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Forbidden fruit. A strong desire or craving for something all the more because it is not allowed.
Master. A man in a position of power of people working for him, typically servants/slaves.
Slave. A person who is legal property to another and forced into obedience.
Control. Power to influence behavior. Authoritative Mastery
Defiance. Being openly resistant to obedience.
Husband. Married significant of his wife. Master of household, life partner.
Wife. Married significant of her husband. Better half, life partner.
Marriage. Institution of being united in matrimony. Intimate Union of two entities.
Chapter 8 - The waters of Forbidden Fruit Grow Everlasting Love.
*A/N Warning *this chapter opens up some other character's stories. Dark!Damon is quiet this chapter but he will return next chapter. Until he returns please Enjoy Bonnie's wedding day and night ;) and as always I'd love to hear your opinions. I love y'all so I gave you another longer chapter. Please Enjoy!
Rating M
*Sorry for errors
She suddenly became very fearful of having left him alone for so long. Maybe he vomited again? He acted like a bastard today, but he was her bastard and she couldn't let him die. Her fear of losing him got the best of her and she ran through the darkened house almost stumbling over every step to their bedroom. He hadn't been himself, and she should have walked him to the bedroom to take care of him. He was not in his right mind, and could not care for himself. "No, no. Please, please, just be okay. God please don't take him from me." She said to herself. She got up the stairs and rushed to get to their bedroom door, and she bumped into a hard chest.
Kol Mikaelson.
He grabbed her roughly by her arm, covered her mouth quickly before she could scream, and took her into his bedroom shutting the door behind him quietly, and locking it.
Bonnie's body shook under his touch and she trembled, his hold on her was suffocating and tight, with one hand over her mouth and the other tightly around her waist. She shook against him, which only made him pull her closer.
He kept his hand over her mouth and pulled her into his body closely and whispered quietly in her ear, as his lips slightly rubbed her neck, "Shhhh. Don't…Say… a…got damn… Word!"
Bonnie shutters in Kol's arms. His arm holds her waist tightly and he remains as quiet as he can. He listens for Damon's room door. He doesn't hear it. It has been more than twenty minutes he stood in his doorway listening for Damon in his room. As Bonnie ran up the stairs he knew she would walk into something she wasn't ready to find.
"I don't want to hurt you Bonnie. Okay?"
She nods her head frantically. "I am going to remove my hand from your mouth. Please, stay as quiet as possible. I am trying to protect you." She nodded her head but she was confused.
Kol Held his breath quietly. And asked Bonnie to do the same.
"What is going on Monsieur Mikaelson?"
"Bonnie, there is something you need to know about Damon. He has a problem. A sickness."
"What?"
"He developed a very disturbing habit when we were in the away at Serving our time during the War."
"Damon was in the Military?"
"Yes, we had to do a year as a part of our schooling. Damon was not prepared for the things that War exposed us to. He needed help coping and he began drinking. When he drinks he becomes violent. Very violent. He usually never remembers what he did the next day, but it doesn't stop it from happening."
"What is wrong with him?"
"Well, while were in isolation during the War, Damon developed Typhoid fever more than once. Our living conditions were less than sedentary. Damon remained sick the first time for nearly a month. When he finally got better, her got sick again months after, and the second time he nearly died. I have no idea how they were able to save him, because I saw him near death. I feared for my comrade."
"When he was cleared of the bacteria, we had to keep him from getting sick. Damon refused to drink water for the rest of our time away. The water was making him sick. It was filthy and polluted. So he only drank spirits for the remaining two months. Everyday Damon was drunk. He became quite mad with rage. It was nothing I had ever seen before with Damon. He always kept such a quiet and peaceful disposition."
"How long did he continue to drink after you returned from war?"
He stopped Bonnie. When we got back to the University, he stopped altogether. It was torture for him to drink those spirits every day for two months. It was a vile, and disturbingly slower death than the Typhoid."
"So why is Damon drinking again?"
"I do not understand fair Bonnie. Maybe the distillery? But in college he never drank, no matter how many spirits were around him. When we bought this distillery, I was confident Damon was not going to get lost in the sin of it all. I was wrong. He drinks nearly every day."
Bonnie felt frightened. She was scared for Damon, and herself.
"Bonnie, Damon doesn't understand that he becomes a different man all together. I have tried several attempts to help him. I am worried for him, and now Dear Bonnie, I am worried for you. His lapse of memory cannot have a good means for you."
"What am I to do Monsieur Mikaelson?"
"He needs help Bonnie. I suggest calling the priest or maybe even a doctor. This is why I am here. Damon asked me to come, and help him with the distillery, so he can run the market place, and have more time to spend with you. I think keeping him away should help him avoid alcohol."
"He has become relentless Monsieur Mikaelson."
"Bonnie, please call me Kol. Damon is like family to me and you are his family. Which makes you and I family."
A loud grunt from the other room sounds and Bonnie's curiosity is peaked.
She looks towards the direction of the sound, and as she attempts to leave the room, Kol catches her. "Bonnie, I beg of you not to go to him. You will either not like what you see, or you will get hurt. If you wait it out, I will go in there and deal with him."
"No, it sounds like…" Bonnie walks out of Kol's room and into Damon's and what she sees breaks her heart. Bonnie grabs her waist with one arm as the other hand covers her mouth in disbelief. "Damon," She says breathlessly. Kol ran to her side. She saw Celeste in the room trying to pray for Damon who was raging in his own anger. Vomit on his clothes, tears on his jacket, the bedroom destroyed, and bruises on his face. As if he'd been falling all over the place.
Bonnie ran to Damon and tried to grab him. "Bonnie, please stop." Kol said. He ran to try and stop her but she ran to Damon.
Damon only saw red, he did not recognize Bonnie, or Kol, and Celeste seemed to remain unscathed in the far corner of the room praying in her native tongue. Although she looked to be catholic with her Rosary and prayer stance. "Get away from me." he yelled.
Bonnie had no idea what to do. She looked at him and her entire heart was breaking inside of her chest. He looked mad. He looked angered and possessed. "Damon, please calm down. It is me. Bonnie."
He stares at her and nothing in his eyes changes, and she becomes very frightened of him. Damon stalks Bonnie's body in a predatorial, manner. She is backed up against a wall, until Kol steps between Bonnie and Damon.
"Mate, calm down, you do not want to do this Damon."
"Get out! Let me and my fiancé speak alone."
"I can't do that Mate. You are mad right now, and she is fragile."
"Is that how you feel Bonnie? That I am a mad man?" He yelled at her.
"Bonnie, Celeste get out of here." Kol yelled. "Now."
Both women leave the room and watch the two men stand toe to toe. They stand from the door and watch. "How dare you come between me and my future wife. You do understand no man shall come between a man and what is his?"
"Let's not think about Bonnie right now. Let's focus on work. The distillery is doing remarkably. Isn't it? We have started several contracts. Success is your middle name Damon Salvatore. Everything you do turns into a successful venture. I am proud to be in business with you. Let's do what we have to, in order to remain successful. Which means, we can't drink the bourbon anymore mate." Kol says putting his hands on his friend's shoulders. Trying to plead with a raging Damon.
Damon roughly pushes Kol's arms off of his shoulders. "Don't do that. I am not a monster. You are talking to me like I am a monster."
