch, raising her brows.
The brunette turned to her and smiled sadly, "I hope you won't be angry at me for too long—"
"I'm not. This is literally between you and Ace, and I categorically refuse to involve myself. We've got more than enough problems." She interrupted with a small laugh.
"Well, anyway," she human girl turned to Damon and said, "I made myself clear, Damon. I want nothing to do with you."
She began leaving, before he interrupted her again, "Okay. See you at Jenna's barbecue."
Stopping, she turned to him with a confused frown, "How did you know about Jenna's barbecue?"
"It was my idea. Jenna went to high school with Mason Lockwood so I figured a social gathering would be a good way to get to know the guy. So I told Ric to tell Jenna and since Thea's automatically invited…"
"Does Jenna know that you're going to be there because she's not exactly a fan of yours."
"I'm Thea's date, so she's warming up to me. Plus, we're getting some peach cobbler, hopefully it'll pave the way."
"What are you up to?"
Rolling her eyes, the blood witch answered, "He wants to stick some silver into Mason Lockwood to prove he's a werewolf, even though I told him that it's most likely a myth." Turning to her boyfriend, she added, "Are we going to stand here arguing with El the whole time, or are you getting me the lunch you promised?"
Damon laughed, turning away form the human and throwing his arm over Thea's shoulder, leading her to a table, "Lunch then. So are we thinking burgers or hot-dogs?"
—
A couple of hours later, the two were making their way into the Gilbert kitchen. Watching as the three adults in there clinked their shot glasses together, before downing them.
"Sorry we're late," announced the girl with a smile, heading towards Jenna and dropping a kiss to her cheek, "We were having lunch."
"No worries, we just got started," stated the red-haired woman, handing Thea her glass, "here, I know you can handle yourself." She said, before walking out, ignoring Damon's presence.
"Yeah, she doesn't like me very much." He stated with a forced smile.
"We haven't met. Mason Lockwood." Said the werewolf, giving his hand to Damon.
"Oh sure. Damon Salvatore."
"I know. I heard great things about you."
"Really?" Retorted the blood-witch with a smile, before elaborating, "Cause he's a dick." Giggling slightly at the look on Damon's face, as well as the amusement that spread through their bond, she gave Mason a handshake, saying, "Thea Montgomery. If you happen have any dirt on Tyler, I'm all ears."
The man laughed, promising he'll think it through, and Thea sent him a winning grin, before turning back to her boyfriend and pecking him on the cheek, "I'm gonna go see Care, I think she just got here."
He pulled her back to him before she left, and pressed his lips into hers hungrily. Pulling away, he whispered, "Alright, love you," against her.
"Me too," she mumbled, chuckling at his possessive nature. She gave him one final kiss, before walking out of the kitchen and onto the porch, where she could hear her two friends talking.
Caroline was devouring a bag of chips, saying, "God! I cannot stop eating. Stefan says it's a great way to sublimate the cravings. It's horrible just fighting the urge for blood every minute of every day."
Elena nodded in understanding, "I know that Stefan really hates that part of himself."
"Yeah and he hates that you're a constant temptation."
At those words, Thea raised her brow questioningly. This was unlike Caroline, to attempt getting in between El and Stefan in such a sneaky way. It was too manipulative and subtle, something she would do. And the only person around who thought in a manner similar to her, was Katherine.
The blood-witch sighed to herself, so Care's been compromised. That would change things, at least until she figured out what Katherine was holding over her, and remove the threat. She was probably the vampiress' pawn in their game of chess. Dispensable, but only her first move. It was meant to rattle them, but ironically enough, it only served to strengthen the blood-witch's determination to win the game. She was much smarter than Katherine gave her credit for, and besides, she'd turned her sister, it was only fair to have her revenge in some manner.
Taking a seat beside the two, she interrupted Care as she said, "The desire to rip out your jugular every time he's with you? Trust me, it's there. It's why I had to break up with Matt."
"Yes well, he's got a century or so over you, in terms of learning how to control himself, so I think he's fine."
Looking at Elena, she added, "Jenna's looking for you inside, so you should head in. I think the food's just about ready."
El nodded, walking in, before. The blonde stood up to follow with a, "Finally, I'm starving."
But Thea's next words stopped her in her place, "Is she threatening to kill Matt or your mom?"
"What?" She whispered in shock.
