The Master

by YukiMC

Bonnie Bennett indeed has some hangups when it comes to sex and with her now ex-boyfriend, Jeremy Gilbert cheating on her for the 2nd time, she thinks she's more than ready to get help. However, when that help comes from the most dangerously alluring and handsome man she's ever laid her eyes on, will she be taking on more than she can handle? Bamon

13. Surrender

AN: Hello, welcome to the final chapter~

TW: Well this is 50 pages...and half of that is smut. There's rough play at certain points, there are a lot of body fluids, some blood, and drool.

Bamon are backed up after a month of no sex so it get's kinda gratuitous and explicit at points. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Chapter 13: Surrender

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Boy I don't mean to be rude (to be rude)

But I've got to have your love right now (got to have your loving)

Oh if you just trust me baby (trust me, baby)

I promise you the time of your life (the time of your love)

Come on baby (come and get some)

Don't put up no fight (surrender to my loving)

Surrender your loving baby

I promise I can make you feel alright

I'll make you surrender to my loving baby (oh yeah)

I'll make you surrender (baby, baby, baby)to my loving baby

Kut Klose

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They still weren't having sex.

None, nada.

The fact led her to believe that he must've really just wanted her to enjoy everything he had to offer while expecting nothing in return.

An interesting dating dynamic.

Her hangups with sex never had to do with thinking the guy only wanted to entertain the woman until he could get into her pants, it was deeper than that. Her insecurities with intimacy were due to her fear of abandonment and losing control enough for someone to open her up and hurt her. Weirdly enough, someone taking advantage of her body was the last of her worries. It was probably why she was stuck in her first relationship for so long because she didn't have the heart to lose him even when he treated her like an object.

But Damon was different. Despite what she suspected of Damon's intentions on their first date, she didn't think he was doing all that to sleep with her, but rather hide behind all the extravagance and continue the facade of this perfect man he thought Bonnie saw him as. She learned that he wanted her attention, her awe, and her admiration because for as much as he admired her if someone like her could like someone like him it made him feel worth something. He said he couldn't let that go.

Until he saw that he was hurting her which catalyzed Damon to open up and show his vulnerabilities. When they mutually opened up, things completely changed between them from then on.

As they got deeper into their relationship with each other she opened up to him more and more but she was reluctant to let him have all of her. If Bonnie was one thing she was stubborn and she wanted to keep some parts of herself. However, if Damon was anything he was a seducer and he made it hard for her to deny him and all of his intensity. He had a way about him that soaked into her pores before she least suspected it, he seduced her mentally and emotionally, long before he took her body.

Bonnie wouldn't have been against having sex with Damon during this period. However, for once, Damon had the right idea in mind and as he said, it was better to go slow and get to know each other more.

That's not to say it was easy. Denying Damon and what she wanted, that is.

It was very, very hard and definitely a learning experience as well.

Now that she's become this sexual person, it was interesting the feelings that came over her akin to incessant hunger, especially over another person. As frustrated as she was, she was almost even more so fascinated by the urges and changes in her body.

It wasn't all suffering just from a whiff of his cologne, or the utterly hypnotic way he licked his lips while looking at her in that slumberous yet quietly hungry way of his…luckily she's taken to masturbating like it was a new hobby…it was also a time of discovery.

She didn't often use porn after quickly realizing that Damon found a diamond in the rough with that one video, instead she used her own memories of her one night with Damon and created her own fantasies, sometimes she read erotica. She even bought toys. Of the times she did use porn, it became helpful in her learning what she wanted to try with Damon when they finally crossed into that territory.

After a month of getting to know her body and the things she liked as well as with the help from toys, she was able to cum quickly, within minutes of touching herself, multiple times throughout the night. What was once a feeling so foreign, a concept so unreachable to her was now as simple as preparing lunch.

But…

She missed the intimacy of another person's touch. The weight of their body on top of hers. The shared intimacy of looking into blue eyes as her limbs shook around firm muscles.

She missed Damon.

Just because she was mildly satisfied with her own faculties, didn't mean she needed him any less. In fact, as the man being the lone actor of her fantasies and memories, as well as his name being the last on her lips during her throes of passion, her body learned to condition the feelings of lust and satisfaction with him…

So, now every time her libido spiked—which happened quite often around the man, her body hummed for him and became, even more, wanton in his presence.

Which brought her to the teasing.

While she understood the purpose of their waiting, Bonnie wasn't against testing his restraint, which turned out to be surprisingly strong. When in the mood, she sometimes allowed herself to talk in a certain manner, or wear certain things around him which made his eyebrows raise or his mouth drop. Maybe she'd give a little cheek action here or there or innocently brush up against him.

Overall, he'd put up a good fight. Though there were times she realized if she pushed even a teensy bit more that he would lose all composure and she would be under him naked in under ten seconds flat; she felt like an absolute goddess knowing she could get him so wound up.

With his resistance, you would think she would feel insulted even rejected, but weirdly enough she felt the opposite. She liked the challenge...and she felt oddly treasured and cared about that even though he clearly wanted her and he told her so almost every day, that he would wait because she was worth it to him.

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Present Time; Date 8:

Bonnie smiled, somewhat goofily into the noticeably dimmer fire as she came back from her memories.

A warm comforting hand smoothed up and down her side as she felt rumblings against her ear coming from the muscular chest under her.

"Where did you go?"

Bonnie fixed her grin, hopping it wasn't too toothy as she turned up to the man beside her, "Oh you know, just reminiscing…thinking about our first date—" Damon groaned audibly, " after dinner of course," his hand tightened around her, "and all of the ones that came after it…meeting Vivienne and Lily…," Bonnie's smile grew so big that her face was starting to hurt.

She couldn't help it, despite what he thought, they were all happy memories and the bad moments gave birth to amazing ones that she wouldn't give up just to fix the bad.

Like him admitting that he loved her.

It came as a shock to everyone in the room that Damon just let the words fall out of his mouth, and the silence stretched on for what felt like years until Bonnie blinked out of her stupor.

It was Lily who surprisingly was the first to speak, "I knew it, she's pregnant."

From that moment on it was chaos with Bonnie still staring at Damon who was smiling back as the others talked over each other.

Hearing his mother go over baby names with his grandmother seemed to have snapped Damon out of his belated moment as his face twisted up into a grimace, "She's not pregnant mother…"

It took Bonnie a good ten minutes to come back to the conversation around her and by that time the discussion had moved on.

The rest of the night had been fine, Bonnie enjoyed talking to Damon's family, and she even had a good conversation with Stefan while cleaning up as everyone convened in the living room for drinks, where she was able to grow closer to the man and learn more things about their childhood. Including why there was so much tension between Damon and his mother.

"Damon feels a lot of bitterness toward our mother because of how passive she was when our father was around. He resents her because he thinks she allowed the abuse." Stefan sighed, sweeping up the scraps on the floor. "She's apologized since Guiseppe's death but they're still on a rocky road to recovery…Damon's told me he wanted to have a relationship with her, but old habits are hard to fix. Sometimes Lily will unintentionally say things that trigger him and then there's no going back from there, they just go back to bickering."

Bonnie remembered Damon admitting some of that to her during their first date weeks before, but it still saddened her especially after meeting Lily and getting to know her, she'd thought she was a kind woman. However Bonnie also understood that just because she liked Lily didn't detract from Damon's suffering. She was sure there were multiple people who liked her mom Abby, but that didn't mean much to Bonnie and how she felt.

As for the confession, they hadn't talked about it since despite the bomb Damon basically dropped on her in front of his family. And she hadn't thought to push it, perhaps due to already somewhat knowing how he felt and needing time to think…

Two days later , here they were, once again meeting up for a date night on the same day that marked their one month of dating.

Bonnie watched as some yellowed leaves blew along the grass. The wind's path followed along its line straight to her causing her shoulders to shake and her teeth to clench.

"You ready to head in?"

"Yeah…," she sniffed, drinking the last finger of bourbon in her glass before she helped Damon gather their things.

"I'm surprised you can feel the cold with all that fire in your stomach," Damon laughed after watching her finish her drink.

"Hmm, maybe I'm not actually cold." Bonnie mused, throwing trash onto the serving tray on the table before picking it up at the same time as Damon finished putting out the fire with the snuffer. He then moved to pick up their glasses, the near-empty bottle of bourbon, and anything else left behind. Standing together, the couple started walking back to the home side by side, their arms brushing as Damon angled his head down to her, her warm voice once again gaining his attention. "Maybe I just wanted to make up an excuse to get you inside to cuddle."

Damon leered playfully at that, "While I love the chase Bon, you know I'm a simple man. All you need is to say three words to me and I'm all yours. Clothes…Off… and Now, usually get the job done."

Bonnie bit her lip to keep from bursting out in laughter. If only it was that simple.

Stepping across the threshold, the heat from the house caressed their skin.

Bonnie quickly placed the platter she was holding down before changing course and moving distractedly to the middle of the island.

Amused, Damon walked more sedately to throw trash away and put objects back into their rightful place. "I see someone is excited about their brownies. Funny, considering you had a stink when I brought it up in the first place."

Bonnie leveled a disapproving glare at the man, "Har, har, yuck it up, Damon. I did not have a stink as you so aptly put it, I just wanted to make sure we weren't getting up to something we shouldn't be." She defended, referring to the night she'd brought her grandmother's journal of herbalist recipes by accident after spending time earlier going through it out of curiosity. She'd forgotten that it was in her satchel and Damon, being the nosey individual that he was, saw the edge of it poking out of her bag and pulled it out.

After arguing with him about violating her privacy, the two ended up on the couch once they made up, reading through the surprisingly weighty tomb, and discussing each recipe.

Despite Grams leaving the book for Bonnie, a lot of the recipes were pretty vague on what they were for, just that they needed a few herbs, roots, and powders to produce. There were some as innocuous as a recipe for chocolate chip cookies and others as hair-raising as causing someone to have sleepless nights with endless nightmares. Damon was snickering about knowing a few people he could use that one on when they came across a recipe for brownies. But not just any brownies. Brownies with a secret ingredient known to create a calm mind, loosen inhibitions and heighten dopamine levels.

Damon was on board as soon as he read loosen inhibitions but Bonnie wasn't so eager. Scanning the ingredient list, she looked for anything unusual after Damon remarked that it sounded like the makings of weed brownies.

She couldn't find any variations of the word cannabis, however, that didn't mean everything listed was on the up and up. Bonnie remembered how her grams got down. Let's just say that on lazy Sundays, the older woman often riffled through her well-used cookie tin…that no longer had cookies.

" Damon, this book isn't a toy ." The man spoke, his voice taking on a noticeably girlish tone, "Damon we could seriously hurt ourselves, be serious."

Green eyes glared.

"Sounds like a stink to me." He snickered, finishing up wiping down the island after putting away their campfire mess.

A perfectly plucked brow arched, her expression the epitome of tried patience, "I ended up making them though, didn't I?"

"I'm happy my epicurean ways are finally rubbing off on you my pet," Damon simpered.

"More like reckless and foolhardy."

Damon shrugged, "Well Miss. Anal," they both stared as he realized that didn't come out right, "did you find anything wrong with the recipe?" He sniggered, not able to help himself from his initial blunder.

Rolling her eyes, Bonnie worked on cutting out single-serving squares into the baking sheet of the cooled-down dessert. "Well, while looking up the ingredients list on the internet, everything seemed readily available for purchase so that meant it wasn't illegal at the very least." Damon raised a brow but didn't interject. "Most of the ingredients were your typical brownie mix save for potency wood and macao. There was also an emphasis on adding extra chocolate." Bonnie shrugged, "Instead of buying it online I went to an apothecary shop and got everything one hundred percent natural." Sighing, Bonnie continued on while plating a few of the brownies for her and Damon to try. "I wasn't able to do as much research as I wanted what with my physics test and my focus needing to be on that, but from what I read the ingredients are only supposed to do what Grams wrote they would."

During her explanation, Damon had winded around the counter and leaned into her space. Hugging her from behind, Bonnie felt ticklish near the place his chin brushed against her neck. "Sounds like it's alright to me then," he remarked, picking off a piece of the brownie and taking a large bite.

Gasping at his sudden movements, Bonnie turned slightly in his arms to watch him eat. "How is it?"

"Mm, mm, mm-mm, MMH!" The man dramatically vocalized his approval.