"No, mate, I am talking to you like a friend, comrade, fellow soldier."
Damon's stands up right and takes a deep breath. "Fine, I need my rest." He says reluctantly, and Bonnie's nerves are somewhat relaxed. "Let me be."
"Alright. I will see you at sun up." He takes Damon's jacket off and walks him to his bed. Bonnie walks I n and goes directly to their bathroom and turns on the cold water for him. After Kol Helps Damon with his jacket. He sees to it Bonnie is okay. "Bonnie, will you be alright?"
"Oui, Monsieur Mikaelson. Merci."
"Please, just Kol." He says. Kol reluctantly walks out.
"Thank you Kol." She says. He walks himself and Celeste out of the room. She knows she isn't completely out of this situation. She braces herself for the night ahead of her. Bonnie walks to the bed and begins taking Damon's boots off. Slowly. She then helps him to undress, and she walks him to the cold water. As she helps him to step into it, he winces and yells, and curses at the coolness of it.
"There, there Monsieur Salvatore, it will help you."
"Bonnie," His teeth clench, "Call me by my name, we are to be married. Stop calling me anything but my name."
"Yes, Damon."
"Another thing, I do not want you speaking French in this household anymore. You will get enough of that at the marketplace. Do you understand.?"
"Yes, Damon."
Bonnie soaked up the small sponge and proceeded to bathe him. Damon remained silent the duration of his bath and he stared into nothingness as she washed his body. He didn't even look like himself. He was a man unrecognizable by the woman who loved him.
~oXo~
The next morning Damon awoke to an empty bed. He sat up and looked to the remnants of last night's ordeal. He wasn't sure what happened, but he knew something happened, because his head was pounding and his face was bruised. He smelled of soap, which means he was bathed, and if he was not well enough to remember, then he knew Bonnie must have bathed him. At this point Damon needed to see Bonnie.
"Birdie."
"Birdie."
He dressed himself and called to her. She never did come. He called several times, he was getting worried that she had left him. What happened the night before?
Damon's eventually makes it downstairs where he sees Kol and Celeste engaging in conversation over brunch. Celeste's head drops as he enters the room, as her form of respect to him. She stood and curtsied.
"Good afternoon, Mate. You feeling better today?"
"I suppose so. I have no idea what happened yesterday."
"It isn't important right now, we can discuss that later, for now, I should get you out of the Manor."
"Well, I have not seen my fiancé., I wish to see her."
"She is in the Library, today was her fitting, with your mother. Did you forget?"
"I did, I have no idea what today it is, to be honest."
"It is five days until your wedding day." Kol says as he pats his friend on the back. "Come one Mate, let's get you to your fiancé, so I can take you out for the day. We will get some fresh air. We have some things to talk about."
Damon got a look of concern then went to the library to find the beautiful woman he proposed to. When he walked in his breath was taken away. He could do nothing but stare at the vision before him from behind her. He walked up to her to glance at her beautiful face and when he saw her, he jumped backwards. "Bonnie what happened to your…did I?"
She said nothing.
"Damon, may I have a word with you?" His mother asked. He walks to a corner with his mother.
"Yes Lily."
"Damon, I have decided to take Bonnie back to the boarding house until the wedding."
"WHAT? No!"
"Damon, she said you tried taking her body twice yesterday against her will." Lily looked at him with disdain.
"I have no idea, I do not remember, I would never take her against her will, Lily." He raised his voice slightly.
"Damon, your drinking those evil spirits has gotten out of hand. You need to let Bonnie have this space or she will grow to hate you. And son, I do not wish that for you."
"Lily, she is mine, she will always be mine. You or no one will or can take her from me. Ever!"
"Damon, we do not wish to separate the two of you. We wish to protect the virtue and heart of that young girl over there. She is young, and she is the only good this family has ever known. Do not break her of that." Lily was demanding. She rarely demanded things from Damon. Today she was putting her foot down as Bonnie's mother, rather than catering to Damon.
"I can't let her go. I won't." Damon moves away from Lily and walks towards his fiancé and grabs her, pulling her arm, taking he to their bedroom. Once inside he shuts the door locking it.
"Bonnie do not do this, don't leave here."
"Damon, Lily thinks it is a good idea and so do I. It will be for five mere days. I will see you at the wedding."
Damon's eyes water, and his face reddens. He truly believes she is slipping away from him. He drops to his knees holds on to her by the back of her knees and begs, "Do not do this Bonnie. I beg of you."
Her body is filled with instant warmth for him and she breaks down silently. "Damon, I will not forsake you. I love you. Let this be the time we need to make this union a blessed one. I only have one wish, and that is to remain a virgin until my wedding day. After that, my body is my gift to you, I will delight in sharing my body with you." Bonnie wanted her virtue protected until her wedding day.
She bends down to her future husband and holds him in her arms. "I am sorry Bonnie for hurting you."
"I know." She cried. She knew he wasn't finished with the drinking; she knew he wouldn't change overnight. She was ready to help him though. She needed the next few days to prepare herself mentally. She needed her family right now.
Bonnie finished with her fitting, and left with Lily. Damon watched as she got into the carriage with Lily and left. He stood there until he could no longer see the carriage. His mind was going into a very dark place. Life without Bonnie was going to be lonely, even if it were just the next five days.
He spent the day with Kol, and he was taken back to his college days. Friends, comrades, soldiers; remembering the simpler times of life, before they were sent into the war.
~ xXxXx ~
Stefan and Bonnie's reunion was an emotional one. The second she showed up at the boarding house, he swept her off of her feet in a hug, and never wanted to let her go. His arms wrapped around her and his face was buried in her neck.
"Stefan." She said as the tears flooded her face.
"Little bird," He pulled back to see her face, "I missed that smile."
He pulled her back in for a hug. "I love you." He said holding her as if she belonged to him, but he knew she didn't.
"I love you too."
"Come, tell me about your new garden and fish pond." He says, Stefan leads Bonnie by hand back into the boarding house. Moments later they sat at the garden at the boarding house, and Stefan looked to Bonnie and was caught off guard by her face. He grabbed her by her chin, and searched the bruises. They were fresh. "When?" He asked.
"Yesterday."
"Got damnit, Birdie. What did he do."
"It is nothing, Stefan."
"No it is something, how did this happen?"
"He was drinking, and he didn't realize what he had done."
"How often does her drink, Birdie?"
"Everyday Stefan. He has been drinking every day for nearly months. Even before we moved from the boarding house, he would arrive late, with spirits lingering on his tongue. I can't remember a time I didn't smell it on his breath." She says with a depressed undertone.
"Has he hurt you often?"
"Stefan it is not important. I am going to help him. I am going to stand by him, and he will get better. Kol is going to help me."
"Kol Mikaelson? His boarding school roommate."
"Oui."
He touched her bruises with his hands, then slowly kissed her marks with his lips softly. She relaxed into his touch and allowed his tenderness. It has been so long since she has felt a tender touch. Stefan's lips moved from Bonnie's cheeks to her lips, and again he kissed her inappropriately. His lips wanted to ravage hers, and before he could invade her with his tongue, Bonnie stopped him. "Stefan, No."
She backed away from him. "I love Damon."
