Possessed by Damon Salvatore

Chapter 28

Me and Damon somehow make it to my house because we both are drunk and I am nearly passed out. I struggle to keep my eyes open and to avoid mom, Damon takes me through the window.

He plonks me on the bed and helps himself on it.

He moves so that he is on top of me with his hands on either side of me, supporting his weight. He breaths heavily onto me. It smells the too sweet taste of alcohol, whiskey and tequila. His eyes searching mine, asking for permission. I raise my head so as to kiss him. He forces me down with his lips, our tongues battling for dominance. At last, I surrender to the kiss and my heart beat escalates. I know what is going to happen and I'm bursting with joy inside. Yet, I'm nervous.

His hands slowly make their way to my camisole, sliding it away with his fingers. My skin flushes and it betrays me, giving away my nervousness. Damon stills. No, no. Please don't change your mind, I beg mentally.

His eyes never leaving mine, stretches his hand and pulls the duvet to put it on me. He leans to kiss me again and his hands, opens my camisole.

"You're perfect. Beautiful, pretty cannot sum up what I think of you," he says and trails his lips around my earlobe. I blush.

"And you are not something that can be put in words. You are mine", I whisper, my fingers open the button of his shirt. My hands are trembling and he takes them to kiss me softly on my wrist and opens the buttons himself. His chest, its flawless, smooth with the outline of abs. I let my fingers wander, skimming on its texture.

"Are you sure?", Damon asks, darkly.

I nod, "Yes, please. I want you".

Damon lets out a long breath and starts kissing me down my throat, following south.

The rest is history. This has to be the best night if my life. Ever.

After some time, Damon pulls the duvet and wraps his arms around me. Protective, loving arms. I sigh, content. My back is to his bare chest and he kisses my shoulder blades.

"Thank you," I say, tears pricking at the back of my eyes.

"What for? I should be the one to thank you. Not the other way round", he says, his voice filled with love and wonder.

It pushes me to the brink and tears flow freely down my cheeks.

"Hey, Ann. What happened? Did I hurt you?" His voice alarmed.

"No,' I sob. He turns me so that I'm facing him.

"Tell me," he orders, unleashing the force of his eyes.

"I'm afraid that you may leave me. Someday. Maybe I can't satisfy you", I break.

"Shh. No more. I love you. More than anything. I'm scared that you might change your mind and leave me. You have no reason to feel inferior. You were perfect. You are perfect. Anything you do will satisfy me", he confesses, sincerity in his words and voice.

I weigh my words and ask him, hesitant. "Will you change me?". I will go through any amount of pain to be with him forever.

He gazes into my eyes, knowing that I am serious about it. He doesn't say anything for a minute. He closes the distance between us with his lips and whispers, "Yes, if thats what you want. I am a selfish monster and I will do anything to keep what I love."

"You are many things but a monster is not among them", I say.

He smirks and changes the topic or rather closes the topic. "Sleep now. You've had a busy day".

And soon, I drift to sleep in his arms, protected and loved. Thats more than what I can ask for.