"Katherine. Did she threaten your mom or Matt? They're the two people who mean the most to you, so it's gotta be one of them."
"Tee…I can't…" she whimpered, her entire demeanour shifting to paralysing fear. Thea walked to her, wrapping her in her arms, as she whispered, "Just nod against my shoulder for yes. Is she threatening Matt?"
Nod.
"Did she tell you to break-up Stefan and Elena?"
Another nod.
"Did she also ask you to relay any information or spy on us for her?"
One more.
"Okay, I'm gonna put a spell on you, to prevent you from leaking any important info you might hear. But you'll have to be able to fake knowing anything else you hear, regardless of whether it's true or not. Can you do that, bear?"
The blonde hesitated, and Thea whispered, "I can't guarantee you'll be kept in the loop otherwise, and it's too dangerous for you not to know, so can you act Caroline? Can you make her think she'd finding the info she needs?"
Finally, the blonde nodded. The blood-witch sighed in relief, before tearing at the inside of her wrist with her nail. At the scent of her blood, the vampire stiffened, but she reassured her, "DOn't worry. I won't let you hurt me. I just need some blood to spell you."
Thea closed her eyes and envisioned a mental wall in Caroline's mind, one that would keep any important information from getting out to Katherine. She fortified it as much as she could, made it as impenetrable as her magic allowed, before she pulled away, wiping her finger under her nose, removing the small amount of blood that had trickled there.
"Is it done?'
She nodded, swaying softly on her feet. Care's arms caught her, and she chuckled slightly, "I'm still a tiny bit weakened, but it's okay. I'm perfectly alright now."
Looking at her sister, she said, "I'm gonna have to let Damon and the others know, but don't worry. Nothing or no one is going to hurt you, I swear it on my family's graves. I'll keep you safe bear. I promise."
—
She'd dragged Damon to privacy outside as soon as she could. He needed to know this newest development, and beside, their relationship was built on honesty and communication, she wasn't about to ruin that.
"Any particular reason you dragged me off into the forest Angel? You couldn't have any dishonourable intentions, could you?" He smirked as soon as they were far enough from the house.
Thea smiled softly, but it dropped as she remembered why they were here. "Care's been compromised." She said.
"What do you mean, compromised?"
"Katherine got to her, threatened to kill Matt if she didn't do her bidding."
Shock, followed swiftly by anger crossed his face, before he turned to her and asked, "And how do you know that, exactly? Can't imagine the bitch informing you of her plans in advance."
"If only, but no." She chuckled softly, before continuing, "I figured it out. Care was being sneaky and way more subtle that usual, trying to sow doubts about Stefan in Elena's mind. It was borderline devious, the things she was saying. So I realised they weren't her words, but those of the other devious bitch we know."
"So, what are we going to do? We can't tell Caroline anything, otherwise Katherine will also know."
"Fixed that too. I spelled a wall in Care's mind, one that wouldn't let any important information slip to Katherine. She's gonna have to give her something, but it'll be inconsequential at most. But she can't be ignorant of what's happening, that's too dangerous."
She could feel his admiration and love through the bond, pulsing between them. He was proud of her, for acting on her feet and figuring out a solution to their problem. Stepping closer, he hooked his finger under her chin, and raised her face to his, "You've solved everything then. Why are you telling me?"
Thea smiled softly, kissing him quickly on the chin, before she answered, "because we're honest and we don't keep secrets. I just wanted you to know."
His head dipped, before his lips pressed against hers passionately. Love flowing between them, strengthening their connection, marking their souls as one and the same.
"I love you," he panted against her, eyes shining with his words. Thea smiled into his lips, pressing against them once more, before she responded in tandem, "I love you too, Ace."
—
The blood-witch was in the kitchen, pulling the pie they'd gotten out of the fridge, when familiar arms wrapped lovingly around her waist, and a face nuzzled into her. Giggling slightly, she leaned her head back against him, giving him more access to her skin, which he proceeded to pepper with kisses.
"You win the game, or did Mason figure out all your badly drawn wolf puns?" She breathed, before biting her lip.
"What do you mean 'badly drawn'? I'll have you know I am an artist of the highest caliber, Angel." He murmured into her.
"Ace, sorry to tell you, but based on what I've seen today, you're about as good as a 6 year old with a box of crayons." He didn't seem to appreciate that comment, as his lips slotted more firmly against her pulse, and began sucking the skin with abandon.