"I know. Shame on me. Shame on him. We have not given you the fair opportunity to be the girl you deserve to be. I love you Birdie. I will always love you. But, I love you enough to let you be happy. I will always protect you, I will always want for you to be happy."
"Thank you Stefan."
Stefan reached for her hand and interlocked their fingers and they sat outside watching the sun set.
Two days later
Bonnie was at the Market place with Lily, and she ran into Marcel. Lily excused herself to speak with some Ministers about the wedding. Bonnie was pulled aside by Marcel, to speak.
"Hello, Bonnie."
"Marcellus." She nodded.
"I should say that I have needed to speak with you for a while now."
"I am here Marcellus, is everything okay?"
"It is."
"How is Sabine and the baby?"
"They are well. The baby was almost stricken with Yellow fever. But we got very blessed with prayer from the minister."
"Good. I am happy to her that. What is it you wanted to tell me Marcellus?"
"Bonnie, I can't stay long, I just wanted to tell you how much I loved you. I could not take you, because it would not have been right. I made the contract, to marry Sabine for her freedom. Although, it was not meant for love from the start, it would not have been right for me to act on my feelings for you. You understand. But this union was made through your Caretaker, your madam, Liliana Salvatore. She arranged this union, because she did not want me to act on my feelings for you."
"This is a lie, Marcellus. Please do not lie to me."
"This is true. I would not lie to you. I owe you nothing but truths, because you have been nothing but lovely towards me since my arrival."
"Marcellus? My ma'ma, arranged your marriage?"
"Oui. Please understand, I never meant to hurt you."
"I understand Marcellus. I must go now. I have to head back to the boarding house."
"Bonnie." Lily called out to her.
Her goodbyes to Marcel were brief, and just a kiss to each cheek. She was off to the boarding house. As she sat in the carriage, she remained silent. She looked at Lily. Lily had made a formidable payment to keep Marcel away from her. Marcel, a man that loved her before she realized she was capable of the type of love he could offer her.
Her thoughts were beginning to change with the ideas that she was realizing she was very sheltered to the dark ways of the world. Bonnie's light was torching the way of the Salvatores and her alone, would have to be the one to remind them of why they were a family. Bonnie decided against going into detail with Marcel about his offer, and she decided against remaining angry at Lily for longer than a few seconds. However, a bitter seed had been planted in Bonnie's mind, and she would not forget that little bit of information she had just received.
~xoOox~
Stefan lay in his room with his arms folded behind his head, and his eyes on the sealing. Imagining it was the sky and he was gazing with Bonnie at the stars. He has been coy in his admittance, but he harbors feelings for his kindred. His eyes get lost in the memory of the other day, when he kissed her, as he writes a poem for her.
"Sweeter than the darkest of plums, the ripened smell of thy virtue.
She smells of the most splendid aroma, my nose is filled with thy scent
Beside me on the place she holds dear, thy heart, thine hopes hold near
Ever desired, the forbidden skin, calming touch, a glance thy steals
Whisk the pain into the oblivion of thoughts, heavy mind is clouded by thy face
To touch her again, fair lips swim in my rivers of hidden blind lust
I am hers, she is his, he shall never know. For me her love doth grow."
The poem was about the kiss and his unrequited desires, and how even though her heart didn't belong to him he would still love her. It said a lot, and he would keep it to himself forever. Stefan folded the poem and put it in an envelope, labeled Dearest Bonnie. He then sealed it, and closed it. And left it on his desk top. He would never break the vow of brotherhood. He would keep the letter in his presence forever. It would always remind him of his unrequited love for her. Stefan would hold on to that letter, it would never see the light of day.
A knock on his door sounds and breaks Stefan out of his day dream.
"Who's there?"
"Sarah, Master."
"Come in."
"Madam Lily has summoned for you, Master. She will be leaving with Master Giuseppe and someone has come to beseech you."
"Certainly, what for?"
"There is a maiden here to meet you." Sarah said with sad eyes. No matter how much feeling Sarah may have had for her Master, it was forbidden, and she knew she had to share him someday. She already shared his heart with Bonnie, now she would be forced to share his bed.
Stefan rises slowly and adjusts his clothes. He awaits Sarah to help him with his jacket, and as she buttons it, he looks to her with a smile. "Sarah, my girl, you face always puts a smile on mine. You have helped to be the light in my dark sky."
Sarah smiles to her Master, and says nothing. She nods her head and he kisses her forehead before walking out of the room.
When he trails the Stairway, Stefan is met with a beautiful sight before him. The golden locks of the most beautiful fair skinned woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Although he was attracted to her initially, Stefan's childhood was surrounded by women of a certain background. He had a natural attraction to servants and women of color. Once seeing this girl, he was already aware of the circumstance. The blue-eyed maiden stands, awaiting his approach. As he raises her white gloved hand to his mouth he kisses with the intent to please. She seems thoroughly unimpressed, but she smiles and he senses her displeasure.
They introduce themselves.
"Good afternoon, fair maiden. Stefan Salvatore."
"Good afternoon, Kind Sir. Caroline Forbes."
"Caroline, a beautiful name for a beautiful face. To what do we owe this pleasure?"
"I am told our families have some history and because of it, you and I may have a future."
Stefan felt awkward by her approach. He wasn't sure what to say and she was forward for a woman. "I am not sure I understand what you mean?"
"Arranged Marriage. You and I have the power to shut our parents chatter if I allow you to court me and we make our union official."
No one is around so Stefan speaks freely with the young woman.
"You do not seem all to impressed with the idea. You seem rather disgusted." He says to her.
"Speaking honestly, I am disgusted with the idea of arranged marriages, but unfortunately I am in love with a man that I am not allowed to love, and because of this I have to find a man to shut my families chatter."
"So you are expecting me to agree to some proposal and marry a woman who will never love me, and forge a union for the sake of the needs of the society of Mystic Falls?"
"Precisely." Caroline was a woman of complete confidence and something about her struck the interest of Stefan.
"What do I get out of this ordeal?" He too wanted to shut his family up.
"Other than the fact that I will allow you to bed me once in a while, I will let you sleep with any maiden you desire. I will not anger in the existence of the relationship to your handmaiden. You can bed your servant without argument from me. In fact, I will prefer it. I may even watch sometimes." She grinned wickedly. "You need to understand I am a different type of woman Stefan Salvatore. Not your typical woman of society. I don't like to follow rules, therefore, I make my own."
"I'll say. So would this deal consist of…For the rest of our lives?"
"For the rest of our lives." She offers one small smirk and then her face returns to business.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because. I love a negro, who my daddy owns, and I agreed to find my own suitor to cover up for my sinful lusts. But I do not plan to let my negro go. He is mine. I refuse to sale him. But if my father finds out about my lustful, love for my big buck, he will hang him by the tree we grow apples on." Her face was serious and she was more serious than her face.
Stefan realized he found his soulmate. "I will agree to this. And there will be no need to bed me. I too prefer my servants to the flesh of a woman who looks like my relative." Then and there Stefan became a business man, and he made a deal with the woman who would change the course of his life forever.
"Good. You will be to my family's home for tea tomorrow at noon. Lily and Giuseppe Salvatore have my information. They too, are to be present at the tea."
They sealed the deal with a friendly, business hug and she left with her driver.
