Alina's Past Lives.

Making The Same Mistake Twice.

A Little disclaimer, this chapter has some parts in it not fit for people under the age of eighteen.

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I moaned heatedly into the mattress as Damon's hips snapped against mine. I was situated on all fours, my breasts pressed into the silk sheets of Damon's bed and my body shivered as Damon gently kissed my shoulders and back. I didn't know how I had managed to fall into his bed. He had found me at the Grill, drunk and out of sorts and we somehow got to talking about how my sister didn't remember me at all. I tried jogging my sister's memory but she kept screaming that she didn't have a sister. Overcome with grief I sought to drown my sorrows, wanting nothing more than to forget everything about tonight. We continued our escapades of drinking till we were thrown out of the Grill and we had ended up going back to the boarding house. Some more drinking and talking later, we were ripping off each others formal wear. My hands curled around the sheets, fisting them as my body was bucking uncontrollably against Damon's. He held my hips tightly and his lips were tracing patterns all over my naked skin. I bit my bottom lip, trying to stifle my screams of absolute pleasure, but it was pointless. Each and every part of Damon fit my own body like a lost puzzle piece. I felt that way the night of the Homecoming dance. He was so tender with me that night as we made love in front of the fire place. He cared about me and I cared about him. There was no simpler understanding than the one we had for each other. We fought, we cried, we grieved and above all else we cared. But tonight we were not making love like we once did, we were just having sex. I was using Damon as a distraction of sorts, there was no love in this endeavor tonight. I just wanted to keep myself busy enough that I would stop thinking about my sister and feeling guilty for what I did to her. I just wanted to get away from it all for a while, and Damon was never one for saying no when I needed him to scratch an itch. Damon quickly flipped me onto my back and hovered over me on the bed. I tangled my fingers in his dark hair and yanked his lips to meet mine in a hot, bruising kiss. Lips and teeth mashed against one another and arms and legs tangled along the sheets. Damon looked down at my face and even though I was moaning in complete and utter ecstasy, part of me was concentrated so hard to expel the grief I was feeling tonight. For me, he'd help me fight my inner demons. He knew what it was like to feel complete and absolute grief. I knew he felt that way when he found out Katherine wasn't in the tomb. I knew he wished he had someone like me on that night to help him, but he was alone. Damon wouldn't let me be alone on a night like tonight. I needed someone just to be there and he would be there for me. After everything he had done to betray my trust how could he turn me down now. My hot wet walls suddenly clenched around him, signaling that I was close to the edge and Damon spurred his thrusts to go faster. I clawed his back with my nails and he hissed, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth bit at my sweaty skin, making me moan even more. His powerful thrusts stroked that sweet spot inside me as his skin smacked ruthlessly against mine. Within a few short thrusts I came, screaming and shouting as my release made my entire being tremble. Damon followed shortly after me, his warmth spilling deep within me. He gently kissed up my neck, across my jaw line and finally my lips before collapsing next to me. We both panted as we lay next to each other on the bed. My heavy eye lids fell closed and I curled up against Damon's side, hoping to fall into a blissful sleep. Damon watched me snuggle up against him and chuckled to himself. He ran a hand through my damp hair and kissed my temple before letting himself fall asleep.