Thea whimpered in a low voice, feeling her stomach clench with need. Reaching behind her, she threaded her hand through his raven locks and tugged, whispering, "We're in public, Ace. You can't just start something you've no hope of finishing."
"Oh, I intend on finishing it alright. But you're correct," he pulled away, hands reaching for the pie she was still holding and placing it on the table behind him, "this isn't the place. Beside, we're about to have company."
The girl sighed, before turning to him with a slight frown, "Are you just going to be teasing me all day, or is this leading up to something I don't know?"
Smirking, he replied, "It's leading."
"To?"
His smirk widened, before she felt a wave of desire crash into her. Biting her lip, she shut her eyes and held on to the countertop tightly, attempting to remain steady on her feet. His voice suddenly came from behind her, breath washing teasingly over her skin as he whispered in her ear, "You made a deal, back at the carnival, that I get complete control. I'm just cashing it in today."
Her eyes, popped open, widening slightly, but before she could answer, Elena walked into the kitchen, saying, "Will you stop plying Aunt Jenna with alcohol? She's getting tipsy!"
Damon shrugged casually, his arms coming to wrap around the raven-haired girl's waist as he answered, "I want her to like me."
Elena sighed, before inquiring, "How's operation Lockwood?"
"He's my new BFF." He answered sarcastically, as his hands pulled Thea's hips stealthily into his own.
She could feel him against her, hard and long, pressing into her behind in the most tantalising of ways. He thrust against her, minutely, an action so small, that no one could discern the movement except for her, because she felt it.
Her abdominal muscles tensed at the action, and she swallowed the moan that wanted to crawl out of her throat. He was driving her crazy. Wild with need, delirious with desire. It was intoxicating and frustrating and oh so incredible.
Suddenly, Jenna walked in with a wide smile, "There you are. Isn't this fun?"
Thea smiled happily, before she replied, "Yeah. Thank you so much for inviting me and letting me bring Damon."
The red-headed woman grinned back, saying, "Well, I may not like him, but he clearly thinks you shot the sun out of your ass, so…"
The blood-witch giggled happily, before stopping abruptly as she felt his hips gyrating into hers once more.
"I know what you must think about me." He said in answer, his tone completely casual, as though he wasn't driving her to the brink of insanity with every second.
Jenna snorted sarcastically, "No, you don't. You've never dated you; I have dated many you's. You better not hurt her, because if you do, I've got a knife with your name on it."
"Now why would I kill the one person I love most in the world?" He replied smoothly, but Thea could feel the honesty in his words, could feel the love he held for her crashing into her in waves.
Rolling her eyes at them, the brunette girl handed her aunt a knife from a set in one of the drawers, and Damon pointed it out with interest, "These are fancy."
The woman nodded, saying as she walked away, "Thanks. My mother's silver set."
At her words, Thea leaned her head back against him, before whispering conspiratorially, "New bet. If you're correct, and silver is his kryptonite, you get a carte blanche for the next week, but if you're not, you have to take me on a proper, fancy date."
"Deal." He whispered back, sliding his hands sneakily beneath the hemline of her dress, and running his fingers up her thighs, coming to a stop over the skin of her behind. Rubbing it softly, he gave it a decisive squeeze, before pulling away, and heading towards the door, turning to her a grinning, "Well come on then Angel. Time for me to win that bet."
—
Damon was attempting to prove his point with Mason, intending to get him to handle the silver knife. Thea was almost one-hundred percent sure it wasn't going to work, that it was just a myth, kind of like vampires and garlic. But she'd let him do his thing for now, and she'd win the bet.
The blood-witch was currently sitting on the living room couch, looking up all the fancy restaurants within a ten mile radius of Mystic Falls. She was feeling French, but would not turn down some Italian either. Honestly, she just wanted to go on a date with her blood-bonded, someplace that wasn't the Grill. She wanted to dress-up, put some makeup on, and bust out her sexiest pair of lingerie. She wanted wine and candlelight, and soft piano music, and if there happened to be a slow dance involved, all the better.
"What are you looking at?" Care's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she turned to her sister as she took a seat beside her on the couch.
"I have a bet going with Damon, and if I win, which I will, he has to take me on a fancy date. So I'm just looking for places around." She replied with an impish grin.
"Wine and dine, huh? Good, it's about time you tow went someplace that isn't the Grill."