Laughing, Bonnie shook her head, "That good huh?"

Powder blue eyes gleamed, "Here, have a bite," he didn't give her a chance to decline before damn near shoving the fudge into her mouth.

"Mmh! Damon—wait!" Bonnie yelled around his fingers and the brownie. Having no choice but to eat the rest, she took his offering, mindlessly sucking the remnants from his fingers.

Damon's adam's apple bobbed at the feel of her wet tongue and his eyes simmered. Holding her gaze and slowly taking another bite but not fully putting it in his mouth, Damon leaned down and put the other half at her lips. She bit her half without complaint and they engaged in a sensual chocolatey kiss. Their eyes never closed as the fudge went between their lips.

Pea-green eyes glared but all it did was rouse the fire that was already growing in his stomach. With one last pointed kiss on her lips, he removed a few errant crumbs and chocolate smears that remained. "How about Jenga tonight?"

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Ten minutes later found them sitting on the floor in Damon's living room huddled around the plate of brownies, a bottle of red wine, and the aforementioned perfectly arranged tower of wood as a playlist of Oldies but Goodies played softly in the background. The crackling fire in the fireplace helped set the mood as Debarge sang A Dream.

Brownie perched delicately on her lips, Bonnie nibbled along its edge remembering Damon's lips on her earlier with the chocolate between them. She had to admit that the taste was really good, but she couldn't help but still be nervous about its effects. Despite what she said to Damon, she didn't do quite as much research as she wished she would have. It caused her to feel a bit anxious.

And as the Yin to her Yang, Damon naturally didn't have the same sentiments. She watched amusedly, him wiping his hands after finishing his second serving. "Alright, Bon. Rock, paper, scissors on who goes first?"

"Sure," she straightened up, "but no cheating this time."

Damon stared, "You can't cheat with rock, paper, scissors."

"Damon, you ," she blinked at him further emphasizing, "can find a way to cheat playing anything."

He couldn't argue with that.

Teeth gleaming he vowed, "Scouts honor, I promise to uphold good sportsmanship for this and Jenga."

Bonnie eyed him. A moment passed before she finished half of her brownie and put it down to focus.

In the space between them, a small elegant brown hand with nails primely painted and polished raised next to a fine pale hand with long and slim fingers appropriate for a grand piano. A large family ring sat gleamingly on his middle finger contrasting the handcrafted woven bracelet on his wrist, while a dainty heart-cut diamond ring sat tastefully on Bonnie's, gifted from her grandmother. Both hands folded into a fist and shook along with the words, Rock, paper, scissors.

Shoot!

Bonnie played rock and Damon played paper.

Narrowing her eyes, the young woman picked back up her brownie, eating it, noticeably with more vigor than before.

"Scouts honor…" Damon smirked, giving a three-finger salute.

Before she could blink in the direction of the wooden tower, Damon had already taken a piece from the structure. "...Your turn."

Baffled, Bonnie finally looked at the game before looking back at him, "When did you…you just…" Damon's smirk only grew wider. "...You know what, whatever." Finally finishing her brownie she brushed the crumbs off of her hands and picked up her glass of wine. Thinking against it, at least until after she finished her move, Bonnie placed the glass back down and moved to the task at hand. Scanning the structure, she saw that Damon took a piece from the middle and on the edge, astonishing, considering he did it so quickly and while holding her gaze the whole time.

Focusing on her own move, she arranged her body for optimal leverage and Bonnie pulled the loosest wood piece she could find.

"Took you long enough."

"Shut up."

Chuckling Damon made his move. Without moving from his slouch, head resting on his hand and body lax against the floor, he once again swiped an equally difficult-to-pull piece in no time.

"What the…?"

Like a poor soul after making a bad deal with the Devil, Bonnie watched Damon's mouth curl and widen further until all of his teeth were shown predatorily at her. His striking eyes sparkled before he winked.

"...This is going to be a long night."

Some time passed as the music played and the drinks flowed and Bonnie was humming to the current song Surrender by Kut Klose . Throughout the game, they continued to eat the brownies and so all that was left on the plate now were crumbs. Conversation flowed just like the drinks despite Bonnie's ire with the devious way in which Damon played the game, attesting to the many skills he had with his tongue.

And just like that she was thinking about their kiss again.

"How did you get so good at Jenga, Damon?" They were on their third round at this point. Bonnie stubbornly refused to give up after her first two losses hoping that she could spot where Damon was cheating and win by default. She had determined he had to be cheating despite promising he wouldn't, there was just no way he was able to do everything he did and not knock the tower. Holding her gaze and barely moving was just the tip of the iceberg of what Damon was able to do while playing the game. He drank with one hand and used the other, danced (horribly she might add) while pushing a piece out, and even closed his eyes at one point, which she really thought was showing off.

Meanwhile, Bonnie felt like she had developed shaky hands and sticky fingers in the span of time that they played the game because it was just edging on ridiculous. Only in the first game did she last long enough for the tower to start teetering on itself when they weren't pulling, by the second game all it took was four turns for Bonnie to knock the whole thing over.

It just wasn't fair.

She blamed the shaking and nerves on performance anxiety, but once her skin started prickling and her body temperature warmed, Bonnie started wondering about her drinks and if she was tipsier than previously thought.

"It's all in the fingers, Bon." Damon wiggled his dexterous hand at her. The movement, although simple somehow seemed explicit. "You should know better than anyone how good I am with my hands."

A tickle crawled down the base of her spine at the mention of his hands, her mind going back to those same fingers using precise accuracy to quickly bring her to heights she'd never felt before and she felt herself start to reconsider the idea of him cheating.

Damon slid her a look, his point made even clearer when in the next second, like a magician making a card appear out of thin air, he held another wooden piece in his hands.

Maybe he really was just that good.

Clearing her throat, she raised her hand to choose her piece.

The tower was a little shaky at this point, with only a few good pieces left before it really came down to skill.

Chartreuse eyes zeroed in on a piece near the bottom, an edge piece on her right side. Unlike the other pieces, this one held her attention because it was already slightly removed from the tower.

She knew she had to make a decision optically because they had already decided early on that the piece you touched you had to stick with. It had been Bonnie who brought it up and her choice initially was a way to somehow catch Damon slipping but as shown at this moment it only worked to handicap her further.

There was another piece a bit higher up that was situated in the middle, normally a good pick that you could just poke out; and another one near the top outer edge that seemed like a good choice based on the previous easy pickings around it…

"C'mon Bon Bon," Damon urged like the Devil on her shoulder, "just knock the tower over and admit your defeat." He had a voice like liquid silk and it was way too disarming after her moment remembering the skill of his fingers...and his lips.

Quickly glancing his way, Bonnie saw what she expected, his piercing gaze and infallibly crooked grin. "Shut up, Damon."

Damon watched his little bird, her focus adorably still mulishly placed on the Leaning Tower of Pine. He snorted.

Finishing off his drink, Damon shook the contents of their wine bottle, frowning at the meager riposte he got back. Offhandedly, he wondered if he had enough time to run and go get another while he waited for her to make her play.

Staring at the young woman, Damon got lost in the slight dimple of concentration above her brow, the way she wrinkled her button nose, and her white teeth nibbling the manicure off of her nails. Damon rarely saw her biting her nails so he knew then that she was truly focused.

Blue eyes wandered down the grace of her neck, the heave of her chest, and the curve from her small waist to her rounded hips—grateful for the more skin that was available to him now that her flannel was thrown across the back of the couch. Her thighs twitched in her leggings, her back arched a little and her hips ground down, her other hand smoothed up her leg before squeezing her thigh.

Or maybe she was trying to distract herself from a more stimulating sensation…

Recalling Bonnie asking if he was a polyglot, he decided at this moment it had to be true. Of all the languages he was fluent in, Damon considered himself to be an excellent reader of body language, and he wasn't ashamed to admit that Bonnie's was his favorite to study. He'd been around her long enough, learned her cues well enough, and was most especially devoted to mastering manipulating her pleasure sufficiently enough to be able to tell…when she was horny.

Slowly her little fingers moved, to a piece at the bottom edge on her right, "Tick-tock, tick-tock, ti–"

"Damon!" The brunette snapped, quickly pulling her hand back lest she knocked the whole tower down.

Eyebrows raised just like his placating hands, Damon eyed the beauty as she huffed before turning her heated gaze back onto the game.

Yep, definitely horny.

Bonnie only ever got that testy with him when she needed him to rub one out for her.

"And on that note, I'm going to get another bottle," he said, picking up the empty wine. Her eyes didn't shift. "Please…do take your time." The man finished, amused despite her little attitude.

Sometime later, longer than he expected as he got distracted looking for a wine with a certain taste and was hoping Bonnie would like what he chose, Damon came back to an interesting sight.

As if there were a mini earthquake—incidentally one that he missed, the Jenga tower was no more. Fallen with pieces sporadically strewn about, Bonnie lay similarly on the ground her eyes glaring at the ceiling and her mouth in a perpetually deep pout.

He retook his abandoned spot, standing over her with the freshly uncorked bottle of wine, "I hate this game," she spoke, stubborn chin wobbling.

"Here," a freshly topped-off glass of wine was placed on the ground in her line of sight.

Glancing at it, a set of fine brows furrowed in consternation, "I'm not sure if I should have any more, I feel…" The brows pointed closer together, green eyes shifting like her thoughts. "How do you feel…after eating those brownies, Damon?"

Falling back into his spot on the floor, his body folded elegantly despite the careless way he landed. He took a quick catalog of how he felt. His heart thrummed in his chest normally, with no tightness there or in his stomach, and his limbs felt light.

The only thing he could note that maybe was different was that he felt maybe a little too chill and too calm, that airy vibe in his head could have been from the brownies but he wasn't too perturbed to discern it.

Oh, that and he was half chubbed up in his pants, but he didn't put much stake in that since being around Bonnie, especially when she fought back when she was irritated by his teasing, always had the beast in his pants waking. What other reason did he have for doing it so much? Especially knowing that she got off on it as much as he did although she put up a good front.

"Nah, I feel fine." Damon relented, "Chill, in a good way I guess…"

Bonnie bit her lip, the shine from her gloss enticing him while her eyes stayed focused on the ceiling.

"...I'm a little horny, but that's not unusual." He finished, lips quirking at the way Bonnie jumped once the words tumbled so casually from his mouth. No matter how much he corrupted her, she insisted on staying so modest. His tone leaned on the word horny, further provoking her reaction.

Taking a sip from his glass, Damon quirked a brow pleased with his final choice, Domaine Leroy, a Pinot Noir from the vineyards of Chambertin Grand Cru circa 1990, must've been a good year. "Why Bons? You feeling a little hot under the collar?"

Damon glanced back up at the woman. She didn't move, not even an inch. Her hands stayed folded under her chest, lips pulled down and eyes strained, but it was in her lack of movement that Damon was able to get the truth.

"No, not at all. I'm completely fine. I just…think I had too much to drink. Couldn't finish the game," She dismissed the Jenga pieces with a short wave of her hand.

His mouth twitched.

She was just too cute.

"Alright then, how about a bath instead?"

Biting her lip, Bonnie thought it over. Slowly she nodded her head. "Yeah…yeah, that sounds good."

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Not good! Not good at all!

Tingles swam up and down her body.

A heat formed at her tailbone and folded over to her pelvis.

Her breasts and womb felt heavy.

Goosebumps raised across her arms, contrasting with the sweat that started to pebble on her skin. Bonnie couldn't tell if it was from the hot moisture in the air or the rising temperature growing in her body.

Something was up, she didn't feel normal at all.

What was in those fucking brownies?!

"Okay, that should be good enough," Damon heaved up on his bulky arms, previously kneeling over the tub as it filled with hot sudsy water, adding potions and bath salts until the aroma in the room became heavenly.

Just like every other time she stayed over, he made a bath for her, taking his time to get the temperature just right with accented candles, extra towels, and a glass of wine to make it all the better. Usually, she was grateful for his care toward her and blossoming with warm feelings. This time she was feeling warm alright but for completely different reasons.

Feeling an unmistakable tightness in her lower stomach, Bonnie tried to breathe. Everything was alright. Once Damon left she would be alone then she could get it all out and mastur—

"What are you doing?" She squeaked, eyes peeling at the gradual reveal of muscled pale flesh. Damon had begun taking off his clothes, starting with his shirt before moving to his pants and undoing the fly before she gathered her shock enough to speak.

