A Forbidden Love (edited)

Rip Out My Heart While You're At It

I don't know how it happened. I swear.
One minute I was healing myself and then next he was all around me. He smelled like leather and jasmine. Every bit of him invading my senses as he captured my lips in a bruising kiss. Easily, he pinned me to the fountain my back arching into it. In my mind I knew at one time, I would have been on more equal footing. Now I leaned into him allowing him to kiss me as he did.

Memories of another three times I'd been kissed  with such fervor invaded my mind as his teeth nipped at my lip. I couldn't tell if he wanted to draw blood or if he just wanted entry into my mouth. I'm not sure I cared.

Damon. He tasted like bourbon and smelled like mahogany and spices. Hands rough on my wrists. Mouth filled with blood.

Julius. Blue eyes bright as though he had a fever. Tobacco and the smell of books clinging to him. He tasted different like vanilla and honey. Silk surrounding me. Warmth encasing me around my waist.

Kai. Kai.
Kai.
My heart screamed for him even as Stefan pulled me tight to him. I was breathless and my own kisses were meek in comparison.

Kai. He was cloves and a forest. I remembered his kisses and taste. Life itself. Hands rough and warm. Encasing me. Consuming me.
Even as I didn't remember him in entirety, my heart called for him.

My body and mind, maybe we're on a different page. Even as I gasped for air against Stefan, I was winding my legs around him. His lips barely ghosted my ear as he spoke. His voice was deep and my veins thrummed for him. "You can't imagine how long I've wanted you." His voice purred in my ear.

Of course I couldn't. I barely understood the length I'd been alive. It didn't matter, his fingers lean and capable were tracing circles at my hips barely skimming my skin with each touch.

Still something in me was in rebellion and grasped in vain through the fog for memories flashing them in my mind.

Kai, a sharp smile on his face as though he knows what I do not.

Kai coughing up blood. Power coursing through me that's burning me from the inside out, but I fight to heal as fast as I burn each time.

I'm back in the present.
Stefan's asking. Asking for more.
My head nods even as my heart flutters. All I can smell suddenly are cloves. One final effort from my memories, but it doesn't matter. I'm lost in a forest of green and his lips are raising me to new heights.

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Caroline's POV
We are nearing the last few cells and I'm starting to resent Juliet. Weird! I know. No need to remind me. She's just a kid, I know that, but she's annoying. Adamant that we must find whoever was captured with her.

I'm beginning to feel hungry too. I had fed right before we were captured, but after breaking out of that metal prison cell I began to feel drained. Hope was beginning to get heavy too, I could feel her pulsating magic into me every time she was annoyed or bored or whatever and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if I came out of it with a baby sized burn mark on my shoulder she kept grabbing.

Henrik led the way pulling doors open with his magic. Juliet behind him holding up the blonde we had found. Hope and I brought up the rear of our little group. My mouth was dry and I wanted some water, or bourbon, or mainly blood. I had learned from Henrik, that the witches couldn't even truly access magic while inside their cells, it was locked away in them.
It made me wonder how much magical ability Hope had for her to still be able to burn me. I filed it under things I'd learn when I escaped.

The final door slammed open easily and bright baby blue eyes stared back at me. I gasped. I knew that face too clearly, but how long had we been in here? His hair was all grown out in long curls.