"Right? Plus, I just want a reason to bust out my favourite underthings. And what better excuse than 'we're going to a fancy romantic dinner together' to wear some garters and stockings?"
The two girls giggled together, before Caroline asked in a low voice, "Did you tell Damon about everything?"
Thea nodded, "Yeah. I told you, the reason him and I work so well is because we don't keep secrets. We're honest with each other, fully and completely."
Care smiled, before continuing, "And are you going to tell Elena and Stefan?"
"Yeah, but not now. I want to know where Stef's been all day first, and then I'll let them know. More importantly though," she placed a soft hand on her friend's shoulder, before asking in a concerned tone, "Are you okay, bear?"
The blonde nodded, replying, "Yeah, for now. I'm just scared of seeing her again later. But I have complete faith in you and your witchiness, so I know she's not gonna get anything important out of me." Growing quiet for a minute, she then wondered, "Why did you tell me, anyway? Why do you want me to be aware so much?"
The blood-witch sighed softly, "because ignorance can and will get you killed. It's not bliss, its dangerous. Especially in the world we live in. You need to know everything so you're prepared for anything."
Caroline wrapped her in a hug, before the moment was interrupted by Elena's guilty sounding voice, "Would I be the worst friend in the world if I abandoned you two and went to Stefan's?"
"You want to leave?" Asked the blonde.
"It's just that he hasn't gotten back to me and I'm starting to get this bad feeling."
"I don't think that's a good idea, Elena."
"Damon and Tee have got it under control here."
Care sighed, before trying again, "Take it from me, there's nothing worse than a clingy girlfriend."
"Well, she's just concerned bear. If you're so worried, how about you drive her then?" Interrupted the raven-haired girl with a small smile, before nodding her head subtly at the blonde, informing her that she'll be alright and that the spell will hold.
Elena nodded in agreement, "Yeah, okay, that'll be great, thanks."
The two girls left then, heading out of the house, and Thea returned to her phone search. She still had a couple more restaurants to find, after all.
The adults all joined her soon in the living room, before Mason said with a winning grin , "No more takers for drinks at the Grill? It's like I'm with a bunch of adults here!"
Jenna snorted in reply, "I prefer the term 'role model'."
"Okay. Well, thanks for having me, it was awesome." Turning to Rick, the werewolf said, "Alaric, catch that game next week?"
"Yeah, I look forward to it."
Damon met Thea's eyes, before walking to her and pulling her up into his arms. The girl giggled happily, "Ace, put me down!"
He ignore her, and turned to the two remaining adults, who were smiling at the scene before them, "We should probably head out too. I've got a promise to keep to this one."
Walking to Jenna, he said, "Jenna, you are a wonderful hostess."
The woman replied with a small smile, "And you are a terrible artist."
"Trust me, that's not the only thing that makes him terrible!" Screeched Thea amidst a loud laugh. She suddenly found herself thrown over his shoulder, and she screamed, "Damon! I'm about to flash everybody you ass!"
His hand landed on her ass, smacking it softly, while ensuring that her dress didn't ride up. The girl laughed loudly, and he turned to Alaric with a large smile, "Alaric, let's not catch that game next week. For now, I've gotta take my girl home."
He turned on his heels, and began heading out the door. Thea could hear Rick and Jenna laughing at them, and she asked, "Are you going to put me down anytime soon?"
"Why? I have a great view from over here." He replied, as his hand began softly stroking the skin exposed to him. The girl sighed in slight pleasure, before saying, "So do I, ironically enough." She landed a smack against his butt, which was positioned right below her.
His grip around her tightened, and he whispered, "Hold on tight baby," before speeding them towards her house.
Opening the door, he placed her back on her feet in her living room, and she looked around with a grin, "Any particular reason we're back at my place, instead of the boarding house?"
"Yes," he whispered, stepping closer to her, "No one's here except us, and I want to see how loud I can make you scream."
Gulping, she asked him softly, "What do you have planned, Ace?"
"Do you trust me?" He whispered.
The girl nodded her head, but he simple asked again, "Do you trust me, Thea? I need your words."
"I do. With my life."
Suddenly, he'd sped to her, and picked her up. Cradling her against his chest, he began heading towards her bedroom.
Laying her on her bed, he turned to her and asked, "Where do you keep your scarves?"