~oXoXo~
Forbes Compound
Stefan, Lily, and Giuseppe arrive to the Forbes compound with Sarah. They are taken and seated in the room which looks like a room for entertaining company. Immediately Sarah realizes how differently the servants are treated, in comparison the to the Salvatore compound.
"Anita, fetch us some tea now, and move quickly, we don't want to keep our guest waiting." Liz says as she snaps her fingers. She rolls her eyes as she awaits the tea.
Sarah looks down, she instantly feels inferior in the Forbes household.
"These negroes just act so slow sometime. I swear whippings don't always help either." Liz says as she laughs gleefully, sounding like a smoking woman with a man's voice. She was neither a smoker nor a man, but the insinuation of her character couldn't possibly have a sound for an evil pig running loose on the prairie eating people. So the next best thing was a dried out voice that had been born of the opposite gender.
Sarah is uncomfortable and Stefan grabs her hands and massages her knuckles to keep her feeling in a loving place. Hoping her feelings weren't to hurt.
"What is that?" Liz says as she frowns looking to Stefan's gesture.
"What?" Lily asks.
"Your boy is holding that slaves hand!"
Stefan looks to Sarah. "Uhh, No. I assure you I did not hold her hand in a romantic gesture. I was comforting her, because her mother's name was Anita, and when she heard that name she was saddened with the memories of her deceased mother."
"Oh, I see. Well, you make sure you establish your ownership with those negroes early. Or they start thinking they are equal to you."
Stefan's temples began throbbing as his thoughts instantly trailed to both Sarah and Bonnie, as well as all of their other servants.
"Anyhow, so you and my daughter are enjoying your courtship I understand." Bill asked of Stefan.
"We most certainly are. She is a remarkable human being, and she brings me happiness." Stefan was selling his lie and her parents were buying every dirty rotten word of it.
"Mother, father, Stefan has been a splendid gentleman. I thoroughly enjoy his company." Caroline was just as good of a liar.
"In the true word of the people of Mystic Falls, I hear wedding bells soon enough." Lily says. Thanks to Stefan, she is selling this lie as well, even to Giuseppe. Lily puts on a front of the biggest, cheaply made grin, and sells it to the social circle of public dysfunction.
All smile at the idea, and Stefan and Caroline are becoming accomplished in already one day of courtship.
Bill excuses himself, and invites Giuseppe to see his gun collection.
The rest stick to tea time and talking and they spend a couple of hours with the Forbes, A very uncomfortable couple of hours.
"Caroline, would you like to accompany me to a family gathering this weekend?"
"Why I would be delighted." She says.
"A family gathering? Just beautiful. I am happy to know that Caroline is making friends. She tends to stick around the house chatting with the servants. It can be quite annoying. What could she possibly have in common with them?"
"Well, it has been lovely. We really should go." Lily said.
"You really are a lovely family," Liz said.
They all say their goodbyes, and Caroline reveled in the fact that she was convincing enough to be believable.
~ Night before the Wedding ~
Since returning to the boarding house, Bonnie has spent much of her time reflecting. Her life with Damon showed much promise, but not before it showed much demise. She felt as though they would have a large downfall before they had an uprising, and unfortunately, Bonnie did not feel as if Damon has had break through, with his lack of memory of the man he becomes when he drinks, he could not possibly know what it would take to change. Damon, has given Bonnie more strength than anyone she has known. He without warning has fallen apart in front of her, and she would not let him fall without lifting him. She would not allow him to break, because through his faults, he was the one who kept her whole.
Bonnie recants a moment in time, where her soon to be husband held her up in her time of need.
(Flashback)
Bonnie's Twelfth Birthday
Bonnie, lay in her bed all day. She did not work. Lily and Giuseppe never made her work on her birthday. But toady she didn't even get out of the bed. Today she was sick, or so she said.
"Bonnie, come on now get out of bed. Emily will be here and we will enjoy a picnic with your favorite foods while we all feed the ducks and birds. Haven't you been asking for all of us to feed the birds with you?"
"Yes, ma'am." She was uninterested and indifferent.
"Well, today is the day we will sit with you and sing to the birds. This is your wish, is it not?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't you want to wear the pretty yellow dress I bought you had tailored for you?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Bonnie! Stop that downtrodden behavior this instant."
"Sorry ma'am."
"I cannot understand you right now. I will allow you some time to get your feelings gathered, I shall return shortly. Out of bed, hop to it."
Bonnie laid in bed for the longest. She was just in an angry or sad state of mind. She could never fully understand what she was feeling. She just realized that in her mind, she was feeling something she could not explain. The day before she saw Damon courting a young woman. A beautiful young woman named Rosalie Hail. Her father was a friend of Giuseppe Salvatore, and Rosalie had come to the boarding house several times to spend time with Damon. He had also taken her on several outings recently.
Rosalie really was a young and beautiful woman. Damon looked at her with sparkles in his eyes and it made Bonnie feel alone, being as though Damon was her best friend. She was sure he would forget about the beautiful woman who Damon had big eyes for, yet everything about her was the opposite of everything about bonnie. That was the first day Bonnie realized she was in love with her master.
Bonnie lay in bed and turned toward her window and stared into the sun, hoping to go blind from her reality. She stared for a long time until she saw a large glowing ball before her eyes that took minutes to disappear.
A knock on the door and an entrance without an okay.
"Knock, Knock, my little birdie."
He enters and pounces on her bed. "Now why are you being like a bump on a log lying here in your bed on your birthday. This is the last year before you become a woman, enjoy it while you can."
He laughs at her, while she frowns. "Young Salvatore, please go away."
"That is no way to talk to the boy that holds your hands during thunder storms, and feeds the birds with you, and takes you on rides around the country just so you can watch the sun set and the see the lakes? The man who tends to your sweet tooth whenever you are in the mood for candy… is that how you treat me, my love?"
He softened her heart with the gesture of the name. He reminded her of the beautiful person he was inside and out. But it didn't stop her from crying. She was in a cold dark place realizing that she was different from the type of women Damon was smitten by.
"Young Salvatore, the girl that you are in love with, why do you love her?"
"First of all, I do not love her Birdie. Secondly, I suppose that I am smitten with her because she is delightful company to be around. She helped me forget about the fact that I will be leaving for school, and not seeing youfor four years. She is a girl, that helps redirect my attention."
Bonnie looked to him with broken heart-eyes. Then he speaks again. "But She does not have my heart, nor does she have my love. That place is reserved for a special girl."
"Really? What kind of girl?"
"The kind of girl that has a big heart and a loving nature. One that has a smile that lights up a room, and that is capable of loving me through all of my imperfections."
"Will she have white skin and red lips, and golden hair."
"To be honest, it's not really what I look for in a woman. I look for the heart of a woman."
She looks at him and her tears fall incessantly.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I do not feel beautiful. I do not feel as though I will every find a boy to love me, because all of the women with suitors have white skin, and red lips, and fancy curls, and painted faces."
"Little Birdie, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. You don't need white skin, red lips, or a painted face. Your brown skin is the delicate beauty that balances your peaceful nature, from your strength. Your green eyes sparkle like the brightest star, and a sane man would go mad at the thought of losing you. You are perfection Birdie, and any man would be blessed to own your heart. You aer the most beautiful girl in the world, I pormise"
Do you mean it?" She asked him.
"I surely do."
"Would you marry a girl like me Young Salvatore?"
