Damon Salvatore.

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⚠️Warning! This book is for 16 and older so if your under 16 and reading this don't report this i gave a warning and told you not to read it. Everything in the book is consensual not real and should not be read by kids under 16⚠️

The day had been long and challenging. Every step, every movement reminded me of the consequences of my earlier actions. By the time I returned to Damon's apartment that evening, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. But despite the soreness, there was a part of me that felt content—a strange sense of satisfaction that I hadn't anticipated.

Damon greeted me with a soft smile when I walked through the door, his eyes searching mine for any sign of lingering resentment. But there was none. If anything, I felt more connected to him than ever, the trust between us solidifying with each passing moment.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

I nodded, managing a small smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... sore."

His expression softened, and he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "I'm proud of you, Mya. You handled everything really well today."

His words made me feel warm inside, and I leaned into his embrace, finding comfort in the steady beat of his heart. "Thank you, Damon. For everything."

He pulled back slightly, looking down at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think you've earned a little reward, don't you?"

A thrill of anticipation shot through me at his words. "What kind of reward?"

"Come with me," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the walls. Damon guided me to the bed, his hands gentle as he helped me lie down. The softness of the mattress was a welcome relief after the day I'd had, and I relaxed into the pillows, my heart beginning to race with anticipation.

Damon knelt on the bed beside me, his eyes dark with desire as he slowly undid the buttons of my jeans. He moved with a deliberate slowness, as if savoring every moment, every touch. When he finally slid the denim down my legs, the cool air against my skin made me shiver.

He leaned down, his lips brushing softly against my inner thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. "Relax, Mya," he murmured, his voice like velvet. "Tonight is all about you."

I did as he asked, letting go of the tension in my muscles as his kisses trailed higher, inch by inch. The sensation of his lips against my skin was intoxicating, each touch igniting a fire deep within me.

When his mouth finally reached its destination, a soft gasp escaped my lips. Damon was skilled, his movements confident yet tender, as if he knew exactly how to drive me wild. The pleasure built slowly, a wave of heat that began to spread through my body, making it impossible to focus on anything other than the feeling of his tongue against me.

Every flick, every gentle suck, sent a surge of pleasure through me, until all I could do was moan softly, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me. Damon didn't stop, his mouth working with a rhythm that was both torturous and divine. He was relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I thought I might lose control.

When the release finally came, it was overwhelming, a burst of pleasure so intense that it left me trembling, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Damon didn't pull away immediately, his tongue teasing me with soft, lingering strokes that made my body shudder with aftershocks.

Finally, he lifted his head, his lips glistening with my arousal as he looked up at me with a satisfied smile. "You taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice thick with desire.

I blushed, unable to form a coherent response as I tried to catch my breath. Damon moved up the bed to lie beside me, his hand gently caressing my cheek. I could still feel the tingling sensation of pleasure coursing through my body, the memory of his touch making my skin hypersensitive.

We lay there in silence for a few moments, the only sound the soft hum of the night outside. I closed my eyes, feeling completely at peace, as if nothing could disturb the serenity of this moment.

But then, Damon's voice broke the silence, low and serious. "Mya, there's something I need to tell you. Something important."

I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his expression suddenly tense. The shift in his demeanor made my heart skip a beat. "What is it?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "I haven't been completely honest with you," he began slowly. "There's something about me that you need to know. It's... not something I've ever shared with anyone before."

The seriousness in his tone sent a ripple of anxiety through me. What could possibly be so important that he had kept it a secret until now?

"Damon, you're scaring me," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine. "Mya, I'm not like other people. I'm a vampire."

The words hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning. At first, I didn't know how to react—my mind struggled to process what he had just said. A vampire? It sounded like something out of a fantasy novel, not something that could be real.

But as I looked into Damon's eyes, I saw the truth in them. There was no doubt, no hesitation. He was serious.

"A vampire?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his expression guarded, as if he was bracing himself for my reaction. "I've lived for over a century, Mya. I've seen things, done things... things that I'm not proud of. But I'm still the same person you know. The same person you've come to care about."

I felt a whirlwind of emotions—fear, disbelief, curiosity—but the strongest emotion of all was trust. Damon had been nothing but honest with me, and despite the shocking nature of his revelation, I couldn't bring myself to be afraid of him.

"You're really a vampire?" I asked again, this time with a bit more certainty.

"Yes," he replied, his voice steady. "But I would never hurt you, Mya. You mean too much to me."

I searched his eyes, looking for any sign of deceit, but all I found was sincerity. Slowly, I nodded, letting the reality of his confession sink in. "Okay," I said, surprising even myself with how calm I sounded.

Damon blinked, clearly not expecting such a composed response. "You're... okay with this?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "I won't lie—it's a lot to take in. But I trust you, Damon. And I care about you. So yes, I'm okay with it."

His expression softened, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of relief in his eyes. "Thank you, Mya. For accepting me."

I smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. "You don't have to thank me. Just... promise me one thing."

"Anything," he replied, his voice filled with conviction.

"Promise me that you'll always be honest with me. No more secrets."

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I promise."

With that, the tension between us melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of closeness. We had crossed another threshold in our relationship, and despite the uncertainty of what the future might hold, I knew one thing for sure—I was exactly where I wanted to be.

As we lay together, the night stretching on in peaceful silence, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement. There was so much more to Damon than I had ever imagined, and now that I knew the truth, I was eager to see where this journey would take us.

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