"Third drawer on the left," she murmured, attempting to steady her breathing.
He nodded, and headed over there, he picked up five different pieces of cloths, before laying them beside her. Pushing her down softly, he said, "We don't need a safe word for anything like that. You just tell me to stop, and I will. Okay?"
"Okay," she whispered back.
He drew one of the scarves over her eyes, blinding her to her surroundings, as he mumbled, "I think you've seen enough now."
She could hear him walking around, could feel his presence like a second skin, but she couldn't see. She never knew how much she relied on her sight, until he'd deprived her of it. Everything was heightened, overly sensitised. She was all the more aware of how turned on she was, could feel the raw desire dripping through her, like melted candle wax.
His had grabbed her left wrist softly, fingers skating over the skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. He pressed a tender kiss against it, before it was wrapped in a scarf, immobilised to a certain degree. Thea tugged on the limb, and he stopped her, whispering, "It's not too tight, so you can still move. If I feel you beginning to get uncomfortable, I'll untie you baby, I promise."
She nodded softly, laying back into her pillows. He repeated the process with her other wrist, and her two ankles, laving them with soft, open-mouthed kisses each time.
She was spread open before him, limbs spread across her bed, legs laying open. She felt him tugging at the buttons of her dress, opening them softly, kissing each piece of skin that was revealed to him.
"God, Angel…" he groaned against her, once her underwear was revealed. It was nothing spectacular, at least according to her standards, but it was still sexier than your usual cotton ones. Black and satin, her bra cupped her breasts perfectly, pulling them up, and her thong was practically non-existent, barely tiny enough to cover her from his gaze.
"How attached are you to them?" He whispered against her chest.
The girl moaned loudly, muttering, "Not at all."
"Good." That was all the warning she got, before a loud ripping noise filled her ears, and she felt the cold air wafting over her breast, nipples perking up in response. Damon didn't waste any time, pulling one of them into his mouth immediately, and suckling it. He had grabbed her other breast, squeezing the flesh enticingly, tugging at its peak harshly.
Thea threw her head back, a loud sigh leaving her lips. It felt good, so good. Suddenly, he bit down with his blunt teeth, a sharp pain piercing her, only to be followed by waves of pleasure.
She moaned loudly, and could hear him mutter, "My girl doesn't mind a little bit of pain, then." His fingers replaced his mouth, before he switched sides. Licking, sucking and tugging with his teeth, before they came down with a harder bite, pulling up. He continued kissing his way down her stomach, stopping right below her ribs, She could feel his breath coasting over the skin, before his fingers began tracing it softly, "what does this one say?" He asked.
"Before the joy, comes the pain," she whimpered, voice fraught with need.
"Is it French?" He wondered, before his tongue began tracing the words.
She nodded her head, unable to speak. Too overwhelmed by her current situation, desire rippling through her every cell.
"Are there more I never noticed?"
Thea nodded again, but he pulled away, leaving her bereft. "Are there more, Angel? I need your words." He repeated, voice stern.
"Yes, yes there are more." She moaned, head shaking from side to side.
"I look forward to finding them, then." He said, before resuming his path down her body. He licked across her stomach, wetting the skin, before blowing on it gently and watching as goosebumps formed.
His mouth came to a stop right above the band of her panties, and she whimpered. She could hear him inhale deeply, before he said, "You always smell so good, but this," his fingers coasted gently over her covered centre, before he continued, "this is when your scent invades my mind. When all I can smell in the air is how wet you are, how wet I made you. How much you need me."
He began laying kisses on the fabric, tugging on it softly with his teeth, before his fingers hooked on either side, and he tugged up, leaving the material to press against her, to spread her open, yet keep her covered at the same time. She could feel his breath ghosting over her, could feel the slight stubble on his cheeks rasping against her, before his tongue came to probe, licking her from top to bottom.
She moaned so loudly, she almost missed his own groan, as he said, "You taste like candy. Like something so decadent, it should be forbidden." Tugging on the fabric, pushing the lace against her clit more aggressively, he added, "I need more," before he ripped right through it.
HIs mouth was everywhere. Tongue licking across her, sampling her. Teeth tugging at her lips teasingly, before letting go, only to resume the cycle over and over again. She thrashed her head, begging and pleading for him to do something, anything.