"Birdie, I'll make you a deal, if you are not married when I get back and I am not married, then you and I will be married." He said smiling, and it made her laugh.
"But I will be merely sixteen."
"Sixteen is marrying age."
"You will forget about me while you are away."
"I could never forget you."
"Oh you are a liar."
"I'd never lie to you my little bird." He kissed her hand, and he made her feel special. He always knew how to make her feel special. He brought her fears to the surface and blew them away with his words. She was lost in her admiration for him.
"Now put that beautiful dress on let's get out to the pond and have ourselves a picnic. I want to dance with you as we sing."
She jumped out of bed not taking her eyes off of him until he left her room, and he too kept his eyes on her until her shut the door.
(End Flashback)
Bonnie was nervous about being the wife of a white man. She was nervous about being the wife of a man of high society. She was worried for the life she would lead, once the world discovered their vows to one another. It was not heard of, marrying your slave, it was not heard of, granting them freedom, it was not heard of allowing them to be educated, it was not heard handing them the tools to outsmart the white man, it was not heard of building your life around the happiness of a negro. A little negro girl from a broken life, to a broken home, to trying to mend a broken heart.
Bonnie bathed in Damon's old bathroom, tub. She slept in his bedroom by the way, the entire time she was at the boarding house.
Once she was done bathing Bonnie put her white gown on and trailed to the Damon's bed and walked in until she got under the covers. Although she was nervous about the following day, becoming his bride, she was beyond exhausted and her body was ready to give out and relax into the evening. Just as easily as she lie down, she fell into sleep. Her thoughts were lost into the night.
~oOXOo~ Wedding Day ~oOXOo~
Bonnie was exhausted and she slept in longer than normal. As she slept the family worked double time with the servants to finish preparing the Salvatore Garden for the wedding. Bonnie's favorite place to be, was the Garden at the boarding house, her place of solace, and her place of redemption. The place she sat many days with Damon, and more recently the place she ran to, to escape Damon. She fed the birds, ducks, and fish there, and she sang her hearts happiest and saddest songs there. She watched the sunsets, and she helped to grow those flowers. Today the atmosphere was thin and the weather was a perfect mixture of springtime and summer. All of the spring color, with the summer warmth.
Lily had a hundreds of yellow roses all over the garden. From the sprinkled on the grass to dozens of bouquets and vases surrounding the seating areas. She added sprinkles here and there of red roses to signify the love between both Damon and Bonnie. Green vines draped the gazebo and the pond was littered with baby's breath bouquets.
Damon has arrived with Kol and Celeste and he looks rested, and bright eyed like the man he was the day he returned from school. Damon wore an ivory three-piece suit with ivory shoes and leggings. His shirt was ivory as well. He was just as dashing as he could be. Yet, he was a ball of tensed nerves. Once he arrived he went to his old room and opened the door to find her asleep. He closed the door and left and went to her old room and sat on her bed and look out of her old window. At that moment Damon looked at the picture Bonnie saw for seven years.
Never before had Damon put himself in Bonnie's room to look out the window and see what she saw. She had the clearest view of where the sun rose. Which is why she loved to take country rides to watch the sun set. He also realized she had the clearest view of the moon on the night sky and it's setting in the sky. Bonnie's room was her own version of Heaven, and she was the angel. These were the thoughts going through Damon's head.
Damon had sat in Bonnie's room long enough. He walked over to Stefan's room to see him once before the wedding. He knocked several times and received no answer.
He proceeded to walk in.
Damon looked around and saw the room his brother grew up in. He remembered how he and Bonnie and Stefan ran around somedays, even with Emily and played in the roots of the Salvatore boarding house. All of the happy memories he had were the ones the happened once Bonnie was brought to their home. Damon was touched by sentimentality today, and wanted to find peace with every aspect of his life regarding his family.
He realized taking Bonnie away may have been too premature. He didn't want her to feel isolated. The best thing he could do now was try to forgive himself and move on. He would try harder to be a better man. Damon's attention was caught by an envelope sitting atop Stefan's desk. An ivory envelope which had Bonnie's name on it. It was sealed shut and he figured Stefan had forgotten to give it to her. He grabbed the envelope and put it into his suit pocket, with every attention to give it to Bonnie after the wedding.
Damon spent a couple of hours alone wandering the boarding house relishing in loving memories. At this point Bonnie had been awakened and Lily and Sarah helped her prepare herself.
"This dress is too tight Ma'ma. It feels nothing like it did at the fitting."
"Well, Bonnie hold still, the corset wasn't tied at the fitting. We have to tie it tight." Lily said.
Sarah pulled tightly at the corset strings as Lily held Bonnies arms out. Once Sarah had it tied Lily smiled from ear to ear. "Breathtaking."
Bonnie's dress was pure white silk, with a large gathering at the bottom. It was full and simple. The top of her dress was of course, fitted and the floral stitching of the same color embroidered onto the loose cuffs of the dress. Her bosom was slightly exposed and her hair was unbraided today and curled. She had the most beautiful full curls. As the veil was placed on Bonnie, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Another hour or so was spent getting ready before the guests took their seats.
A shallow knock at the door as Lily and Sarah prepared to leave. Bonnie spoke. "Please come in."
The one piece to Bonnie's puzzle that was missing was in her face. She didn't realize how much she had missed her, until she saw her for the first time.
A quiet shuffle and muffled voice. "Hello Birdie." She shook from within her bones.
"Emmy?" Bonnie's face tightened in a way she never knew it could and the slow on set of her trembling lip crept in her face as he her forehead wrinkled to the point she pushed out several tears. Bonnie choked on her cries, as did her older sister as she approached her with a protruding belly. Bonnie ran to her sister, and they had hugged as if they had not seen one another for an entire lifetime already.
That is what it felt like. An eternity without each other.
Bonnie's heart skipped several beats as she held her sister, who's belly was now poking Bonnie in her own stomach.
Emily's voice shook as she spoke to her younger sister. "Birdie, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."
Bonnie pulled away. "No sister. I am sorry. I over reacted by cutting you out of my life. I am sorry. I never want you to think I do not love or need you. Or that I won't be there for you If you need me. I love you and missed you and I never want to be apart again." Bonnie broke down.
They cried and shared several hugs and I love you's. "I love you sissy. We will never be parted again." Bonnie pulled away from her sister and rubbed her belly. She looked at her and cried. "I am very happy for you."
Emily had a look of sadness in her face.
Bonnie noticed. "Emmy, what is wrong?"
"Nothing sister. Today is your day. We can talk another time. Okay?"
"Okay." Bonnie looked at her sister trying to figure her out and she couldn't. "You look so breathlessly beautiful. Bonnie. I have never seen such a beautiful bride." Emily gave Bonnie a small necklace with a blue sapphire in it. She bought it with some of her saved up pay for the past few months. A small pin. Which doubled over as being something new. Although her dress was new and custom. She also gave her, their birth mother's pearl earrings to wear, using as something borrowed. It doubled over as something old.
"You are finished. The perfect bride." Emmy said hugging her sister. "Are you ready?"
"Oui. I mean yes. I am ready." Bonnie said nervously, yet happy.
"No Birdie, I mean, are you ready? To submit, and give yourself to your husband?"
