Damon was lying on his bed, his head resting on his folded arms, staring up at the ceiling when Katherine slipped into his room. She was silent but he still stiffened and then sat up, aware of the fact that an unwelcomed presence had entered his bedroom. Damon's expression darkened when he saw who the intruder was. Katherine momentary faltered at the look of fury that Damon turned on her. "You came here to screw the other brother?" he demanded, his voice dripping with bitterness. Katherine was confused as to what he was speaking about and it was evident in her tone. "What?" she replied, momentarily abandoning her plan to seduce him. "You heard me, Katherine. Get out of my room." Damon's eyes were dark with hurt as he got up from his bed and angrily stalked over to his bathroom.
Katherine quickly followed after him. "Damon, talk to me," she commanded, reaching out to grab his shoulder. Damon shook her off, too hurt and angry to face her. "Damon," Katherine said frustrated. "Katherine," he returned, still refusing to look at her. A heavy silence filled the room until Damon uttered, "I heard you and Stefan." Katherine stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and then a knowing expression filled her face. "Damon, that was not me with Stefan that you were hearing. That was my little saint doppelganger; E-lena." Katherine said the name in a way that made it clear her distaste for the girl. "Oh," he said. "Yeah, oh." Katherine replied, and then a satisfied smile tugged at her lips. "Did it make you jealous, the thought of me with Stefan? You can have me if you want." Her voice was a seductive drawl. Damon swallowed hard; relief battling with pride which battled with rapidly spreading lust.
He backed away as Katherine slowly advanced towards him, desire burning in her eyes, sexual allure swinging from her hips. "What do you want?" he asked in a hoarse voice, as his back made contact with his bathroom wall. "I want you," Katherine answered, staring into his eyes. Damon held her gaze for a while as the air heated up, and then he closed his eyes to savor the feelings that her words ignited in his soul. Me. She wants me. Was it true? Or was it just lust? Lies most likely. "I don't believe you," he said, his eyes still closed. "You should," she replied near his ear. "All you do is lie, Katherine," he reminded her. "Not this time," she promised. "What about the next time?" he heard himself voicing. "Damon." Katherine's voice was solemn and he opened his eyes. "Don't ruin this. Let's just have this moment…please."
He nodded after a while but his unanswered question burned in his mind. His nod was a grant of permission that Katherine did not hesitate to accept. Her lips connected with his in a violent clash of passion and she purred happily as Damon's tongue invaded her mouth. "More," she growled and thrust her head back in pleasure when he ripped her teddy off of her. She'd always loved it rough. Damon kissed her up and down her neck and then moved on impatiently to her breasts, sucking and licking each area of skin his lips came in contact with. This was what she did to him. She stripped away all of his barriers and exposed him at his rawest. He was like an animal; primal and uncaring of anything else until he was satiated. Katherine ripped off Damon's shirt, and his pants soon followed suit. They were both so frenzied and dripping that a drawn out foreplay would be useless at this point.
Damon slammed Katherine against the wall and swiftly impaled her all in one fluid move. A whimper escaped her lips and he lowered his face to her neck to inhale the scent of her. She was intoxicating beyond belief. Everything that he had spent the last one hundred and forty-six years longing for. Katherine moaned as she felt Damon start to move against her. She knew that this was the closest that she would ever come to heaven. Damon nipped at her shoulder lightly, not wanting to mar her flawless skin. "Shall we take this to the bed?" he murmured into her ear. "Yes," she gasped. He sped them to his bed and lay down on his back with her astride him. Katherine instantly went to work, starting out slowly then increasing the momentum until she was riding him hard and fast and had them both panting with their eyeballs rolled up towards their heads. Damon grasped her hips to slow her as he felt his release threatening to erupt.
After taking a few seconds to try to cool down his body, he took over, thrusting into her tight, hot heat at a steady but firm pace until they were both moaning uncontrollably. Katherine climaxed first, arching her back and gasping out his name. He watched the beautiful image she presented as she was caught up in her release, until with a final thrust, his overcame him too. "Katherine," he grunted out as his body jerked and his member squirted. She stilled for a moment to catch her breath before starting up again to help him ride out his orgasm. A new orgasm nearly overtook Damon as he watched the entrancing scene of her cunt swallowing his entire length as she milked him until he was completely dry. His body sagged against the bed a few seconds later and he sighed, fully satisfied.
"What about that bath, hmm?" Katherine asked a while later, stroking her hand lazily down his chest. "Now?" Damon sounded incredulous. "I can hardly move!" Katherine propped herself up on her elbows as she studied him. "Did you miss me while I was gone?" she wanted to know, he hadn't answered the first time. "You already know the answer," Damon told her. He folded his arms behind him and rested his head on them. "Is that a yes?" she insisted. "Figure it out," Damon stated. Katherine shrugged innocently. Damon sighed. "Yes, Katherine, if you must know, I did miss you. But only because Saint Stefan's brooding was getting unbearable. I needed someone to lighten up the air." Katherine laughed. "Stop teasing, you love your brother." "Yes," Damon allowed, "but he broods too much." "Hanging out with E-le-na, doesn't help," Katherine said. "They brood together," Damon stated. He was pleased when Katherine laughed gleefully again.
"How long are you going to stay?" Damon asked her as the air turned serious. His heart sank as she began to squirm. She fidgeted with a loose thread in the blanket. "I get bored easily, Damon," was all she said. "Katherine." He wanted to plead. "Damon," she replied. He abruptly turned so that his back was to her. "Goodnight," he stated stiffly. Katherine sighed as she slowly rose from the bed. She hated to hurt him yet again, but the thought of staying long enough for him to start breaking down her barriers terrified her. It was the barriers that she had erected around her heart and emotions that had kept her alive thus far. She was Katherine Pierce. She simply did what she had to do. In the guest bedroom that she had claimed, she quickly showered for the third time that day, before dressing in a dark red camisole. She knew that there was no point attempting to sleep, it wasn't going to come. Her brain was over loaded with thoughts of Damon. Katherine sighed; she would have to fess up a fraction of the truth if she didn't want to lose him.