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Delicate: Damon and Isabelle

Damon's POV:

"Izzy, we need to talk about something very serious." I said as I laid her down on top if the bed. She had already gotten into her pjs and was snuggling into the pillows.

"Is it about what you and Cal were discussing earlier this week? Mating?" She looked up at me her dark eyes nervous.

"You were not supposed to hear that conversation."

"But I did." She never looked away from my eyes as I sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

"I know that the idea of sex isn't really what you want to talk about. I know it makes your nervous because it is the only piece of you that you have left." She glanced away and swallowed.

"I'm not going to rape you. If you say no...I won't do it tonight. I'm nervous about our brother getting in. And it gives me peace at mind to be able to feel your emotions in case something ever went wrong."

She nodded still not looking back at me. "I'm going to take a long shower. I want you to think this through. If you have any questions or concerns of anything, you can ask me. I'm not judging you for being worried. I love you, baby girl, you are the most important thing in my life right now. So I'm not going to risk hurting you." I kissed her lips softly as I pulled away and hopped off the bed she grabbed my hand.

"I love you, Damon," She held eye contact as she took a shaky breath, "I know my decision. Go take your shower but hurry back. I don't like being alone in your room at night."

I smiled and gave her one last quick kiss before stripping and hopping in the shower. I moved relatively quickly because I wanted to get back to her. I dried off my body and towel dried my hair leaving it damp. I opened the bathroom door to the room and saw the sheets to the bed pulled down and candles were lit scarcely throughout the room. She was in the corner by the window dressed in a black lace up corset. And ruffled matching bottoms. Her hair was down and in beautiful curls. She turned around to see me standing there with a towel wrapped around my waist. She walked in front of me so that we were only inches apart from face to face.

Her voice was small but the room was silent, "Yes." And then I was on her like a lion to a gazelle, my lips ravaging hers as I lifted her and drew her to the bed.

Thank god.

My towel had long since come off and there was nothing holding me back from her. I was undoing the lace on the back of her corset as she bit my neck softly. She kept running her nails up and down my back slowly. It wasn't hurting me, it felt good. Unnaturally good and that's why as I slid her top and bottoms from her body, I took a moment to gaze down at the petite strawberry blonde in front of me. Her subtle curves in all the right places. Her swollen lips and big doe eyes. She was gorgeous. She looked so much like Cathy in so many ways but personality wise... she was so different. I loved Catherine. I really did, but I believe I just found my new soul mate.

"Damon?" I was biting my lip as I looked up into her eyes, "Everything okay?"

"Perfect, baby girl." I swooped down and placed my lips on hers as I began to grind against her. My cock was throbbing and I loved it. The need, the urge, finally being fulfilled tonight by this gorgeous submissive creature.

I kissed her neck softly. Running my lips back and forth on her shoulder blades. She cooed softly as her voice got lost against my skin. My hands traced the curves of her hips and between her legs. I rubbed her clit slowly in small circles, soliciting a moan from her. I slid my index finger inside her and she tightened her walls around me. She was so pure and I felt that I finally had done something right.

I slowly began to trace my lips down her neck again and then across her chest. Each of her nipples puckered as I licked them and teased them with my teeth. Her moans were encouraging me. I continued my assault between her legs. My tongue traced the line between her hip bone and mound as her fingers gripped my hair and led me to her heat.

Oh Isabelle. I licked her clit slowly, torturously. I made her push me closer, beg me for more. She wanted it more than she even knew. And I allowed it. Once she was satisfied and soaking wet, I rose up sliding my body against hers. I positioned myself at her entrance and began to slowly slide in.

It wasn't fast or rough or painful. Her eyes locked with mine and she held my gaze as her mouth dropped and I entered her fully. I knew I had broken her when I saw her wince but just as quickly she relaxed and began to move her hips with mine. In and out, we moved with grace. Sweat was building on both of our bodies and I felt my climax coming near. I picked up the pace as I lifted myself just an inch above her. She was getting close too. Her walls began to contract around me and I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. My body kept perfect time as I pumped into her. Her moans were frequent, my breath was ragged. I licked her neck and slowly bit down into her. My fangs pierced the skin and I began to taste her blood. She tightened around me, gripping me against her body as I released inside of her and let her relax. It was perfect. I had finished the claim as I cleared the small holes on her neck, healing them. 

"I love you Isabelle. I love you."

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