Bonnie looked into Emily's eyes with the surest feeling she has ever had. After five days away from Damon, she missed him. She was more than ready for him.
"I am ready to give all of me to all of him. I have never been more ready in my life."
"Just remember Bonnie, relax, and don't over think it. Just let him teach you, I promise you will be okay. I gladly give you to Damon, he will truly love you the way you deserve." Emily grazed Bonnie's face as the before purple marks had been fading away. "I love you sister. Always."
"I love you too Emmy. Forever." Bonnie kissed her sister belly just before Emily left the room.
Emily walked out into the small personal ceremony where everyone Bonnie loved was there. Lily, Giuseppe, Stefan, Sara, who sat on the other side of Stefan. His date Caroline Forbes, her slave, Jesse, Elijah, Katherine and their baby, Elena, her date Liam. Jeremy was there, and only because he was attending with Emily. Marcel, Sabine, and their baby. Kol, and Celeste. The other eleven of the Salvatore resident servants, and about half of her French students, but No Lorenzo.
The scene was set. Damon stood near the minister as the ceremony preceded. Emily gave Bonnie away, being her only blood kin that she knew of having. When she appeared from the back of the garden to her husband near the front of the garden, Damon's thoughts of any and everything ceased. He shed a few tears for the beauty she bestowed him. She was a sight never to be overlooked. She stole every set of eyes every time she entered a room. The closer she got to him, the more afraid to see her face he was. He knew the second her veil raised he was lost inside of her eyes.
Her veil remained down as the Holy vows were recited, and then when they each had their own vows, Bonnie went first.
"Love shall not forsake thee. Binding thine eternal hold, through faithful eyes, I only see you. The days without you prove lonely and cold, thine heart to kind love, I'll always follow love to his soul. He remains my home and my shelter, ever after, forsake thee never. Forever betrothed, I belong to thee."
Dearest Damon, you bring meaning to my life. I have loved you since I was nine, my protector from the day you met me. Holding my hand, wiping my tears, making me laugh, telling me I was beautiful when I didn't feel as such. You took away my pain, and you gave me a reason to dream. Your strong words always build me up. I see what many do not, the tender loving, nature of the blue eyed angel. I was brought to you a broken child, and you have helped to make me a whole woman. Thank you for giving me everything, including your heart and soul. Thank you for opening your arms to me and wrapping me in your protective hold. I know God made me for you. I was made for you, and you for me. The other half of my heart beats in your chest." She holds her delicate fingers over his chest. "You never had to be convinced I was good enough, you always make me feel as though I am the only woman in the room. No man will ever know me, no man may ever claim my love. God gave me my body as my virtue, and as my gift to you, I give you my body as it is me. ALL of me. I want to wake up with you and watch every sunrise for the rest of our lives. As I give you my love, my heart, and my body. I shall never forsake thee. I belong to you, forever more. I love you Damon Salvatore."
With the veil still covering her face, she sheds the tears of a woman leaving behind her girlhood. Elena, Emily, Lily, Sarah and Katherine all shed tears of happiness. Caroline Forbes finds a tear or two fall to her cheek. As her emotional connection to Bonnie is none, since she doesn't know her. She still feels a tingle in her heart at the lovely words spoken.
"The delicate phrase, shall not tempt thee away, but to the heart, he holds loves key. Her gentle caress unlocked my grasp, I belong to thee. Careful of love, to hold in fault. Thy will protect her loving heart."
"My sweet Birdie, I am not even worthy of your beauty and seeing your face every morning as I open my eyes. I am truly blessed by the gift God has bestowed me, with you. I have never known the words to keep you. I will never deserve your love. The only thing I know is that I am better for loving you" His eyes water heavily. "The hope that you give, breaks down the walls of this broken man, opening me up to happiness I never knew existed, before you. I look at your face, and I see everything that is good and right in the world. I am not a perfect man, in fact, I am sometimes, questionable, at best." Bonnie reaches up to wipe his tears. "My beginning and end are one in the same, they have the identical name. There was a time we had a conversation when you were younger, and you asked me what kind of woman I would want to marry? I told you, The kind of girl that has a big heart and a loving nature. One that has a smile that lights up a room, and that is capable of loving me through all of my imperfections. Little did we both realize at the time, that girl was you, my fair Birdie. Your love fills me with such light, the darkness fades when you smile at me. I want to watch every sunset with you. You are all that is good within me. You are right, you have been mine, since you were nine. I will spend my life until my very last breath, giving you all of me. You are the only thing my heart has ever desired. I love you Bonnie Bennett."
He is unafraid of how he looks crying in front of everyone. His eyes flood with happiness for the green eyed girl, before him. The one who he lived for.
Damon and Bonnie are pronounced Man and Wife, he lifts her veil and his heart drops to his feet. The most beautiful site before him. He kisses her hands before kissing her mouth. The delicate beauty of Bonnie rendered him speechless. He took her lips into his, making several men in the garden swallow hard at their own jealousies. He almost didn't want to let her go.
~ oxXOXxo ~
Damon allows his new bride sometime at the boarding house to visit with all of her loved ones. Kol and Celeste would not be back to the Manor at Haven Point for some time. They would spend time with Kol's brother Elijah and his family. This would give Damon and Bonne adequate alone time. Damon wasted little to no time.
Damon lifted Bonnie over the threshold of their home, and carried her up the staircase to their bedroom. He had been sober for five days and nights and because of this he was very anxious and nervous. When Damon had no spirits he was a different man all together. He was at time intimidated by her. He was afraid of his love for her when he was sober. He always questioned his thoughts and his motives. When he was drunk, he was confident and aggressive. Tonight he was ready to be the man she fell in love with. The man she felt protected by.
Damon slowly disrobed as Bonnie took her time. She asked Damon to help loosen the ribbon to her corset. With one gentle tug, her ribbon sprung open and her ties spread the material open to her backside. As he unbuttoned his suit Jacket, Damon watched Bonnie undress slowly in front of her marble vanity. He lowered the lanterns and lit the candles.
One by one her shoulder slid out of her dress sleeves. Her delicate frame hidden by the over-sized sleeves. He watched her unknowing reflection. His Jacket, vest and shirt, have made their way to the Chaise. His pants were being unbuckled as he watched her slide her body out of the large gown. She was slow and graceful with her movements.
Bonnie was always slow and graceful. He wanted this moment to remain frozen in time. Watching her beautiful silhouette with her full curls, semi-nude form, and soft movements. He was entranced with her. Five days without her made him lose his mind. Now he couldn't believe she was in his presence.
Her downward facing face glanced into the mirror of herself and she caught him staring at her. A coy grin crossed his faced and she blushed innocently. She stood up and stepped out of her dress and slowly her body turned to face his. She stepped out of her undergarments and he froze.
It wasn't as if Damon had never seen her nude body before, but for the first time he was seeing it sober. The curves she grew into, and the hips she kept hidden under her dresses were prominently and effortlessly sketching themselves into his brain. He just wanted to trace his fingers along her curves. Slowly she approached him fully nude.
Damon did not break eye contact with her no matter how much he wanted to look over her beautiful bods. He knew to control her was looking in her eyes. Damon would have her in submission by the time the night was over.