"Shh, Angel. I'm taking my time. I need to discover you, worship you." He whispered into her. Suddenly, he began flicking his tongue over her clit, quick and repetitive, and her mouth opened in a loud whimper.
"There we go, you like that then." He mumbled. "How about this?" He asked, before he pulled her nub into his mouth, sucking on it greedily. She nodded her head, the only words leaving her mouth were loud moans of his name. "You like that too, then."
His teeth descended, biting into it softly, tugging and pulling. Thea screamed "Damon! God…please.." She could hear him chuckling into her flesh, his breath eliciting tiny shivers from her.
"I'm just trying to find out what you like, Angel. Don't you want me to please you?" He asked in a teasing tone.
"I love it all, please Damon, please." She whimpered, hung between pleasure and pain, wild abandon and restless need.
"You love it all, huh? Does that include this?" He whispered, before his fingers plunged into her, curving up and thrusting. The girl screamed, nodding her head wildly. She felt like she couldn't breathe, like her beginning and end all hinged on one point, him, between her legs.
She was so lost in the sensations he was eliciting, that she only noticed his chuckling when he stopped. "I think I know what to do now, baby." He said. She could feel his lips smiling against her, and she gathered up enough breath to ask, "What?"
"Don't you worry. Just enjoy the ride." Was all he said, before the torment began again. Just as she was about to fall over the precipice, he stopped again. Tears of frustration were pearling at the corners of her eyes, and she whimpered.
Again, the same cycle kept repeating, until Thea felt like she was losing her mind. She was a mess at his mercy, begging and pleading with him to let her come, to not stop. But he ignored her pleas, continuing. Over and over again, until she heard him ask, "Do you want to come, Angel?"
"Yes!" she screamed, "yes, please Damon, I want to come, please." She moaned wildly, head shaking from side to side.
"Your wish is my command." He said, before he began pumping into her more vigourously. Fingers hooking inside her and pulling up. He was touching something different, reaching a place inside her he'd never hit before. His mouth wrapped around her clit, before he bit down, and she was lost. She came with a scream of his name, exploding all around him. She was falling into an abyss, into never-ending darkness, and he was the star lighting her way, waiting for her at the end. Catching her before she hit the ground.
When she opened her eyes, she was lying in the exact same position, legs spread apart, arms held above her head, but he'd removed the bindings and the blindfold. She moaned as she felt his fingers rubbing over her wrists, soothing the skin. "Do you know what happened?" He asked with a small smile.
Thea raised a brow, before saying, "Yes. I just had the best orgasm of my life. Why?"
"You made a mess, baby." He mused, before softly pulling her up, "look." Turning her gaze to the sheets, she found them soaked to the brim.
The girl giggled softly, saying,"Guess I can cross that off the bucket-list then."
Damon chuckled softly, laying his lips over hers in a passionate kiss, "It was the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed in my 160 somethings years on earth. You, coming apart because of me, for me."
"We're not done yet Ace," she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back, brows scrunched in confusion, "We're not?"
Thea pushed him back on the bed, straddling his hips as her hands landed on his belt, unbuckling it, "Nope. We most definitely are not," she whispered with a smile.
—
She was stirred from her sleep when she felt him shifting beside her, turning on her side, she noticed that he'd settled himself under her blankets, pulling her into him.
"Did you leave?" She mumbled groggily.
She could feel his slight chuckle coasting over her face, as he answered, "For a couple of hours. Really wore you out, huh?"
Thea giggled slightly, "Clearly, if I'm only just waking up now." Looking at him more directly, she asked, "Where'd you go?"
"To the grill. I had a theory to prove about our resident werewolf."
"And? Did I win the bet?" She wondered, raising an amused brow.
"You did. Pick the restaurant of your choice, and I'll wine and dine you." He replied, smirking.
She grinning victoriously, before adding, "What else happened? You're frustrated, I can feel it."
Damon sighed, wrapping his arms around her tighter, her head over his heartbeat, his laying contently over the top of hers. "I had an encounter with Katherine. She tried to get into my head, but it didn't work."
"It didn't? Why?" She whispered.
"Because I can feel how much you love me, everyday. I can't doubt something I physically feel, I can't doubt it when you trust me to know, to acknowledge your love every day."
"And do you? Acknowledge it, everyday?"
His fingers hooked around her chin, raising her lips to his own. He placed a gentle kiss against them, before replying, "I do. And I love you too, more than I ever thought I could."