"What do you think?" Despite her extreme reaction, Damon worked his clothes off in that lazily seductive way he had patented, carelessly throwing his articles of clothing in the hamper before finally stopping once he was down to his black boxer briefs.

No underwear should hug a man that perfectly, it was almost criminal.

Brushing tendrils of raven hair back from his forehead, the man stopped to stare at his paramour. "You gonna take off your clothes as well, or should I do it for you?"

She continued to gawk.

At last, his boxers were off. Without an ounce of shame, Damon stood in front of Bonnie in his full glory. Confidently, or maybe conceitedly—depending on how you looked at it…or rather looked at him—holding his hands on his hips, and it didn't take a genius to see why.

He was hung.

She had seen him before, so she knew that was the case, but now seeing him for the first time, completely bare from head to toe wearing only a deplorable twinkle in his eyes, Bonnie could say she was speechless.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked, shifting on his feet slightly, the movement causing his heavy cock to bob and Bonnie couldn't help but nod along with it. Watching it stiffen and grow, most likely from her attention, Bonnie's mouth slackened at the sight, and her previously dry palate flooded as her head swam.

"D-Damon, I want…wanted to bathe…alone."

"My eyes are up here darlin'," the man snorted, pointing his index and middle finger towards the appropriate organ.

Bonnie shot her gaze back up until she pointedly met with pale blue, blinking steadily, she tried again. "We've never bathed together before," she slowly got out.

His grin was wolfish and she suddenly felt like prey. "Yeah, we should rectify that." Realizing she was gearing to cut him to the quick by the pucker in her lips, Damon continued, "Plus, I need a bath too, why not save on water and share? The environment , Bonnie. Think about the environment."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, trying with all her might to keep hers on his once they settled, "Yeah that's original."

Damon shrugged and the jump that continued from his pectorals down to past his abs almost got her.

Normally she wouldn't be so against bathing with Damon, heck, if it were any other time she'd probably be jumping with joy for not just the promised touch of their naked skin but of the next level of intimacy between them. An intimacy that she had once been hesitant to touch with a ten-foot pole, she craved like a kitten slurping up milk. And contrast to the seductive, provocative way Damon interacted with her at most points, he knew when to pull back and to become more reserved due to their agreement to take things slow. He wouldn't ever push for this unless he felt it was time.

That or he misread her modesty for restraint.

"What's wrong Bon, don't think you can keep your hands to yourself?" With how soaked her panties were at the moment and the way her thighs shook, probably not.

Clearing her throat Bonnie finally spoke, ignoring the teasing gleam in Damon's eyes, "F-Fine, you stay on your side. I'll stay on mine."

"Fine by me." He wasted no time getting into the tub once she waved him on.

Bonnie continued to try and ignore his groans and moans as the perfectly warmed water cradled his skin as well as the scintillating picture he made once settled. His perfectly toned arms were over the sides of the tub, his neck pulled back as he relaxed against the porcelain lip, the panty-soaking sound he made when his eyes shuttered closed before lazily opening again with his sinfully blue gaze heavily on her almost took her out. She was still wearing her tank top and leggings but with the way he was looking at her, you would think she was just as bare as him. "Come on in, the water's great."

Bonnie bit her lip.

"Maybe it will help you release some of that tension you're obviously holding."

Her stomach clenched. "You're a real asshole sometimes, you know."

His grin just grew wider in response.

Heaving out a breath, Bonnie decided to just empty her mind. Slowly the tingling sensations receded and her confidence grew, helping her believe she could ignore them and enjoy a bath with the man she loved.

With sure hands, she steadily brought her top over her head then bent over and pulled the tight legging material down her shapely legs, trying as she might to ignore the piercing blue gaze on her back.

Standing up in just her lingerie, she heard the unmistakable sound of a whistle.

"God damn , Bon…" Damon bit his lip, his eyes never once leaving her.

Bonnie blushed, trying with real effort to keep her face blank, she turned to the mirror to pull her hair into a bun, feeling the flesh of her ass jiggle at the sudden movement.

"Damn indeed…" She heard Damon whisper once her back was to him and her body grew even hotter. Honestly, she couldn't blame him for his reaction. Posed in daring red lace, she was wearing one of her nicer—albeit sexier sets of lingerie. Regardless of the outcome, when she picked the pair she wasn't expecting him to actually see it considering their no-sex rule, but she was thanking her lucky stars that she chose the set now, even if his reaction made the herb-induced sensations coursing through her body that much worse. And like always, his open attraction to her made her feel that carefully cultivated confidence and sexiness they'd honed together.

Done with her hair, Bonnie fingered the clasp of her bra from behind before resting her chin on her shoulder, eyes locking with Damon's, "Like what you see?" She teased, playing on what he'd said earlier as she released the bra. It fell lightly down her shoulders before gliding to the floor, if she closed her eyes she could replace it with the phantom feel of his touch.

"Very, very much," Damon answered honestly. He was always honest with her like this. Always so willing to tell her how much he enjoyed her spoiling him with the sight of her flesh, how much he enjoyed what she did to him.

Bending over slightly, Bonnie slowly pulled down her thong. She didn't know what came over her, one minute she was fretting over him pushing his way into her bath, and the next she was giving him a strip tease. She couldn't decide what she wanted. Or maybe Damon was right and she was just repressing her need for him by acting put off by his behavior. Maybe she truly just wanted him to call her on her bullshit, stand up, bend her over the sink, and make her eat her words—force her to watch in the mirror as he made her beg for him…make her watch an expression come over her face that should never see the light of day, that he pulled out of her as she fought through her passion.

Biting her lip, fully nude, Bonnie walked daintily on her toes to the bathtub. The hungry heated expression Damon laid on her with the intensity of a thousand suns would have made a lesser woman fold but she dimmed his effect by focusing on the task at hand. Finally, she slid into the tub, on his opposite side.

Bubbles up to her chin, Bonnie finally locked her eyes with his only to find him with a pout. "Why are you so far away Bon? I'm feeling kind of lonely over here." His voice was deceitfully gentle.

"Oh is that so?" She smirked. "How could you already forget Damon, we agreed to be on opposite ends of the tub."

Just as Damon was about to open his mouth, no doubt with something distasteful or crude, Bonnie blew a handful of bubbles into his face.

Damon glared at the giggling girl, her rosy cheeks pulled up to accent her pearly smile.

"Oh, you think that's funny?"

Bonnie cackled even louder, "I think it's hilarious, you should have seen your face."

Narrowing his eyes, he spoke, "Oh, I'll show you hilarious little girl," reaching down into the warm water, Damon moved around until he found what he was looking for, "Well well, what do we have here?"

"Damon!" Bonnie squealed, her laughter successfully halted as Damon took a full grasp of her small foot and brought it out of the water.

"Such cute little feet…," Damon pressed his thumb with strong pressure down into the middle of the foot in order to stop her wiggling.

It did more than just stop her, as Bonnie's eyes bugged out, and she moaned. "Damon, w-what are you doing?"

"I wonder how ticklish they are…" He spoke tenderly, eyes gleaming in that scary way anyone who got a glance at him knew to avoid.

"P-Please don't," Bonnie shifted around in her spot, trying with all her strength, even bracing against the tub to pull her foot out of his hand but he held on strong. She was no match for his strength.

"Mmm, I wonder if I do this what will happen…" Damon whispered seductively, massaging her heel with both hands before moving up the sole.

Bonnie couldn't help it, she started to moan. Her body began to relax at the numbing sensation after being on her feet all day at work, however, her mind warred against it. She knew Damon was up to something.

"Hmm," He breathed, rubbing in large circles, he moved from the pads of her feet to the heel once again.

"O-ooh," Bonnie quietly moaned again.

Next, he pressed his thumb against her pedicured toes, edging his other hand up into her ankle, and squeezed.

A haze grew in her mind, the warmth from the water, the sweet scent in the air, and the dim glow in the room slowly but surely hazed over Bonnie's worries. Slowly her raised shackles fell, distracting her from the evil glimmer in the raven-haired devil's eyes.

"Does that feel good baby?" Damon finally asked after a few minutes more of this, his hands alternatively running down to her calf and massaging under the water before going back up, his other hand still working on her toes. Bonnie never noticed how she started to slacken in the water and how his body grew closer.

"Yess," she moaned out, eyes lulled to close as he switched to the other foot and gave it the exact same treatment.

Damon lightly brushed his knuckle against her big toe causing a tingle down Bonnie's thigh that tickled against her core. Her brows furrowed at the sensation wonderingly, but as his hands continued to loosen her muscles she couldn't be bothered to think about it further.

"Mmm," He moaned appreciatively, enjoying her pleasure and the highly arousing look on her face. His knuckle brushed against the big toe again, and Bonnie gasped, slowly opening her eyes as he began to focus on her toes, she watched as he swiveled the big one in a small circular motion before putting his fingertips down between the grove right against her nerve endings.

"Ooh! Da-Damon," Bonnie yelped at the sensation that went straight to her core. Her green eyes finally connected with his that was unfalteringly on her. The weight of his serious stare caused her skin to grow feverish under the water.

Just as she was about to jump away again, Damon put pressure on the middle of her foot once more. A sensation so sharp and debilitating shot up her leg and down into her core, causing her pussy to pulse and grasp against nothing. Bonnie's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was pulled under.

Slowly coming down from her high, Bonnie's breath was ragged, and tingles shot up and down her leg, as she felt warm lips press against her wet foot, "Mmp.." she whimpered, trying again to pull her foot away as her leg quivered and her core tightened. It was almost too much.

"I was right, it was ticklish."

Whatever will Bonnie had built up against the brownies had inevitably crumbled like a deck of cards after that. After suffering from a mini orgasm and reeling over how easily Damon was able to work her body into one, her nerves were firing with arousal to undeniable degrees.

"Still think I cheated at Jenga?"

Bonnie panted in reply, her mind still reeling. She felt that if she wasn't touched soon, she would die.

As if reading all of that across her face, Damon gracefully moved toward her like a serpent in the water. Before she knew it, he was on top of her breathing his breath against her lips. Bonnie was intoxicated by him, wanton and restless.

Slowly, his sinful hands edged down the slopes of Bonnie's soapy shoulders making her breath hitch and her eyes widen. His fingers teased the nerves on her skin as they sunk underwater to her sides, the full width of his hands firmly grasping there. Having him here, in the flesh like this, body leaning over her and taking up her space after he pleasured her and manipulated her body so easily made her feel inexperienced and dangerously excited all at once. It was an intoxicating feeling.

Bonnie gasped as she was suddenly lifted out of the water before, in a matter of seconds, he moved behind her and she was placed onto Damon's bare lap.

"Mmm, much better isn't it?" He hummed against the side of her head into the sensitive curve of her neck. Bonnie arched against him, every spot he touched was on fire.

Feeling her shake and tremble against him, he moved back to rubbing up and down her arms comfortingly, "Sh-shh, just relax."

"Are you trying to kill me?" She mewled. She felt like the tension inside of her was just a hairsbreadth from release, like a gradual edging.

He grinned against her ear, "Only if you mean with multiple la petite mort ."

Bonnie groaned, quickly translating the phrase to mean little death, a French euphemism for orgasm. "I hate you."

"That's too bad…because I love you," He murmured, softly caressing her clavicle with his thumb.

Bonnie sucked in a sharp gust of air. "Did you…do you…do you really mean that?" Seconds ticked by on the clock and the air between them thinned. Bonnie couldn't bare to turn her head and look at him, instead, she focused her stare on the bubbles in front of them.

"Bonnie look at me."

When she didn't do as he asked, Damon sighed before pulling her to face him by her chin. Once her pretty green eyes locked on his he spoke. "There were moments that I thought I hated you…" Bonnie blinked, "You made me feel so crazy at times. I'd lost control of myself, of my feelings and it reminded me of when I was with Katherine." Bonnie tried to pull away, her jaw tight as she listened to him. Before she could get away fully he pulled her back, tighter than before. Her hand wrapped around his holding her close and tried to pull it away, but she was stopped as he continued.

"It reminded me of Katherine, but it wasn't like that at all." He spoke through clenched teeth, eyes steadily on hers. "I hated the lack of control I felt when you caused me to feel around you. If I was in a bad mood, seeing your smile made me happy. Even if I was indifferent, your worries became mine…don't get me started on the arousal." Damon rolled his eyes. Bonnie wrinkled her nose and he chuckled. "The point I'm trying to make is, I got to learn what real love is with you Bonnie."