Damon's body predatorily approached Bonnie, and hovered her. Her big green eyes lowered to the site of his chest. Looking into his eyes was intimidating, and she knew once she gave into his sapphire crystals, she was under his spell. He could steal her soul if she allowed it. His arms pulled her into him. One around the lower of her back the other around her neck. Some part of him gripped her neck possessively. "Salvatore." He whispered into her ear.
"Sei Mio (You're mine)." He says to the side of her face. As she turns her exposed neck to his soft lips. He took one tender kiss to her skin, making her shiver.
Bonnie felt Damon's possession sink into her skin, her brain, her soul. His hand gripped the back of her neck a little more rigidly. Bonnie hitched inside of her throat. "Look at me!"
She doesn't instead she pulls out of his grasp and grabs his two hands and places them to the mounds that are her beautiful breasts. Her lips shake as his hands touch her now that she is his wife. "Do you feel that Damon?" she asks looking at his hands and not his eyes. "This is my prize possession. This is the only thing in my life, I was able to save and nurture. I took beautiful care of myself. I did that, so that my future husband could find the treasure I hold. So that he could cherish it, as I have. Who better than you? The only man I can trust."
Damon swallows hard, noticing she won't look at him, but overwhelmed with the feeling of her skin on his. He licks his lips as his hands slowly kneads her soft mounds, showing extra attention to her chocolate colored nipples.
"Damon. My love, I bestow this gift to you. I give you my entire body. Your desires, and your needs are mine to answer. I may not be as painted on as white women, or as dainty and floral in nature, but I am a woman no less. My body is here to sate your desires. My body and mine alone. Since you waited for me, you are free to me, whenever you desire. God has blessed our union, and now we may touch freely. I offer my body to you."
Damon lowers his body to her smaller one and aligns his face wither breasts. He kneads with great desire and slowly covers her with his own mouth. Taking the fat of her breast in both his hands and mouth, Bonnie moans into his touch. Her hands grab his wrists, and he stands up, pulling her small frame against him. "Take off my drawers Birdie."
"Yes, my husband."
Hearing her say that put a smile on his face. Bonnie kneels before him and pulls down at his drawers. As she drops to her knees, and lowers his garments, his cock springs free in front of her face, causing a tingling in her pussy. He heard her gasp in excitement.
"You remember what I have taught you my love, you remember the way I taught you to please me?"
"I do." Before either said another word, Bonnie was lubricating her hands and massaging them in rounded up and down motions along his shaft. She closed her eyes and began to hum. He did not understand her logic, but he went with it, allowing her to work at her pace. It wasn't until she used her mouth along with her hands that her husband lost his own breath.
Bonnie's warm tongue caressed Damon's shaft until she was gagging on her own spit. She kept him lubricated and motioned on. Her motions slowed and sped at the direction he liked it and when she realized he was on his peak, Bonnie pulled his orgasm out of him and as he came, he shot into the depth of her hot mouth, and she opened her mouth wider around his shaft before she took every ounce of his cum and swallowed it. Damon growled at her arrogance.
"You beautiful woman, you. You did that perfectly. You took me in and swallowed me whole. Somewhere in that performance I think I lost my soul. I have taught you well. I love you Bonnie Salvatore." He smiled saying it.
Damon pushes Bonnie on the bed with a vigorous, and effortless force. "Part of me wants to soften you and ready you for my intrusion. Then part of me wants to show you why I am your husband. Today I will be generous, I will get you ready for me. The good Lord knows, I love to please you. I will always be willing to please you, but make no mistake dear wife, if you defy me, I will take my power back in this bedroom. Do you understand me?"
"Yes." She says preparing her mind for him both mentally and physically.
"Look at me, my precious pearl." He says turning her chin to him.
"Do you understand me?" He asks again in a more demanding way. "I can have a cruel heart if I am deceived."
"I understand you, my love."
"Il tuo corpo mi appartiene, e nessun altro. It means, that your body belongs to me and no other. Sei Mio." He re-iterates, caressing her skin possessively.
Bonnie knew she would never betray Damon, so she didn't think she had anything to worry about. "I am yours, forever. Make me yours, I am ready for you my husband." She says almost out of breath due to her containment.
Her beautiful Mocha colored body lay, awaiting him. She looks to her husband with absolute trust. He kisses down her body starting with her neck. Trailing moisture on her skin, he makes his movements slow to torture her. When he makes it to her navel, he allows his tongue to sprout out and dive into her pussy lips. He takes no time deepening his tongue motions. He stiffens his tongue and allows it to thrust in and out of her to really allow her to soften up to him.
Bonnie's hips move uncontrollably. Damon plays with her pussy with his tongue like it was a conquest. He plays with several different motions to get her wet. He started by caressing her pussy with his tongue as if to kiss it. He then fucked her with his tongue roughly massaging her clit with his nose. But the second he started to lick her as if he was slurping her like a kitten with a bowl of warm milk, Bonnie really went wild with desire. "Stop!" She pleaded. Forcing him to wrap his biceps around her thighs to keep her in place. Her stomach tightened into a knot and an uncontrollable force overcame her body as she shot to completion and he took in every ounce of her juices, and coated his lips with the remnants of her sweet cum, before kissing her mouth and making her taste herself.
"Figa dolce." (Sweet Pussy) The words ran off of his lips in a satisfied manner, as he pulled his body away from hers.
Damon allowed Bonnie's body the opportunity to relax and calm down. She breathed heavily for minutes and to him it felt like hours, because at this point he was more than ready for her. Bonnie lay for nearly an hour staring at her own body and at her husband's body. Damon lay with his wife reciting to her the way in which he adored her. She simply listened, and enjoyed his soft side. She has not seen this side of him much lately.
Damon turns Bonnie onto her back and with no words he separated her legs. He could sense she was becoming nervous and tense. He enjoyed her slight fear.
He was on his knees between her legs, and he was already hard as steal as he towered her. He lowered his Body to his wife's. He just prayed he didn't have a repeat of the last encounter they shared, where she fought him to the bitter end. Squeezing him out of her. "Birdie, do not fight me this time. Trust me not to hurt you. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Damon." Her body started shaking.
Damon's nerves actually began to tick and he was finally going to claim this woman's body as his.
His strong cock, touched at Bonnie's entrance, and she lost her sense a bit. She wants to remain calm for him though. Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her bottom lip. He teased her with the head of his cock. The fatter part of his cock was already dripping. He used the tip of him to rub all of it into her pussy to lubricate her. Although he turned her on so much so, she was already dripping all over him.
"Your pussy is very wet, for me, Bonnie."
She doesn't even know what to say.
Damon's beautiful muscular arms are placed on both sides of her face. He searches her face until he meets her gaze. She finally looks him in the eyes. Damon's eyes manage to hold Bonnie's gaze as he tries to infiltrate her barriers. "Ugh...Mmmm…" she shakes her head no, but she knows he must continue. She bites her lip feeling him enter her.
Damon slowly uses careful precision when entering her, hoping she doesn't squeeze him out. In agonizingly slow motion, the head of his white cock pushes its tip into her beautiful brown pussy lips and he feels his power as she subconsciously pushes to squeeze him out, but he holds strong and forces his way past her clenched muscles. "Ahhh." Bonnie yells as the chubby head of his dick gets past her walls. Her moan is a high pitched and yielding of pain.
