For just a moment, time seemed to have stood still.

For him, it certainly felt that way as he lied there, beneath her gorgeous body, as he listened to his very own heart beating ferociously within the confines of his rib cage.

Never has he ever felt the need to simply breathe more than he did at this moment.

It made him undoubtedly wonder, was he...human again?

Bennett magic twirled, coiled, enveloped his body in its strong embrace. Haloed in the early morning sunlight, he could feel the strength of the magic. Tangible in its power, inside and outside of him, as it squeezed him tight, but not to the point of pain. It felt...as if it were coaxing him but to do what, he was not sure.

There was only one thing that took his attention and held it more so than her magic and it was the sound of his heart. It thrummed so melodically in tandem with Bonnie's rhythmic beat. Strong and steady, shaking him to the core in utter disbelief.

Vampires' hearts simply did not beat. Not like this, like that of a living human being. When they go through transition, it slowed tremendously due to their human death finalizing. Even with human hearing, one could barely hear it. Not even with the use of a stethoscope could it be easily detected.

The only way it would or could resemble anything close to that of a normal human heartbeat was if a vampire fed and there were only one of two reasons as to why a human could ever be that physically close to a vampire to bear witness to it:

Blood and sex.

It was all a human could ever really be needed for when it came to his kind. Aside from other devious reasons. Obviously.

Human blood not only quenched a vampire's hungriness for blood but it also provided a vampire with what their bodies lacked: warmth, a heartbeat that carried a steady beat. Temporarily that is. It gave certain functions a human-like quality that was convenient when so close to one another.

Hence the reason why sex and blood taking went hand in hand for his kind.

Two birds with one stone and all of that is how he liked to think of it.

*o0o *

His body actually trembled. His internal temperature rising, making him so hot that he had beads of sweat rolling down his face and slickened his body as it buzzed and tingled in delight. Wave after wave of pleasure washing over him, repeatedly.

And he had not even bit her. Yet.

Oh, his thoughts drawled, mind reeling in anticipation with the urge to bite into her succulent flesh. To draw mouthfuls of her delicious, spicy, toe-curling blood into his mouth straight from her carotid artery. The pull growing stronger by the second as the need to submit increases.

Nothing felt quite as climatic as biting fang deep into a vein while pumping his hips deep into a willing body and sex with witches was always fun and fulfilling in ways that made sex with humans seem boring.

Their blood, an aphrodisiac to his kind, carried an extra punch and their bodies could take the beating that sex with supernaturals seemed to bring but this was different from any other time he had sex with a witch. And he's had plenty. Bonnie had his back arching and heels digging deep into the mattress as he shot his load. She actually had him breathing in staccato pace, shuttering as his body finally relented to the overwhelming feeling that was a Bonnie Bennett induced orgasm. The arch in his back softening, but the roll of his hips thrusting upward doing nothing to lessen the hardness of his shaft still buried deep within her.

Thoughts of this and forever floated somewhere in the back caverns of his mind.

His gaze wetted at the sight of her, enthralled he was, as the glow of her eyes lost their golden brightness, reverting back to their brilliant green shade. Only now they carried a wicked gleam when they locked onto him. One that he knew all too well as they once regarded a certain doppelganger with sinful intentions a time or few before.

But having Bonnie throw that hunger filled focus on him caused sharp, pointy fangs to descend with an audible click.

The bodies of witch and vampire moved fluidly. In sync is what they were and neither of them noticed. He was on autopilot, feeling compelled to keep whatever this was, moving forward.

Pausing was not an option.

Stopping altogether? Out of the fucking question.

He grew harder inside her, rooting himself, grounding the idea of them so deep that it would be immovable once complete. Damon held no qualms about it. The bastard wasn't even fazed by the turn of events let alone the pull of Bonnie and her magic.

Sure but sweaty palms traveled along the expanse of her body, gliding along her curvacious hips, slim waist, and dimpled back, sinuously and snake-like were their movements. He could feel her own bracing against him. Her breasts pressing against the bareness of his chest as her head tilted backward, exposing the length of her smooth, vein pulsing, throat.

Bringing his left hand to rest right above the swell of her ass, the other snaked its way up her spine, slowly, to cradle the back of her head. Finger firmly pressing against the scalp to the base of her neck, coaxing it ever so gently to the side to hold it steady in place.

The air thickened, shifting to almost choking as her magic made a move. Its grip on him tightened just enough that his grip on her hips did as well in response.

It was coaxing him to bite her. Had to be. To complete whatever this was between them.

And it was that thought that nearly had him break the spell between he and she, but it was the beast within him that pushed back at his reluctance. It, too, was warmed by a shared orgasm, wrapped in Bennett magic. It, however, was over any internal conflict that stirred within Damon and it demanded blood as recompense. Her blood sang out to the cursed side of him and it was the only recourse it could fathom in such an overly stimulated circumstance.

And it made Damon feel like a newborn vamp.

Pathetic and weak for her blood. Almost shaming him when it immediately took him back to his first introduction to it. But it was the magic. Her damned magic daring him to take a taste now. To bite into her. To hurry and make a gotdamned move.

And he did.

With a speed that cleared fast any lingering doubts, his mouth wide and watering at the prospect of having the sweet and salty taste of her skin against the slick, roughness of his tongue, his face drew closer to the juncture of neck and shoulder. A deep growl escaped from his plump pink lips.

All of him ready to strike and devour.

Sex and magic perfumed the air, her body a feast, hot and ready for the taking, and Damon was more than ready to partake in its splendor. To sink into the warm, delicate, sweat-slicked skin of his greatest desire and feast on the magical blood that flowed beneath it and resume dicking her down as she so well deserved, with blunt and pointy teeth, and an ever hardening dick.

Treat for a treat.

The weight of her body shifts above him, bracing and completely willing, consenting. Yielding to him in all ways.

She purred. She actually purred and it drove him wild.

Just as he dug his hips down into the mattress, to drive them back into her sweet spot and time it as his fangs penetrated her flesh…

"I don't think so vampire," hissed a familiar voice.

"What the fuck?" His eyes wide, bewildered, as they flicked to the source.

A gasp from his witch above him as her gaze locked onto the face that she never thought she'd see again.

And there, in the corner, stood a witch that they both were familiar with, a dead one at that. Her green, fiery glare menacing as she stood victoriously in her timing.

Looks like I got here just in time, she surmised.

Too bad what was in motion has only been temporarily halted.