Green eyes widened in astonishment. He almost never called her by her real name.

"Real love is weightless and it's fun, it's madness and it's debilitating, it's…unique." Blue eyes centered on hers so precisely, she felt like she had nowhere to run. "So unique that I know for certain that what I feel for you, I've never felt for anyone else. I love you Bonnie, and I mean that with all my heart and all that I am."

A flame grew in her chest so resoundingly that Bonnie started to hiccup, and her eyes grew hot before watering. The way that Damon was looking at her at that moment, right then, was with the most unadulterated devotion that she'd ever seen. There were no compromises, no exchange, no conditions…he didn't even ask if she loved him back. He was just confident with his feelings for her and felt proud to announce them.

At that moment Bonnie decided that she would give her all to Damon. It didn't matter if society thought they were moving too fast or if she'd just gotten out of a serious relationship; he was her person, and he gave his all to her, so she would give her all to him.

It was as simple as that.

Tears pebbled over her eyes and Damon's expression grew solemn, his thumb rubbed against her cheek.

"I don't think I'll ever feel this way again for anyone else…" Bonnie held his gaze, "I love you Damon Salvatore, all of you, every side of you. Your dedication, your passion, and your affection. Your presence makes me burn and your gaze makes me feel alive." Bonnie smiled through her tears, "You make me crazy, but I don't regret a moment of it."

Damon smiled back, his hands gathering around the sides of her head. Like two magnets they pulled together until their foreheads touched, all the while smiling goofily at each other.

Bonnie made the first move. Her eyes zeroed in on his beguiling mouth. Softly she nuzzled his nose before swooping in and kissing his lips. They were warm, like the bath water they were in, warm enough to cover her skin with fire.

Feeling the give of his lips, she pressed even firmer against him. Bonnie enveloped his lower lip between hers, pecking twice before she tugged causing Damon to groan.

Her legs shifted to straddle his and that's when she felt him fully against her sodden center.

"Mmm," Damon groaned at the same time as Bonnie gasped, her addictive lips slightly pulling away from his.

The man rectified that, by wrapping one arm around her lower waist and the other pulled tight to the crease behind her knee so that they were chest to chest and she had no choice by to slant her lips over his.

Damon rounded his lips over hers, sucking in her panted breath as he brushed his tongue across the seam of her lips. Bonnie quivered before melding her mouth on his and letting her tongue fully come out to play. His strong biceps curled around her slim waist making her thighs clench and her nipples pucker. With the herb flowing through her veins, she felt like they'd gone through three rounds of foreplay with just his fingertips touching her skin alone.

"Please…make love to me Damon, I need you." She panted against his lips, eyes pleading for him as he took her in.

His chest tightened and his breathing grew haggard. Such profession from her supple lips and that complete look of love in her eyes made him feel as if he would crumble. Giving a short nod, Damon stood up in the bath. With her legs and his arms already wrapped around each other, she went with him as he rose, but the rush still caused her to gasp.

Damon smirked, "You like it when I pull you around don't you?"

"...No comment."

"Admit it," He breathed against her lips, blue eyes deviously urging her to say yes, "I bet you have fantasies of me tossing you around…and fucking you, huh?" His eyes gleamed, "Like you weigh nothing more than a mere paperweight."

Bonnie's chest heaved as her breathing became worked up, her eyes flammed at his audacity.

Before she could voice her feelings, he was moving out of the tub. With his feet planted solidly on the ground, he tossed the petite woman up and against his chest like she weighed nothing.

"Ah!" Bonnie cried, grabbing hold of his bicep and neck, whatever she could as he tossed her around like a rag doll.

"I could get into this." He chuckled.

Before she knew it, they were in the bedroom, dripping water as they went as Damon didn't bother with a towel.

Bonnie screamed as she was thrown onto the bed fully butt naked, breasts bouncing as she settled, "Damon, the bed! I'm dripping wet!"

"Mm, I love it when you talk dirty to me Bon."

Bonnie glared, sitting up on her elbows and leveling her gaze so he took her seriously. Unfortunately, it was exactly the sight of her naked on his bed with a fire in her eyes and dripping wet, that had his mouth dry and his cock at full attention. "I know it's too soon but if you ever let me take photos of you like this so I have a permanent reminder of the way you look right now, I will be the happiest man in the world."

She scoffed, shaking her head causing curly tendrils from her bun to release and fall sexily across her face, "That will never happen."

Damon groaned, his eyes simmering as he leaned down, closer and closer into her space. "Is that so?" He asked, softly brushing his lips down the gentle slope of her neck, smiling against her skin when she gasped. Firmly, he planted a wet kiss right below her ear, tasting the sweet tang of bath soap and growling at the lack of her natural flavor.

"Y-yeah."

Chuckling into her ear, Damon wrapped his hand around her calf before dragging his hand up, situating his hips between the open dip in hers.

His penis fell heavily against her opening with the movement, causing Bonnie to turn her gasp into a choke and her hands to whip up and grope along his form, unsure of where to put them.

"Are you really, really sure?"

She breathed deep, her brain slowly disconnecting from sense and reality as his hips ground slightly down on her, all awareness zeroing into that area that she forgot what they were even talking about.

Damon pulled back, catching her dilated pupils that matched his. Blue irises took over by black. "Seriously Bonnie baby, are you sure?" He pecked her lips sweetly.

"Huh?" She whispered, turning her head into his as he nuzzled into her.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked once more, pulling back.

Bonnie focused her gaze on his. Taking in the tension in his shoulders and the crinkle at his lip realizing that he was no longer talking about photos but rather breaking their rule and that she should answer him honestly. "Damon, I…there…there were many times in my life when I was led to believe I wanted something that I didn't actually want. Times I wasn't sure of myself. But in finding myself I've awoken to my true wants and desires. So believe me when I say this Damon. There's nothing that I've wanted more, than right here, right now, and how much I want you."

Blue and green melded until they were one, they got lost in each other's eyes until everything faded around them. Little did they realize that their heads were moving together until Bonnie felt his breath on her lips and vice versa. It was their first demonstration and the moment in his car all over again.

At the feel of him, heavy, hot, and hard at her center, Bonnie couldn't repress the shiver that took over her. It felt like he was everywhere around her, his large body dwarfed her form but it was only overwhelming in the sense that she felt protected and loved.

Looking into his beautiful blue eyes Bonnie peered deeply hoping to find what she was looking for. That he felt it too. That he felt protected, desired, and loved beyond belief. She wanted him to feel that.

Rubbing her hands down his arms to his sides, Bonnie trembled as her hands slowly moved to their goal.

Seeing the question in his eyes, Bonnie turned her head into his arm and kissed his bicep, suddenly overcome with girlish embarrassment, she wasn't sure she could do this if he was staring directly at her.

Damon nudged her, "What's wrong? Why are you hiding from me?"

Blushing, Bonnie focused her gaze on his pectoral. Her hands had stopped in their trek low on his waist, her fingertips absentmindedly dragging low on his abs into his deep v.

Damon tried to distract himself from what he perceived were innocent touches, unintentionally shifting deeper into her causing Bonnie to groan and grind her hips against his.

"I want to make you feel good Damon. Like how you make me feel."

The man quirked a brow, and a half smile grew on his face hesitantly, "Isn't that what we're doing Bon?"

Bonnie bit her lip, and her small hands shook slightly causing Damon to grow concerned before she surprised him completely by taking a full handful of his cock, choking at the feel of her soft hands on him as well as the dark corrupted look that she flashed him when she finally raised her eyes, Damon was at a loss for words.

"I want to touch you, I want you to tell me to suck your dick."

Damon choked again as her hands tightened around him and she gave him two meaningful pumps. "Tell…tell you?"

Bonnie nodded, a small moue at her lips as her green eyes sparkled. She lifted her mouth to his, tracing her small tongue around the outline of his bottom lip. "I want you to grab my hair and hold me tight as you fuck my mouth. I don't want you to let go even if I choke and then I want you to cum all over my face and down my throat. I want to be covered in your love Damon..."

"Fuck Bonnie," Damon snarled. He pressed his lips against hers only taking a second before bypassing her lips to duel his tongue with her appendage.

Bonnie kept pumping him, his already hard cock a blistering heat in her palm.

Surprising him once more, Bonnie somehow flipped them until she was on top. Their lips released with a small smack and before Damon knew it he was watching Bonnie writhing between his legs, kissing his knee, and nuzzling his thigh. She looked like she was enjoying the prospect of him in her mouth more than him but although her enthusiasm was convincing, Damon would have to argue with that.

"You don't ha—"

"I want to…" She cut him off, lips at his inner thigh in a smirk. Damon shivered, feeling her give scattered licks there, at his sack, then at the base of him. Already his cock was twitching, his heart pounding as if he was already ready to shoot off.

One of her hands continued to pump and gently squeeze him. She paused for a moment, removed her hand, and sat up. Damon sighed a breath of relief, his feelings ambivalent as he damn near begged her to come back.

Bonnie sighed, "I don't know why those brownies are doing this to me, but I feel so wet it's crazy." Curly strands of her hair fell as she looked down between her quivering thighs. "Oh god, I made a mess."

Blue eyes widened as he took in the damp spot under her on the bed that definitely wasn't from their bath water. Sticky fluid connected her to the bed lewdly.

With a rough groan, Damon threw his head back into the bed, he was at his wit's end. This was it, he was losing his sanity. "God Bonnie, you're killing me."

At the sound of her gasp that melded into a moan, he got over his lamenting enough to peer his eyes open. Bonnie was touching herself, her fingers gentle as they applied pressure but you would think she was going to town by the pained expression on her face.

"Mmph, it's getting worse." She breathed hard, finally pulling away from herself with sticky viscous fluid around her fingers.

Damon was baffled, to say the least, as she nudged herself back between his legs and rubbed that same hand along his aching shaft. Damon cursed, eyes squinting as he watched her pump with more earnestness now.

Her doe eyes watched his member disappear then reappear between her grip, her wetness making the appendage gleam from head to base in the light. "You have such a pretty cock, Damon." It was perfect, long and nicely curved, too fat for her hand to fully envelop it but smooth and surprisingly soft.

He groaned in response, gripping the covers tight in his grasp. Verdant eyes looked up at the sound, her gaze open and curious as she watched the tortured expressions flit across his face.

"Do you feel good? Am I doing it right?"

Damon squinted with a moan, "Yes, baby." In fact, she was doing it too well. He hoped he could hold out and not cum.

Bonnie bit her lip, drool threatening to break the barrier, "I want to put it in my mouth..."

"W-wait…" He wasn't sure he could handle it. It's been too long since he and Bonnie last coupled. Normally he had good stamina but the things she was doing tonight especially after confessing her love to him blew his mind and he was afraid his load would do the same.

Bonnie didn't wait, she dived down before pressing the fullness of her perfect lips against his tip. Slowly, excruciatingly slow, her hot orifice burned him as she opened her mouth further and further around him, all the while moaning and rolling her eyes back at his taste. Her hot mouth covered him before she decided to suck lightly. Bonnie licked her tongue in small circles around the tip in her mouth while wiggling along the sensitive slit as if he was a delicious treat that she'd been waiting for all day.

"Mmm, you taste so good, Damon." She released him to moan.

With that reaction, he believed her.

Diving back in, Bonnie kissed up his length reverently before sucking once again. This time, however, she went down an inch or two more, bobbing slightly and rubbing the rest that she couldn't fit with her hand, before hallowing her mouth. Like a vacuum she sucked tight and Damon couldn't help but shout and reach down, grabbing a fist full of her hair, "Oh–!"

With a pop, she released him once again. "Yes, please pull on my hair." Bonnie heaved against his cock, mouth pooling over with saliva still connected to him and her lips. She looked like something straight out of his deepest, darkest, and filthiest fantasies. It made him want to fuck her with just as much depravity until she went back to his innocent little Bonnie.

Damon growled, testing just how much she wanted him to push her as he really fisted a handful of her hair, the previous bun be damned.

" Ahh ," Bonnie gasped, bowing her back and arching her neck toward him.

"You want that?"

"Yes."

"You like this?"

"Yesss."

"Then suck my cock."