"MMmm," He grunts through closed lips and he feels slightly accomplished that his head is inside of her. Bonnie hands instinctively push at Damon's chest to get him off of her, and he grabs her wrists and pins them down.
"Birdie. Birdie. Stop this right now and look at me." He demands with a voice so low and guttural she immediately obeys him.
Bonnie opens her eyes to see the man she loved, being patient for her, having been patient for her body. Having waited until the wedding day. Regardless of the actions from before, he somehow always still used a slight restraint. She is still looking at him as he speaks.
"Look in my eyes. You trust me?"
"I do Damon." She says in a whimper because she is in pain right now.
"Then do not take your eyes off of my eyes until I am comfortably able to move with you."
She nods in agreement. As he pushes further and further into her, her body naturally wiggles and tries to fight him, off. He penetrates her with those sapphire crystals and somehow mesmerizes her the second she relaxes into him. Damon uses it to push himself inside of her in one swift thrust. Finally breaking her barrier he claimed the red pedals of her rose, of which he knew belonged to him. She screams in pain, as his initial thrust burned, stretching her past her limit.
There has yet to be pleasure on the first thrust of a female losing her virginity. Bonnie learned tonight, that her womanhood, though held for so long, takes a second of utter pain to be ripped away from you.
As he pulled back to attempt his second thrust, Damon watched the pain in Bonnie's face and body language and loved every minute of his claim. Inflicting her such pain, because he knew it would soon turn to pleasure. As he pushed back into her, her back arched into him and the rise of her breast made him nip at her nipple causing her to purr, and he nipped at both nipples while he paused in his thrust, leaving his cock fully erect inside of her.
Bonnie's body was in a world of confusion and he had only thrusted twice into her.
"Am I hurting you Birdie?"
"Yes you are my husband." She cried.
He continued working her breasts.
His mouth worked her breast and her nipples until she was slightly milking onto his cock and when he felt her liquid dripping down his erection, he began thrusting repetitively into her. Her tight pussy hugged him, even squeezed him, choking his cock with suffocation. "My husband you are too much for me to take, I cannot do this."
Her body grips him with fear.
"I won't hurt you. Relax my love, I am going to give you utter pleasure if you let me." Just then Bonnie remembered Lily's, Stefan's, and Emily's words, which preceded Damon's demands for her to relax.
At this point he decides to ignore her, and he fills her so deeply she finds no comfort in his movement. And as he watched her cry tears of pain, he focused on her beauty until her cries became lust filled. Bonnie's painful pleas turned into moans of praise. She went from weeping to whining. From biting her lip to pulling him into her and biting his lip.
She gripped his body and clenched his thrusts, and began matching him with her hips. Pushing back into him as he thrusts into her.
Bonnie's breasts were being caressed by Damon's hands, as his mouth took hers, while his cock thrust into her.
"Bonnie are you okay? Am I hurting you?" He asks looking deeply into her emerald eyes.
"I-I don't know anymore."
"Would you like me to stop?" He asked with concern.
Bonnie bit her lip and shook her head no. Damon slowed his thrusts and began tenderly making love to his wife. Slow thrust after slow thrust he pleasured her beyond compare. Her hands instinctively flew to Damon's Back and they crawled over his skin leaving traces of blood where skin used to be. Damon bit Bonnie's neck a few time when she scratched him, catching him off guard, but he didn't draw blood. He nipped.
Damon sat up and watches as his white skin melded to her brown skin and the way she responded to him. "I will never forsake you Bonnie." He lowered himself back to her, "Being inside of you feels better than anything I have every felt. I love your sweet pussy, your sweet and precious pearl belongs to me."
She couldn't even think of the words to counter. She had no idea how to talk in perversion or to a man who was thrustfully taking her virginity and making her a woman. All she could do was submit to him and the feelings that were overtaking her body. One thing is for sure, Bonnie had just sparked Damon's sexual desire beyond all that he had ever known. She awakened a beast inside of him.
"Do I feel good inside of you, my love?"
"Yes, my husband."
"How so, my love?"
"You fill me with utter pleasure leaving me weakened. I am at your mercy."
Damon allows his wife's hands to caress his face and share tender moments with him. They stare at one another while he continues pleasuring her. She runs her fingers gently over his face and stops at his lips to trace them with her fingers. For the first time in their lovemaking they pause to just look at one another and really see one another.
"You are beautiful, my husband. So beautiful."
"If I am beautiful to you, it is because you love me. I am nothing without you."
Bonnie pulls him into a soft kiss, and for his own intentional purpose Damon pulls out of the kiss to re-iterate a notion to her. "My wife, I do not think I could bare your betrayal. Or the thought of another man touching you. I would be driven mad with jealousy and anger. You belong to me, another man shall never touch you."
"No other man, ever will." Bonnie belonged to him, to what extent she had yet to discover.
Damon's slowly thruster back in to his wife. HIS wife. Formerly, HIS slave. He still needed to learn the difference. Even though society didn't recognize all of the differences. They both had the rest of their young lives to learn how to love one another.
Damon is having a hard time withholding his release and he relaxes Bonnie's body is beginning to tense, he speaks to her gently, "Let go, my love, soak me with your sweet nectar." He pushes deep and slow stretching her release as he fills her with his hot cum her small body shakes at his command and he takes her in a heated kiss, until her body relaxes. He doesn't even pull out of her before she falls asleep.
Once her body falls lifeless, and her clenched muscles relax, he gently pulls himself out of her. And watched her breathtaking frame as she breathed softly. He let her lie nude on her side and he ran his fingers along her soft lines. Her beautiful dark curls fell and he pushed them out of her face. He places several chaste kisses over her body and for once in his life he felt contentment, and happiness. In a pure form.
He fell asleep for a few short moments only to awaken and see her still sleeping next to him, and her beautiful brown skinned body. He pinched himself and he was really existing in this moment. He tired her as she slept for hours. He smiled every time he looked at her, while she dream. He will let her rest, he will allow her time to regain her strength, because he would be ready for her the moment her eyes opened.
These moments of bliss may be short lived, as he saw an envelope on the floor which must have fallen from his suit jacket. He remembers putting the envelope in his pocket when he found it in Stefan's room addressed to Bonnie. He debated opening it. What could Stefan possibly say to Bonnie that Damon wouldn't know of?
To be Continued...
A/N if you don't remember it, re-read Stefan's poem, What do you think will Be Damon's reaction?
A lot happened in this chapter.
Also I want to remind everyone dark!damon is still around, he was forced to be sober this chapter with Lily threatening to take Bonnie. He wants to be good for her. I wanted the wedding chapter to be a little more relaxed as well as for Bonnie to have the wedding she wanted. She deserved a happy day, as well as to lose her virginity the way she wanted. This chapter opened the door for there to be other introductions to subject matters, slight racism, introduction of Caroline and the Forbes, and the forbidden relationships that occurred that were more common than people would think, but how they were covered up. Stefan's admittance to his attraction to the women he grew up around. Women of color. Kol's relationship to Damon's past, is important. Emily and Bonnie made up but have much to discuss. Damon and Bonnie consummate in a loving, yet passionate, yet dark way. I gave you hefty Bamon Lovin. ;) A lot of important things were in the writing of Bonnie's wedding night, Before Damon finds Stefan's letter.
!Warning! Dark!Damon WILL return next chapter!
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