Damon Salvatore.

9.

⚠️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 16 and under⚠️

The night had unfolded in a way that felt both inevitable and surreal, a culmination of the tension that had been building between us from the moment we met. Damon had led me to the bed, his movements purposeful yet gentle, as if he understood the significance of what was about to happen.

I had always known there was something different about him, something dangerous, but it was that very danger that drew me in. It was in the way he looked at me, like he could see straight through to the depths of my soul, unraveling every defense I had ever built. And now, as we lay together, tangled in the sheets, I felt a mix of emotions I couldn't fully comprehend.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a silver sheen over Damon's bare skin. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine with every caress. As his hands roamed over my body, I felt myself surrendering completely, giving in to the passion that had been simmering between us for so long.

He took his time, every movement deliberate, every kiss filled with an intensity that left me breathless. When he finally entered me, it was like the world fell away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the rhythm we created together. The connection was undeniable, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body, each gasp and moan a testament to the fire that burned between us.

I had never felt anything like this—so raw, so real. It was as if every wall I had ever put up was crumbling, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in a way I had never been before. But I didn't care. In that moment, nothing mattered except the man who held me in his arms, the man who was driving me to the brink of ecstasy with every touch.

When the climax finally came, it was overwhelming, a flood of sensations that left me trembling in his arms. I cried out his name, the sound echoing through the room as my body convulsed with pleasure. Damon followed soon after, his own release tearing through him with a force that shook us both.

For a moment, we lay there, our bodies intertwined, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high. My heart was still racing, my mind spinning with the intensity of what we had just shared. I turned my head to look at him, searching his eyes for any sign of what he was feeling.

But Damon's expression was unreadable, his face a mask of indifference as he pulled away from me. The sudden distance between us was jarring, and I felt a pang of hurt as he turned his back on me, reaching for his clothes without so much as a word.

I sat up, pulling the sheets around me, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in his demeanor. "Damon?" I called out softly, my voice laced with uncertainty.

He didn't respond immediately, taking his time as he buttoned up his jeans and pulled on his shirt. When he finally turned to face me, his expression was cold, detached. "You should get dressed," he said, his tone flat and emotionless. "It's getting late."

The words stung, cutting through the warmth that had filled me just moments before. I blinked, trying to process what had just happened. Was this all it was to him? Just another conquest? A fleeting moment of pleasure with no meaning behind it?

I felt a lump forming in my throat, but I forced myself to swallow it down. "Right," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper as I reached for my clothes. "I'll just... go."

Damon didn't stop me as I got dressed, his gaze distant, as if he was already somewhere else. The warmth of his touch, the connection we had shared—it all felt like a distant memory now, replaced by a cold emptiness that I couldn't understand.

As I slipped into my shoes, I couldn't help but glance at him one last time, hoping for some sign that what had just happened between us had meant something. But he wouldn't meet my eyes, his focus seemingly elsewhere as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

It was like a punch to the gut, the realization that maybe I had been wrong, that maybe this was all just a game to him. I felt a wave of embarrassment and hurt wash over me, but I kept my head held high as I made my way to the door.

"Goodnight, Damon," I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady.

"Goodnight, Mya," he replied, his tone still devoid of any warmth or emotion.

I walked out of the apartment, the door closing behind me with a soft click that felt like the end of something—something I had foolishly allowed myself to believe was real. The night air was cool against my flushed skin as I stepped outside, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

As I made my way back to my dorm, the hurt began to settle in, a gnawing ache in my chest that wouldn't go away. I had let myself get carried away, allowed myself to believe that what we had shared was more than just physical. But maybe I had been wrong all along.

But even as I tried to convince myself of that, there was a small part of me that refused to let go of the possibility that Damon was hiding something—that his cold demeanor was just a mask, a way to protect himself from whatever he was truly feeling.

Because deep down, I knew that I had seen something in his eyes, something that he was trying to keep hidden. And no matter how hard he tried to push me away, I couldn't shake the feeling that what we had shared had meant something to him too, even if he wasn't ready to admit it.

As I climbed into bed that night, the memories of our time together replaying in my mind, I made a promise to myself. I wouldn't let this be the end. I wouldn't let Damon push me away without a fight. Because if there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that I wasn't ready to give up on him—not yet.

And so, as I drifted off to sleep, my heart still heavy with the weight of what had happened, I held on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Damon Salvatore than he was willing to let me see.