Bonnie curled her lips up, her eyes twinkling happily. With an enthusiasm that easily beat anything he'd ever seen before, Bonnie put both of her hands on his knees, spread her thighs for leverage, and…for lack of better words, gobbled his cock down her throat.

"Oooh my go—," Damon never saw the girl like this before. She has lewd, she was sexy. He watched between squinted eyes as she went down as far as she could go before choking then started bobbing on his dick. Bewitching green eyes stayed focused on his own as saliva dripped down her lips, down his shaft, and nestled on his balls. The sounds that came from the motions put Damon's mind into a tailspin as her beautiful face beamed happily at him.

Bonnie lifted up with just the sloppy tip at her lips, tonging the tip with her tiny pink tongue, she blew bubbles of saliva that made Damon go wild. Just when he thought he would cum from the visuals alone, she took a deep breath before going back down on his cock even further. Damon's toes curled, and his hand pulled so tight on her strands that he became worried about hurting her. His cock pulsed angrily as she slurped on him, choking as she pushed herself to take as much as she could of him and hold him there.

Her eyes grew a little hazy with the struggle as tears pooled in her lids and Damon quickly released her.

With a gasp, Bonnie fell onto his thigh. His cock was so hard that even without her hand he was still upright like a flag pole.

"I'm sorry Bon," Damon panted, trying to get his bearings. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

Shaking her head, the girl blushed, brushing her lips along his thigh again causing his dick to twitch. "No, I like it. Mmm, keep doing it."

He wanted to question her but the look in her eyes and the unmistakable twist in her hips against the bed forced him to believe her.

Two small hands took one of his that was left twitching on the bed, into her own before placing it back in her mussed strands. Despite the ruined bun, her hair was amazingly soft and the shift of his fingers into her locks drew out a delectable floral scent into the air of her shampoo and the oils she put in her curls to keep them shiny and healthy.

"Hold me down, I want to see how far I can go. Don't lift up even if I choke."

Damon couldn't help but smirk, "When did you get so kinky?"

Bonnie shrugged, a mischievous smirk of her own on her lips that eerily looked like one of his. Release inhibitions… Just what was in those brownies of hers . "Maybe I was always like this and you just brought it out of me." Bonnie blinked prettily, looking at him below her lashes in a way that shouldn't have made him feel as bashful as it did, considering what she was in the middle of doing. "You know what they say, a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets."

Damon groaned rubbing his other hand roughly against his face, "That's it, someone pinch me, I'm dreaming."

Bonnie giggled before going back to the task at hand.

Damon quickly regretted the light-hearted moment as it made him let his guard down which he'd built up to hold off his inevitable release. However, with his body relaxed and his senses naturally tingling from Bonnie's presence, Damon was quickly brought to his end as soon as she went down on him with the same ferociousness as a hungry lioness.

Bonnie had relaxed her throat using a technique she'd read up on online and breathed through her nose. Widening her mouth to its limits, Bonnie whimpered as she struggled to take Damon's slick cock deep down her throat until her nose just barely brushed his pubic bone. Sucking him down, Bonnie made sure as he went deeper, that her lips stayed suctioned around him. Her tongue worked in swiping motions against his underside.

Damon reacted as if he were shot, groaning with his face in a grimace, he held tight to his lover. But it was the look in her eye, as she moaned around him that had him completely broken. Taking her head in his grasp, Damon held Bonnie still and fucked up into her mouth just like she'd asked. "Such a good girl, look at you sucking my cock so good like that baby." It filled him with a sick sense of delight to hear her choking, crying, and gurgling around him. Tears fell from her eyes. "You're so good." Groaning, his cock hit even deeper down her tight wet cavern causing her to squeal against him and more saliva to coat his shaft. She didn't push him away but her nails bit into the skin of his thigh as her eyes rolled back.

In the midst of his soul being sucked straight out of his dick, Damon was confused by her expression until he saw the sway to her hips and her stuttered movements that formed into mini convulsions.

She was cumming from giving him a blow job.

From ingesting his pleasure and delighting in his sexual energy.

She was…amazing.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming Bonnie!" He shouted, his hips staccato against her gagging mouth. Seeing that she was no longer in control of her motions, Damon lifted her up from his member before her teeth could lock down on him, right at the same moment he came spurt after spurt onto her chin down her chest.

Her beautiful breasts heaved as his white spunk dripped down erotically against her nipples.

"Bonnie…Bonnie baby." Damon sighed as the girl blinked from her daze panting against him. "You're…amazing."

She smiled, but her mind was obviously still cloudy from her orgasm.

Fuck, he still couldn't get over that she came from sucking him off.

"Mm, you missed my mouth," Two of her fingers swiped at the fluids on her chest and face until she was mostly clean. Opening her shiny lips she put the dirtied digits into her mouth and sucked on them with a moan. "I can't believe you made me wait to taste you, Damon."

Damon closed his eyes thanking whoever it was that brought Bonnie into his life with a quick prayer. He wasn't a religious man before, but if it was a holy spirit that brought Bonnie to him then he would gladly convert.

Feeling himself twitch, Bonnie and Damon both watched his cock bob, just as stiff as before that if he hadn't seared the image of Bonnie eating his cum into his brain, he would question if it actually happened.

"You're still hard." Bonnie moaned, moving her little hand to pump him again. Damon stiffened, feeling a little sensitive so instead, he took her wandering hand and kissed the palm down to her wrist causing the girl to shiver.

A dark gleam took over his eyes. "I normally have a short refractory period but even I gotta admit this is insane. Maybe those brownies really did do something…" That theory was solidified further as he watched Bonnie writhe while touching herself, her thighs first, her stomach, and then her nipples. Her skin was glowing and the hair on her arms was standing on end, the follicles were short but even he could see the goosebumps along her skin. It was like she was going through some sort of heat, making sense of her behavior.

All the while he had been mindlessly kissing her skin, licking against a sensitive part of her wrist.

"Damon," she panted, eyebrows turned up helplessly, "I'm so horny I think I could cum from this."

"Wow…" She was that turned on? Furrowing his dark brows, he decided that she wasn't allowed to cum just from that, he wanted her completely overwhelmed by him like she made him feel.

It was his turn now.

Bonnie's mind was in a daze. She knew she was acting out of character. In fact, she was probably worrying Damon with her wantonness but she couldn't help it. Her body was on fire and all she knew was that she was being driven by her love for Damon and wanting to please him. Everything she normally wanted to do with the man was ten-fold right then, and she had no inhibitions holding her back and stopping her like they normally would. She just wanted him and wanted to be wanted by him, plain and simple.

"C'mere." Bonnie's breath became caught in her throat when Damon suddenly reach out and picked her up by the small of her waist. Just like he did in the bath, he deposited her on top of his lap, however this time the intent was clear for what he wanted her to do there.

Wide green eyes stared into his icy blue as a haunting smile took over his lips. It caused a feeling of apprehension to slick down her spine. The feeling lasted but a second before his lips were on her neck and nothing else mattered.

Bonnie squeezed her lips together to keep from crying out. It was embarrassing how turned on she was that just him simply kissing her neck was making her body feel so out of control.

His hot textured tongue slicked against her sensitive flesh causing Bonnie to flench terribly at the striking sensation that went straight to the narrow space between her thighs. Damon's arm bulged tightly to hold her in place against him as his other smoothed up the soft lines of her hips up to the sides of her round breast.

Even that sent an intense hit to her senses. It was like his touch was making music against her skin. She could hear it, taste it, and especially feel it. Everything that he did was orgasmic. The music made vibrations that connected to the cells on her dermis. It all was so confusing and unbelievable that she could only compare it to the few times she got high in college and felt like she was seeing and hearing things. This time was different now that it was sexually charged and even more intense, probably amplified by her feelings for Damon.

"Uugh," Bonnie moaned as Damon began sucking lightly down her neck to her chest. The hand at the side of her breast cupped it and squeezed puckering the pillowy flesh. Her nipples were hard and overly sensitive, however, Bonnie didn't realize just how much they were until Damon's lips made contact with them.

"Mmh!" Bonnie looked down to see Damon's mischievous gaze on her as he laved her sweet nipples with his saliva. Her hips sat down squarely on his flexing cock as her body reacted instinctively to needing relief.

Damon muffled a moan of his own at the feel of her against him. With a furrowed brow, he helped her arch her back further before wrapping his lips around her whole nipple and then some. His tongue lashed at the bud as he sucked and squeezed at her chest.

"Fuuuck!" Bonnie's eyes welled over with tears, her hands tight against his shoulder and arm, "Please, just fuck meee."

"Mm. You sure you're wet enough?" Damon snickered, "I gotta make sure your ready baby. It's been a while…" He breathed harshly against her damp skin. Even that sent tingles to the roots of her hair.

Bonnie was too gone to bother with an answer. Damon became a little sadistic during their couplings by withholding her pleasure by teasing her and normally the exchange made the lovemaking that much more intense, but in the state that she was in right now his inaction felt like the worst thing in the world.

The small woman reached behind her, between the cheeks of her plump ass to grab his happily nestled cock. Bonnie angled it at her weeping hole before Damon could gather his wits about him.

Like a woman possessed, she angled her hips up until his bulbous head was knocking into her passage. Thinking nothing of the pain she would feel from rushing, only focused on the searing empty ache inside of her that begged to be filled, Bonnie sat fully down onto him. "Maah," She didn't stop until he was fully submerged in her body and her walls were gripping him tight.

Bonnie cried out, her lips turned down in a wail as she impaled herself on Damon. Her body shook, pain mixed headily with unbelievable amounts of pleasure. She felt like she was on the precipice just from him almost bottoming out on her. Only an inch or so was left but Bonnie angled her hips down and forced it the rest of the way causing a tear to fall from her eye. He felt absolutely amazing. Her green eyes were open wide to the ceiling unseeingly as her womb enveloped him, squeezing tight and pulsating, threatening to make him spurt prematurely.

Damon watched, his smirk falling as she took what she wanted and impaled herself on him, mouth dry and choking at her actions. With full rapture, his eyes widened further as Bonnie took over his cock like it was a toy and started bouncing slowly on him. She looked dumbfounded, like she wasn't even in control of her own actions.

He was riveted by her. Her bun was completely gone and her curled tresses fell in ringlets down her back, her breasts bounced with her movements enticingly with nipples perked and begging to be bitten, her taut stomach clenched and her full thighs squeezed against his legs greedily. It was her face though that really had him captured, he'd never seen something so erotically beautiful and vowed at that moment that he would be the only one ever to. Bonnie's expression looked pained but the kind that had your brain warring with whether what you were feeling was good or bad. A feeling so euphoric that you lacked complete understanding and mental comprehension. Her mouth was open and pooled over with saliva, her cheeks were rouged darkly, and her eyes…her beautiful eyes were like emeralds, hazed over in ecstasy, unseeing…gone.

Measuredly, her gaze centered on him, but her hips didn't stop, with slowed movements she continued to bounce on him, her fluids continuing unabatedly to flow out of her snatch. She felt beyond belief, hot like lava, warm and gooey, but tight like a second skin or a sleeve.

"Are you cumming?" Damon hissed, his grip painfully tight on her.

Bonnie shook her head still in a daze, "I-I'm not sure, it all just feels so good…too good." She trembled, tears pebbling in her eyes, "Please help me."

Damon's eyes focused, and moving his hands to her hips he helped her movements. Bonnie gasped as he lifted her until his tip was kissing her opening then he put one hand on the crease of her hip and pushed her down. Her lips pulled apart in a broken shout. Her slickness eased away all of the constriction and with each manipulation of her body against him she was able to go all the way down each time. The pleasurably full feeling ached all the way through.

Damon ground his teeth. Holding her up and still for a moment, her ribcage expanded and he felt her breathe heavily against him as he slid down on the bed for a better angle. Planting both of his feet on the bed he was able to hold Bonnie's weight until it felt right.

"Oh god Damon, please I need to cum."

"I know, I got you, baby, don't worry." He rasped, allowing her to move again as he adjusted his hands to her thigh and her back, unable to stop himself from caressing her butter-like skin.

Brushing his lips against hers, Damon sucked on her bottom lip as he ground his hips against Bonnie's until he was deep within her warmth again, feeling her breath shake with relief. He hummed against her mouth as she moaned. Their bodies worked feverishly but he could tell that her movements were growing weak from the overwhelming sensations flowing through her. Damon worked his tongue into Bonnie's mouth and bit her upper lip, upping his speed, he started pumping his hips up into her sopping pussy mercilessly.

