What Lies Beneath

Chapter 8: Self Made Barriers

"Damon…please…more…"

Bonnie's back arched off the large bed, her heels digging into the soft downy mattress beneath her. She licked her lips slowly and gazed up at the ceiling, one hand clutching her pillow while the other was buried in nearly black strands of soft hair. Her hips were unable to keep still, bucking into the air with each gentle swipe of Damon Salvatore's skilled tongue. He was only giving her feather light touches however; just enough to make her squirm underneath him like a worm on a hook.

He really liked it when she squirmed.

"What's the magic word?" He inquired, nicking her inner thigh with his fang and sliding his tongue over the tiny wound.

She shuddered, giving his hair a firm yank. "Now."

"Ooh demanding I see." Amused, he placed butterfly kisses up to her breast. "You give me what I want and I'll give you what you want. Eventually."

Whimpering, she wiggled. "Uhn don't torture me!"

He shrugged. "I could leave you know."

"N—no!" Swallowing hard, she met his intense gaze. "Do it."

Damon smiled triumphantly and inhaled, making the veins at the corners of his eyes squiggle to life. As his sharp teeth appeared, he surged up and sunk them into her tender neck, drinking forcefully. Bonnie cried out with an odd mix of pain and pleasure, her nails raking angry marks on his otherwise flawless back. She wrapped her legs around his lithe waist, hissing when a simple jerk of his hips made him thrust inside of her, sliding deep. She was warm and wet, with pliant muscles that fit snug around his throbbing shaft.

"Fuck!" He groaned; his mouth stained with blood. "You feel amazing."

The pretty witch's ears were roaring, but she managed to nuzzle at him and pull him closer, giving herself over to him completely. It felt wonderful to have him inside of her. To feel him driving in over and over, harder and faster until they were in a frantic rhythm that shook the bed. His chest grazed her nipples that were already overly sensitive from his teasing nibbling and sucking. He had fed recently before her, so his usually chilly skin was warm and rosy. Their motions had her flesh sizzling on her bones—soon she would be glistening with a light sheen of sweat. But none of it mattered. Nothing mattered but him and her…and the moment.

Even if it was just one dream out of many.

Even if she was beginning to lose count of all the times or things Damon had did to her in her mind, where shejust couldn't resist him. Life outside of her head always faded away the moment she dozed off and he appeared ready to take her again.

"God…do—don't stop…" She gasped, breathless. "Don't ever sto—" A figure moving out of the corner of her eye made her trail off, and she forced herself to regain a bit of focus.

A beautiful and elegant blonde stood at the edge of the bed, watching them with harsh bright blue eyes. She was dressed in a fitted green corset gown that slipped off her shoulders, her cornflower hair twisted and bound into several lovely curls. Her hands were clasped in front of her but she didn't look happy at all. In fact she looked downright vengeful.

Alarmed, Bonnie pushed at Damon's shoulder. "Damon! The—there's someone here."

"Ignore them." He grunted, never breaking a step. "It's not real."

"I…" She watched the new arrival warily, feeling herself succumbing once again to his skilled lovemaking.

And then the woman spoke. "You think you can take him from me?"