She cried against him, her hands running to his neck and his hair with a pull as he fucked into her. "Mmm! That feels…! Harder, mm, please! I can't…"

Damon wrapped his arm back around her back feeling the hills of her ass brush against his forearm while the other sifted through her hair as well. He pulled his feet up further and widened his legs until Bonnie was lifted higher as a consequence of his movement. "Hold on tight baby." He growled, and started pumping up and hard into her tight cunt.

This angle deepened the penetration unbearably. Heaving, Bonnie tried to sit up and move away but Damon held tight. "Nope, stay right there." Her ass clapped hard against him with his movements. The angle of her hips had her clit grinding against his pelvic bone with each back-and-forth motion so that it was constantly being stimulated. Bonnie was quickly taken over.

All she could do was take it while he fucked her, and she did so while making keening noises, drooling, and feeling half delirious. Holding on to him as he held her down Damon could hardly handle watching the lewd expressions on her face until he was also overcome. "You feel me, Bon? Let me get deep inside of you. Let me bottom out and make you scream baby."

"I-I'm, ooooh god, Damon! It's...too much!"

"No!" He growled in her ear, "Just enough. Come on you can take it, baby, take all of me. Come on Bon." He guided her to arch into him, to take all of him.

"Mmm!" As the feeling built up inside of her to a startling degree, Bonnie moved her hands to hold tight to his arm behind her as if she could disentangle them but he continued to hold fast and anchor her through her first penetrative orgasm of the night.

Lights flashed behind her eyes, her neurons fired alarmingly until every tingle went straight to the top of her head. Bonnie grunted as he pumped even harder.

Intoxicated by the smell of her arousal, their sex, and her natural scent in the air, Damon bit down on her neck. That was all it took for Bonnie to explode against him.

She was alarmingly silent but Damon could feel everything that was happening inside of her. Her walls collapsed down onto him in a vice. So tight it felt like his cock was going to snap off inside of her making him bite down even harder, devastated by his own need he didn't realize how hard until he tasted the distinct metallic flavor of blood.

"Aaaaah!" Bonnie finally screamed. With strength beyond her normal capabilities, she hopped out of his arms and he slipped from inside of her with a pop, squirting on top of him.

"Shit!" He cursed, pulling back.

Damon flipped them over gazing down at Bonnie. Her eyes were completely blown out.

His mind buzzed, it felt like there was static between his ears. Damon couldn't even fathom anything beyond giving Bonnie pleasure, he was in a daze that he would realize was caused by the stimulant in the brownies later on. Kissing down her neck, red smeared against his lips from his bite but he was unperturbed. He continued down her quickly rising and falling chest as Bonnie rubbed his shoulders and scratched her nails down his arms. The feeling sent his hair on end. He sucked on her nipples causing Bonnie to whimper and convulse, his other hand palmed her center and rubbed her aching clit gently.

Continuing to do so, he kissed down her stomach until he reached her pussy.

As if it was his only duty in life, he got to work eating her out and cleaning her mess with his tongue.

Bonnie felt out of it. She almost couldn't differentiate what was real anymore, just bliss and ecstasy. She hummed at the feel of his hands on her body, biting her lips as he dragged her body down to his with her legs thrown over his shoulders. As his mouth latched onto her clit, Bonnie pressed her knees against his head.

Even though he was gentle, licking her button before nudging it with his nose and licking up her cum from her opening, it felt like he'd been mouthing at her for hours instead. It was more than she could handle, to say the least.

"Nah…" As she was trying to vocalize that, an avalanche of feeling came over Bonnie making her limbs stiff and her neck arch.

Damon held her thighs down, sucked, and drooled on her snatch like his life depended on it. He could feel that she was going to cum again and he felt like he wanted it more than she did. Pushing her knees even higher until they were near her shoulders, Damon reached with one hand to the back of her head and made her head stay straight so that she could focus on him.

The image of his mouth fully on her and tongue swiping broadly with her legs spread and her body stretched impossibly was too much for Bonnie to bear. "Damooooon!" She screamed as he slashed his tongue against her clit like a madman. She wanted to roll her eyes back but the look in his eyes told her not to. To keep her eyes on him instead. Silently obeying, she stared into his gaze as her body shook. Her voice crescendoed until it was reedy and whiny. She was helpless to him, to his strength, his prowess, his dominance. Her hands that were on his arms scratched down until she was sure she drew blood. Her body gushed all over him, wetting his palette.

Damon released her quickly, his face stoic as her limbs fell and she panted tiredly. "More…"

He didn't need to be told twice, placing his cock at her entrance and pushing in they both exhaled a breath of relief.

Damon brought one leg over his shoulder as he stood on his knees and started pumping slowly into her.

Bonnie arched her back at the feel of his thick cock slicing through her walls hotly. He felt even better than before if possible. As if the feeling wasn't incredible already, Bonnie watched with bleary eyes as he licked his thumb before rubbing it over her beaded clit.

"Ahhh…"

Damon stared at her, "You like that baby?"

"I…I love it," She said brokenly, her body twitching, nerves frayed and uncontrolled.

"Tell me Bon are you always this wet?" His dick was covered in her cum, white and dripping around his length, thickening with each penetration, visible proof of her ecstasy.

Her head was so bowed back and her eyes were so glazed over and unseeing that she wouldn't be able to see what he was seeing even if she wanted to, regardless she could feel everything. Her insides tingled with each thrust, the thickness of his girth spread her deliciously and his fat tip pierced her just right, firmly against her g-spot, that her pussy moistened his shaft with each pass. She was so wet to the point that she could feel her juices leaking out the sides of her pussy and wetting the bed, her thighs, and his legs. The airy squelching sound gave a disturbance to her ears that added to her mortification ten-fold, a battle of wills with her unparalleled pleasure.

"Only for you," she cried as he hit even deeper, bottoming out in her just how he liked. He loved how loud she got when he hit her bottom, how he could make her submit and call his name in a wail. The sight of her like this was addicting.

Damon moved his hand from her clit and plucked on her nipples, all the while swiveling his hips until he could hear the gushy mess they made inside of her stir. Squeezing her breast, he pumped swiftly holding her thigh tight as Bonnie came once more. The words on her lips were unintelligible.

Bonnie gasped, feeling her insides clench achingly for the nth time around him as Damon flipped her onto her stomach all without falling out from inside of her. You couldn't ask her what day it was, what time it could be, or even her last name. At this moment she was just a soul made for ecstasy, flesh made of goo.

Damon pulled at her leg that walked up on the bed keeping her from arching and taking him, "Where are you going? Stay right here while I fuck you, okay?" Rubbing his large hands up her thighs, he squeezed her ass before gripping and holding tight to the meatiest part as he started to once again saw into her.

Incredibly he could already feel her cumming again.

"Fuuuuck me," Bonnie sobbed, cumming one after the other.

Damon huffed, leaning forward holding tight to her waist instead, and went even harder.

Bonnie fucked him back, her spine arched and her hands pushed against the sheets of the bed as she wailed into the dampened bed. "Ha-hardeer."

The man growled, his hips stuttering at the ridiculous milking her pussy was giving his cock, "If I fuck you any harder Bonnie, I could end up hurting you."

"…P-please." She whispered on the last of her breath, eyes unseeing and blurred by tears. He had already stuffed her full of himself and each stamp of his hips was bed shaking and threatening the headboards but she wanted, no needed more. She had a feeling that this was going to be the biggest most spine-shattering orgasm of her life.

Cursing, Damon held her down by the back of her neck and delivered just as she asked him to, fucking her into the bed until the back of her thighs went red on her warm skin and his hips became sore.

His thrusts were smooth until one last bed-shaking thrust into her core attempted to suck him in and not let go. Damon shouted in shock, at the last second he saved her from his full weight with his hands at her sides as he fell onto the girl below him.

Grabbing her hands and tangling their fingers, Damon moaned into her neck as she squeezed him. Uncontrollably he kept rolling his hips into her plush behind, Damon listened to Bonnie scream his name into the bed.

Pushing one hand under her hips, Damon fucked into her squirted mess feeling his dick twitch and pulse. He squeezed his eyes tight until colors spasmed behind his lids, "Damooon, pleeease," she sobbed, her face a mess. His hips snapped so hard that they were completely smashed into the bed right as he came harder than he ever remembered in his life.

"Mmm," Bonnie squirmed in his hold, holding up the flesh of her ass as she tried to push him as deep as possible inside of her, her legs wrapped around his and her arms pulled him more into her. It was like she was trying to mold their bodies together as they came together in an endless wave.

Minutes that felt like hours rolled by as their bodies kept spasming with pleasurable aftershocks. Damon shook against his lover, taking deep breaths of Bonnie's mouthwatering scent into his nostrils as he kissed down her shoulder. Slowly he slid his hand down her arm to her shoulder where red stained her body in splotches. Brushing his finger gently over her skin he listened to her purr.

That had to be the craziest sex he'd ever had. Unique in the sensations that passed between them and the sexual energy they fed each other. It was like their sexual chakras melded into one and made love…he'd never felt closer to another soul in his life.

"What…" he panted, "was in those fucking…brownies…?"

Below him, he felt the girl shake. Starting to become concerned, his worries abated when Bonnie angled herself better to see him, and her bright green irises were presented to him. She was laughing, and her laughter started his.

They both started laughing until their sides hurt. However, since Damon was still deeply embedded in her the sensations they created, especially inside of Bonnie, put her mind into a tailspin. Her body was absorbing the kinetic pleasure and all the while she couldn't stop laughing. "Oh god, how am I still cumming like this?!" Bonnie cried, beating her hand into the bed as Damon couldn't help but laugh as well. "We are never eating anything from that book ever again!" She squealed before grinding her teeth and closing her eyes to the pleasure.

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.oOo.

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A chill blew across pale skin causing the hair follicles on a masculine arm to raise and midnight strands on a relaxed forehead to shift. Wispy black lashes opened for slumberous eyes minutely until he was able to take in the sight before him.

The window had been left open. His curtains blew slightly with the breeze and after rounds of sex that lasted all night into the morning, the wind helped temper the smell of lust and sweat.

From the sunrise slowly peeking out from the horizon, just showing the light purple into blue, Damon could tell that it'd only been an hour since he and Bonnie finally finished.

A month of no sex shouldn't have been that hard considering he had gone a year, but when you had a woman like Bonnie Bennett around the possible seemed impossible and the impossible seemed possible. Now after learning how sexually vibrant she had become last night, Damon didn't think they could go days without having one another again.

He certainly wouldn't be able to resist.

His gaze swept down from the aurora to the woman lying in front of him in his bed. She was exquisite, nestled comfortably in his protective arms. Her back was to him as his arm slung over her small waist, his hand palmed low on her smooth stomach.

Damon could only see her curly strands sexily mussed around her head and the graceful hill of her caramel shoulder. Lifting up and pulling back a bit, he took in the soft silhouette of her supple form. She was on her side, curved erotically with her hip on show, a slender arm above his across her firm stomach, the other propping up her pillow. Her sinuous back curved down her spine alluringly leading his eyes to the voluptuous hills of her heart-shaped behind, perked and ready for his stiffening shaft already happily nestled between her cheeks. Groaning, he fixed his gaze on her lips just barely parted to breathe by, to her chartreuse eyes hidden from him, and her lovely chest rising and falling peacefully.

He watched her for countless minutes, as her chest rose and fell with her breath, her hand on her stomach grasping his, mmmm…with bated breath as she pressed her behind deeper into him, but best of all was the dreamy smile that formed on her lips every few minutes, his name among other words tumbling from her kiss swollen lips.

"Da…mon…" She sighed.

She was simply…beautiful.

Damon cuddled his body into hers, chest to back, thighs lined behind hers, and immediately pressed his face and nose into the crease of her neck. Breathing deeply, he took her addicting scent in. She smelled headier than usual, darker, after their night together. It made sense, he bent her in half and showed her lascivious things that could blow a porn star's mind, she was sure to come out of it differently.

Bonnie moaned in her sleep from his lips on her skin. The tingles he sparked from their touch couldn't be helped.

Damon's mind drifted the longer and deeper he took her smell in. His grip tightened until she moaned again, and he forced control onto himself to keep from waking her up.

My Bonnie…

Damon thought as he drifted back to sleep.

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.oOo.

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Hours ticked by and the sun was shining into the room.

Bonnie roused from her sleep at the feel of the sun on her eyelids. The smell of wisteria and dewed grass from Damon's garden wafted through the open window in the room. It put her dreamy mind into a rested and relaxed state, soothing her into gentle awareness.

In increments, she took notice of her body. Her muscles felt tired, her head airy, and her feminine parts ached deeply.

She felt satisfied.

She felt alive.

Bonnie slowly rolled her body into a deep arch against the thin white sheets. Her eyes were still closed to the world so her senses of touch and smell were the most heightened. The Egyptian cotton on her skin felt orgasmic as the sheets drifted between her thighs and over her pebbled nipples. Her hips pressed deeply into the bed as her arms lifted up slowly over her in a deep stretch, dimly taking away the ache in her passage. Like a cat, she stretched out on the bed trying everything she could to relieve the pleasurable yet maddening feeling inside of her that settled after being fucked to unconsciousness.

Yes, it was true.

Damon once again fucked her until she passed out.

It hadn't happened until the wee hours of the night after their sixth, no seventh…ninth time coupling? Oh god, she lost count. All she knew was that once her orgasms reached double digits her brain was too fried and delirious to keep up and every time she begged Damon he just kept coming back harder and more overwhelming than before until she was drowned in him and adrift in a sea of pleasure. She never knew sex could be so good. With him as her partner, she'd be amazed if they could ever stop.

Bonnie had an unending smile on her face, the same that Damon saw in her sleep, but as her consciousness grew so did the smile. Slowly emerald green eyes blinked open sleepily to the room before her. With the breeze and the sun, the room was the perfect temperature. Bonnie had a feeling this was going to be the perfect day.

Her raven head slowly turned and she released a bit of the deep arch in her back that pressed her perky breasts up and to the sky. The bed sheets were low on her hips showing off the almost purple bruises on her sides and arms as well as the dried blood coated on her neck and tops of her breasts, but she didn't care. She'd wear these marks as a trophy for as long as she could.

There, finally in her sight was the man of her dreams.

He was laying on his back, but with the way his arms were placed, one thrown over his head, the other on his washboard stomach, he looked like a greek god come to life. His pale skin under the sun had a bronzed hue that emphasized the strong muscles in his physique. His dark, dark hair was messily thrown around his head after hours of her playing and pulling through it during the multiple heights of her pleasure. Green eyes caressed his perfect features, down his love-bitten neck, and graced the rest of his body. In the same way that he loved to look at her, Bonnie devoured everything she could of him with no shame in her current fucked-out state. Over his defined pectorals with small pink nipples and past the bold vein in his muscular arm that laid over his stomach.

In a daze, she watched that large hand slowly lead her eyes the way down the rolling hills of his abs that connected to the deep V in his pelvis and finally to the gradually growing tent on the sheet at the apex of his thighs. Bonnie watched with bated breath and widened eyes as that same hand got lost under the sheet and made a crude motion, with the object hidden under there.

Getting a hold of herself, Bonnie closed her mouth to stop the drool that had formed from falling and whipped her head up the god-given body of the man she had been ogling.

With eyes that blue and lightened with gold under the sun, his gaze was wicked and sinister with nothing godly about it as he stared unabashedly at her face.

"G'morning little bird."

"Damon?" Bonnie greeted but the inflection sounded like a question in her voice as her eyes betrayed her and looked once again at what was happening under the sheets. His hand made a couple more indecent motions, making her wish she could see what he was doing. Meanwhile, his other hand crept between the bed and her bowed back, and before she knew it he had pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling his thigh. Surprised by the sudden move, she shrieked, but it was muffled by his sinful lips smiling into hers.

After a moment of incredibly soft kissing that contrasted the electricity that sparked her womb from his chest against hers and his leg nestled firmly between her thighs, the attractive couple broke apart.

Bonnie looked deeply into his happy eyes, they were close enough that their noses brushed. "I could get used to this." He spoke, voice husky and all too arousing this early in the morning.

She'd concur. The happy contented feeling that bubbled up in her gut and numbed her limbs threatened to overpower her. Bonnie couldn't believe it, she had been confessed by, proclaimed her love to, and made love with the most beautiful man in the world.

His hand smoothed down her back as they stayed in their bubble of contentment for a little longer. Feeling each other's heartbeat and the warmth of each other's naked skin.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" His voice was still in that husky timber, a sound that often aroused her on their mornings waking up together. Back then she had to hold back, but now not so much. The thought made her smile.

Bonnie's head had moved to his chest listening to his heartbeat while her index finger traced a deep scratch down his shoulder into his arm. She'd made that mark last night.

His face was buried into her hair as one hand rested on the swell of her ass and the other gripped her thigh close to him.

"Oh really? What did I say?"

"Nothing too crazy just," She could feel him smirk into the crown of her head, "'Oh, oh~ Damon, yes right there, so good! You're so bi—"

Sitting her chin up on his chest, Bonnie pinched his lips between her fingertips.

"Wut it wazzint anything I dinnit hear laz nite." He spoke between her grip. His eyes dipped and the flesh in her hand stretched letting her know that if she wasn't holding him that he would be full-on grinning like a lunatic.

"You're lucky you're cute." Bonnie finally released him with an eye roll after he nipped at her fingers.

"Mmm," Damon growled, "Cute is for puppies and babies with drool on their faces" Bonnie narrowed her eyes, "I'm sexy, alluring, the man who shows up in your fantasies and locks you with fuzzy handcuffs to his bed." Damon widened his eyes as both of his hands took a firm grip on her ass. He squeezed the flesh while flexing his thigh between her legs and Bonnie moaned. The sound turned into a whine when she realized the mess she was quickly making on him.

"D-Damon," She tried to sit up, but the hold he had on her was iron clad and Bonnie had to endure his muscular thigh rubbing her wetness against him and her clit. "Mmm, oooh." She closed her eyes tight to his focused and intense gaze. "Sh-shouldn't weee get ready for the day?"

"I haven't had you in a month, you're not leaving this bed until you can't walk and I have to carry you out of it."

"What wai–oooh!" Damon put his arms under her armpits and quickly raised her body on top of his before slanting his mouth over her pulse point. She was now straddling him and her weeping center was being poked and prodded by the wet tip of his cock. It made her gasp to realize how hard he already was.

"Your eyes on me like that…you got me so ready to make love to you." Damon rasped into her neck referring to her earlier perusal of him, and Bonnie bit her lip to keep from crying out for him to do it. "How do you feel, still in pain? Is it okay if I put it inside of you?"

Bonnie didn't even think about pain, she'd been too busy basking in her afterglow. But now that he mentioned it, the thought of him sticking his monster in her was equal parts drool-worthy and terrifying. She didn't mind the pain, she'd learned in her research that she was someone who liked to mix it with pleasure, but even she knew she needed to be eased into it. "Please, please, do it slow." She hummed against his ear, her hand moving to the pale thigh already gearing up to thrust up into her as he adjusted her roughly in his lap. She felt horny and scared, it was a heady mix of emotions that made her pussy throb and spill all over him.

"Fuck, I'll try baby." Damon took her lips once more in a tongue-filled kiss.

She was the one trying to slow him down, but the way he was kissing her had her toes curling and her womb begging for more of his essence. What started as her gripping his thigh worriedly turned into her slowly moving her hand up to where his balls hung, trailing her nails over the gradually tightening flesh and up to his hard-as-steel member. Damon groaned biting into her swollen lip as she grasped him and angled her steadily grinding hips to receive his love once more.

Bonnie was flipped on her back before she even had a chance and sparkling mischievous blue eyes stared into hers as he pulled on her bottom lip.

With her arms trapped behind her back, Damon hefted her legs up until he got her to spread open wide for him, "That may have worked last night, but today's a new day." She had taken control of him during their first penetration last night when he was awed with lust and amazed by her talents but today he would show her who's boss.

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Plea—"

Grabbing a fist full of her hair, Bonnie was unprepared for Damon to sit her up, legs spread and her arms still locked behind her back now secured with one of his.

"Mmm, Damon you're hurting me." Bonnie bowed her neck to follow the pull of his hand. She tried closing her knees suddenly feeling exposed but was blocked by his knees.

His hand in her hair brought her face to his and she felt conflicted by the serious look that she saw.

"Spit."

She frowned, "What?"

Finally, he let go of her hair but not the grip he had on her arms, instead he moved his hand under her jaw and swiped his thumb along her lip until the full teasing flesh pulled, "Spit…" he stared at her glare from his rough behavior that grew more and more confused. Teasingly, his thumb drug down her neck over her sternum down the natural line of her belly button, and to the groove between her thighs. "Spit here."

"You're serious?" Bonnie's eyes tightened as she ignored the twitch that followed his skin on hers. She was growing wet along with her anger.

Damon's face stayed inscrutable, the lines on his face were smooth with not a flinch to show that he was joking. "Do it," He leaned forward brushing his lips on hers.

Despite his solemn facade, Bonnie could tell that he was getting off of making her feel nervous and under his control. And despite her natural defiance, she couldn't deny that she was feeling hotter and hotter under her skin at his dominance.

A minute ticked by of them staring at each other, her glare just as infuriating as ever and his just as provoking until finally, Bonnie gathered enough saliva in her mouth to let it drip from her pouty lips. It wasn't as much as she drooled on his cock last night, but Damon thought it was a cute amount. With her angry little face, arms shackled behind her, and body presented to him, he thought she was the sexiest, cutest thing ever, his cock certainly liked what it saw as the fluids from her mouth slowly met the primly shaved cleft of her sodden center. She had a surprisingly good aim for not breaking eye contact with him.

He broke first to watch her drool onto herself. Her pretty little pussy with dark pink folds wasn't quite wet enough for what he had planned, he wanted her soaking. Not quite meeting her clit like he wanted, they both watched as the spit rolled down into her pussy with bated breath. "Fuck you're so sexy, baby."

Bonnie bit her lip, going between her pussy lips to his entranced expression and his jerking dick. She was mad that he made her do something like that, angry that she was forced to do something so embarrassing, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't want him to fuck her until she was stuffed with his cock and had nowhere to go until she went crazy.

Damon jerked Bonnie out of her fantasies immediately when his thumb she'd missed going into his mouth started rubbing softly onto her wet clit.

"Oo-oh! What are you doing?" Bonnie's voice wobbled as she stared wide-eyed at the action.

His thumb stroked softly, up and down, up and down against her most sensitive flesh. The soft tissue pebbled and purled against him as he kept the action up unremitting.

"Mmm," Bonnie whined between her lips, already her legs were starting to shake, yet Damon stayed focused on the task at hand. He was excruciatingly gentle, using no more pressure than when you would rub your eye, with the same motion of up and down on her clit. It felt like a tickle, an itch that you couldn't scratch being constantly stimulated.

There were only a few breaks in between the constant rubbing for him to gather copious lubricant from her passage. It was the only moment Bonnie felt relief from the torture but she was quick to find out that his thumb pushing at her pulsating hole was just as unbearable a feeling. Seconds turned into minutes but he didn't relax and neither could she, his pace and pressure kept the same, over and over onto her. "Oh my-my, what are you doing to me?" He wouldn't answer, she couldn't even see his intention in his eyes as he kept his focus on her clit.

After a full five minutes of torturing her, he finally looked back into her eyes, "Spit." He commanded. Ten seconds ticked between them and he never changed his stare, his thumb kept going. Bonnie moved her tongue around to do as told, all the while keening and moaning at the motion that built a wave of pressure inside of her. She felt like if he kept going any longer she would burst. It felt like the build-up of a different kind of orgasm. It was completely clitoral so the pressure was all there in the upper quadrant of her pelvis. It was odd and scary considering it was new, she didn't know how she should feel but she had no choice but to.

She spits, once more, this time an adequate amount that slid from her belly button to the action between her thighs. All the while Damon held her stare and she felt the true intensity of Damon Salvatore at this moment.

Bonnie cried out, long and hard once she felt the wetness meet his thumb. The slick motions unimpeded continued. Her thighs were uncontrollable now, shaking so hard in his clutches as he patiently worked her. She couldn't handle the feelings that grew as he stared engrossed by her expressions, Bonnie had to close her eyes—

"Keep your eyes open."

"I c-ca-can–"

"You will."

"Aaah," Bonnie felt her whole lower half shake, she was going to cum. She could feel it, but it felt almost as if she had waited the whole day to pee as if she'd been shaking for release for hours and finally met the toilet. She didn't want to cum like this, she was afraid she was going to pee instead. "Waiitt!"

"Stay with me, right here," Damon growled, his eyes staying on hers. It felt like he was trying to get into her mind and read her. Bonnie's eyes widened as they connected, it felt like he was everywhere at once with the constant radiating pressure of an almost orgasm on her clit. For minutes they stayed that way and Bonnie felt like she was once again drawing from his intensity. Damon was taking over her mind and her senses and they were becoming one. Bonnie cried and moaned, screamed at moments. There was no crest and fall of pleasure, it was like a constant orgasm at its peak. "Spit," Her open mouth was openly drooling on his finger and her middle as she cried tears down her face, she'd never felt something like this before. Her mind felt more warped than last night on the brownie.

Right on the fifteen-minute mark, Damon lifted Bonnie up into his arms so that the backs of her knees were over his biceps and his hands were firmly gripping her waist. Her thighs were spread impossibly as he lifted her once again and pressed deep into her center. All the while, their locked gaze never stopped. Bonnie convulsed as he pierced her, her insides were extra sensitive this morning after a whole night of sex and orgasm that she would swear she could feel every inch and every vein of him. "Oh nooo, you feel so gooood." She cried. The slight pain with the full-bodied pleasurable feeling against her nerves was a heady concoction.

Damon grunted as he bottomed out with no hindrance, his tip pressed firmly to her base. Bonnie's arms were thrown over his shoulder as she brought her face down to his neck.

Pressed to the hilt of him, she had to take everything but she'd never felt happier to do so. Her insides squeezed and milked his cock as she got used to him, meanwhile Bonnie was nibbling and biting at his shoulder threatening to break the skin as his eyes glazed over. Even with their eyes no longer staring she felt connected to him mentally, she felt so close to him like their souls were entwining. Their sacral sexual chakra was one with their bellies down to their connected parts aligned and their breathing as one, she could feel him in her being. A minute passed as Bonnie came down from her out-of-body high, she hadn't realized she'd orgasmed until the pulsating around him inside of her and in her clit went down to a dull drum.

Bonnie pulled back to look at Damon and what she saw had her geared up all over again. His teeth were bared and his eyes were squinted shut. He was clearly trying to gather himself to keep from pounding into her. "Damon, look at me." She panted until slowly she was given the most precious view in the world to her. "Please, make love to me."

Gradually he lifted her in his hold, his knees spread apart to keep him anchored as he used brute strength to deliver her pleasure. Bonnie's mouth formed at O at the stupendous feeling of him inside of her. She felt everything and he felt amazing.

Pump after pump they went and Bonnie couldn't control anything that was happening to her or the things that she was saying. "Oh, yes fuck me, Damon."

"Bonnie…" He groaned.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god. So deep, you're so deep. I can feel all of you, can you feel all of me too?"

"Baby you're gushing all over me." His voice was pinched, and his brow was tight in the middle of his forehead. Bonnie moaned at his stronger hold at her waist, the bruises from last night added to the effect and she was more than creamy on his cock.

"Ahhhh, I love it…" She sobbed, one of her hands whipped to go behind her and aided with his heavy thrusts. She pushed against her arm and brought herself down onto him until he was stamping heavily and fully into her womb. At the angle they were in, she knew it would be dangerous and painful any other time but her walls and her pussy accepted him, all of him thankfully with each snap of his powerful hips. "I love you so much baby, only you can get me like this. My body is yours, to the deepest parts, every piece of me belongs to you." She started hyperventilating, feeling that her end was near.

Damon's vividly striking gaze pierced into her, "You're so pretty like this Bonnie, I wish you could see what I see. How you look getting fucked by me." As she cried from his words, he moved one of his hands up her thigh and hooked it where his bicep was, opening her up even further, Bonnie fell back on the bed as Damon hovered over her. Her flexibility was tested as he pushed her knees down to the bed.

Bonnie watched him with fear-stricken eyes, he looked like a fallen angel coming down to conquer and own her. His hips winded into her, his breathing changed into shallow tight breaths as she watched sweat pebble and form on his skin. With one upward thrust of his hips, he was hitting her deepest parts reaching for the most pleasurable spot in her canal.

Bonnie's green eyes crossed then rolled, all you could hear were her loud soul-born wails that took over his home. Bonnie was suddenly worried about her birth control, these were the kind of thrusts that put a baby in you. She felt like she would be pregnant even if she was loaded up with contraception, she felt consumed by him.

"Do you feel that baby, I'm in your guts. Fuck, I love you so much, Bon." Damon rasped, engrossed in her facial expressions that were achingly beautiful to him. He snapped his dick into her over and over, feeling her gush and create a puddle under them on the bed but he just kept going and going even as her walls came down on him even with each squeeze of her pussy that was viciously tight. "I fucking love you, do you hear me?" He roared.

"Yeeeesss!" Bonnie squealed until she came. Her hands on his arm and at his waist feebly pushing against it, scratched deep into him as she squirted and her neck bowed.

"Aah, a–a, daamnit," Damon erupted uncontrollably into her depths, filling her to the brim with him but his thrusts were never-ending.

Bonnie's body was paralyzed in euphoric bliss. She just kept cuming until her heart nearly palpitated. He was relentless. And when he came, he gripped her body so hard, it felt like she was having a stroke.

Her whole body held his for mercy.

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"Why does it always feel so good with you?" Bonnie moaned into Damon's hands in her head. Her eyes were closed as she reveled in the feel of his massage. Sure her sexual experience was small, but she didn't think this was normal.

"I would like to say it's because of my skills but honestly being with you is the best experience of my life," Damon answered honestly. He moved one of his hands from her hair to the pump of the shampoo bottle at his side. He took a couple more pumps in his hand before massaging it back into her hair.

"…maybe you're right. Maybe it's because of your experience…" Bonnie blinked her pretty eyes open, still languid but thoughtful.

"Nah…I've had a lot more shitty sex than you would think." He chuckled darkly, taking a pail of clean water into his hands as he poured it over her dark locks. He enjoyed her hum of contentment and expressed so by pressing a kiss into her temple before moving to put conditioner into her hair. "Even with people who had more skills than me…Not to sound cheesy but when you love someone everything is just…better." He whispered huskily. Unbeknownst to her, his eyes grew fond as he finger-detangled her hair with the conditioner just as she taught him. He was gentle and patient even with this. Like he always was with her.

"Yeah maybe that's it…it's because I love you." Bonnie blushed. Her eyes were open and wide, she felt very soft after her morning and night with Damon.

Damon pulled her close so that she was fully in his lap. The water from their bath water threatened to spill over and the tweet of birds that could be heard from the still-open window really set the mood. "…and because I'm a sex God. "

"And because you're a sex God." Bonnie snorts, her eyes heavenward.

Damon smirked, "Where did you learn to do all that last night?"

"Well while exploring myself and what I like for the past month I've come across some interesting things…like techniques for relaxing your throat." Bonnie pursed her lips.

Damon's eyes widened before quickly narrowing, "How often do you look up these things…and masturbate?"

"Hmm, I don't look stuff up that often but I masturbate on average about twice a day."

He stared at her stunned for a moment before turning away with a groan, "Oh no, I've created a monster."

Bonnie laughed, "Oh drama, thy name is Damon." Allowing him to finish her hair and rinse out the conditioner, Bonnie turned into his hold when he was done. This time she had a washcloth in her hand, sudsy with bubbles.

Blue and green met mirthfully as she rubbed the soap onto him and cleaned his skin. Like a pair of love-sick fools, they giggled and kissed in between her work on his skin. "You were my sex therapist…then my boyfriend…now my everything." Damon's eyes widened with emotion, "Everything in this relationship has felt right even when I wanted to make myself believe that something was wrong. That I didn't deserve it…"

"You do…" Damon whispered.

"I do…" She stared into his eyes. He made her believe that. "And so do you…I love you, Damon. And if the offer is still on the table I want to love you, here, every day."

"Does that mean…?" He eyed her.

Bonnie nodded her head happily. "Just don't get me pregnant before we get married. I can't do everything out of order."

Damon grinned devilishly, "I make no promises I can't keep, BonBon."

Bonnie giggled as he tackled her and they fell into the water that was overfilled with their love. They drowned in the sea of bliss and held each other close as they sunk to the bottom. Even as they died a slow death suffocating from love, they'd never felt more alive than in the time they spent together.

The End.

Bonus:

Google Search:

Chemical in brain that causes sexual stimulation

This is dopamine… The neurotransmitter dopamine is produced in response to sexual stimulation…

Google Search:

Sexual effects of Potency Wood

…a small tree or shrub found in Brazil…has more aphrodisiac uses than you can shake a herbally-assisted stick at…

Bonnie stared at the screen, her eyes widening in increments as she read further.

Google Search:

Sexual effects of Macao

…relative of mustard found in the high in the Peruvian Andes…an acquired taste…A study of 50 men in a double-blind trial found that sexual activity was improved with Macao…women praised it for nights of unending orgasms…

Crossing her legs, Bonnie remembered the pleasure that hit her with the brutality of getting with a baseball bat and the endlessness of torrential waves; over and over they felt like they wouldn't stop.

"Wait chocolate is an aphrodisiac?" She cried, looking on aghast. Without typing in sexual effects next to these ingredients, the first information you'd find would be harmless and inoffensive so of course Bonnie had no idea that she was putting a bunch of potent aphrodisiacs into her brownies. "Grams, what in the hell were you using these brownies for…?" She blinked, "Matter of fact, I don't want to know." With that, Bonnie slammed the lid of her laptop down.

"What's that babe?"

Bonnie looks up in time to see Damon with his jeans low on his hips and unzipped, he was in the middle of buttoning up a shirt. His hair was still messy and wet from their bath which she could smell on his skin. He was giving her an unintentionally—well maybe it was always intentional with Damon, sexy look as he looked up at her from under his bowed head.

Feeling a little hot from her research, she thought of what he had told her the night before, she wanted to see if it would work, "Clothes…off…" Damon straightened up, quirking his brow at her, "…now?" It sounded like an unsure question at the end but Damon seemed to get the hint.

Right before her eyes reemerged the infamously known stud of the modern era and the bane of her existence, Sex Therapy Extrodanaire, Damon Salvatore.

"Well alright then." His eyes twinkled matching the heat of the smirk on his lips. With quick movements, his shirt was off before Bonnie could blink and he was ripping down his pants.

Suddenly apprehensive at the hungry predatory look on his face, Bonnie became nervous. "J-Just kidding Damon, haha! It was a joke!" She laughed unconvincingly.

"No, you weren't, now come to Daddy!" He laughed, fully naked now, launching himself onto the bed on top of a girlishly giggling Bonnie.

"Noooo!"

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AN: Yay! My first Bamon fic is complete! This is probably one of the fastest chaptered fics I've completed, haha.

So what did y'all think? I know the final lemon was long awaited so I really put my foot into it, I feel like I did a good job but I would like to know what y'all think. I really wanted to write how connected Bonnie and Damon are now beyond the physical. They reached a chakra release together which is why there is so much emphasis on pleasure. I wanted to connect back to the therapy from the first couple of chapters, I didn't want to just write a regular degular smut. Haha.

Lastly before I sign off, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to write another Bamon story since I put so much of my muse into this but luckily I got flooded with ideas. So much so that I started writing another fic!

This one is about Bonnie and Damon of course, but Bonnie grew up with the Salvatores and is basically part of the family. Ever since Damon met her he's had this urge to protect her but as they've grown and matured into adulthood those feelings have changed romantically. For an angsty teen turned bitter man like Damon he's conflicted. Bonnie however knows what she wants and she wants Damon. Can they figure out what they're destined to be without hurting each other?

There's lots of drama, feels and of course smut, which is my specialty, in this fic. I'm not sure when I'll post it. I'm getting everything out roughly right now, so I'm thinking I want to do like what I did with this fic and have the first quarter of the fic already done first before doing anything else.

Anyways I hope you guys anticipate that if you're interested! Thank you for reading up until this point. I was so happy by the amount of love I received for my story especially for a TV show that's no longer airing. Just goes to show the Bamon family will never die.

Peace!