| Ariel |

Damon and I laid naked in blissful silence now, after doing exactly what he intended on doing as soon as I showed up at his house. I was stripped down and on my knees before I got the chance to even mutter one word to him. He fucked me so hard and so good, I could barley breath by the end of it all. He gave me three intense, mind blowing orgasms before we both fell back on the bed, spent and decided to press pause. We settled down comfortably with each other and relaxed.

Never did I think I would ever feel comfortable laying naked with a man without worrying about how my body looked or feeling the need to cover myself but with Damon, it was different. I felt beautiful and free, as if I could show him flaws and all. He loved it all and he refused to let me cover myself up in his presence.

The sheets we had tangled around us only covered his waist down while on me they sit just above my lower back, covering my bum from his view. My head was laid on his upper thigh, facing forward and watching the TV turned down low — but now, I turned to face him. I interlaced my fingers and laid my palms flat on his sheet covered thigh, my chin resting on my hands as I watched him.

His head was slightly tilted and his face so serine and relaxed as he drew in his sketch book. His fingers worked so passionately with the pencil, his forearm muscles flexing with his movements. It made me happy for him, happy he had something he loved so much. I've never seen him so deeply involved in something, so in tune and mesmerized by something...well, not outside these sheets at least.

I felt a warmth in my heart thinking that he looks at me the way he looks at his drawings. Ive seen the passionate look before, its the same look I receive when he's devouring every one of my dips and curves. I try not to read too much into it and I keep telling myself this is as far as it will ever go but you cant blame a girl for getting butterflies when the man she loves looks at her like she's this magnificent piece of artwork...

I watch him with and adoring smile. We have been like this for what feels like hours and this place, this moment, is honestly the best feeling in the world. Just being with someone, sharing the same space, the same quiet and familiar comfort without one word needing to be said. I wish I could have the power to freeze this moment and stay here forever.

"What are you smiling about princess?" He whispered without taking one glance away from the picture he was drawing.

There go the butterflies again. He knew I was smiling without even looking my way, was he that in tune with my aura, with my movements?

"You." I answered lowly, my eyes drifting to his hands stroking the pencil back and forth on the paper. I had no idea what he was drawing but he made it look so easy. "Your love for drawing. I can see the passion in you face. The quick, fluid movements of your hand on paper shows how easy it comes to you. It's like second nature..." I paused, looking back up at him only to be met with his gaze. His eyes finally on me. "...And you're exceptional at it."

"You got all that from watching me draw?" He said low and raspy, he cleared his throat mid sentence but it didn't hinder the emotion I heard coming from his voice.

"Was I wrong?" I whispered back.

His green eyes searched mine as if he were digging deep inside me, searching for any hint of deception. "No." He said finally before taking a deep breath in and letting it out "I do love drawing Ari, it calms me, takes me away from the stresses of life..."

He trailed off as if he was now deep in thought and I wondered if he was questioning his career choice because it was clear that drawing to him was more than a hobby. It meant something to him and he loved being drowned in it. If my eyes were telling him anything, they were begging with him to talk to me, tell me something else nobody knows about him — open up to me and trust me again, he did it once I know he can do it again.

Why did he never pursue arts in college? Why did he instead work for his father architectural firm — did he feel the need to carry on his fathers legacy, to prove he was a son worthy of his all his fathers hard work when he was starting the company?

I didn't want to tell him with words to talk to me, I didn't want to push it, I wanted him to talk to me because he wanted to share something deep and meaningful with me — not because I forced it, so the last thing I was going to do was start up that conversation.

Open up to me baby, please.

I didn't even realize he went back to drawing, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see him continue his work quietly but he must have felt me watching him again...

"Your thinking so fucking loud, I can hardly concentrate princess." He mumbled, his eyes still on the paper but a slow grin formed on his lips as he said the words.

My cheeks heated with blush and I looked away. My cheek now rested on my hands as embarrassment filled me that I was stalking him with my eyes.

He chuckled and I heard his body weight shuffle. Paper fluttered and I heard the soft slam of the sketchbook against the bedside table. The drop of the pencil followed and soon after I felt his fingers sink into my scalp. He pushed my hair back away from my face and silently begged me to look at him again.

"Ariel..."

With his soft calling, I finally turned my head and laid my chin upon my hands once more. I blinked and smiled shyly as his green eyes twinkled with mischief and his lip lifted in a smile. His sketchbook now forgotten as his hand moved down to cup my cheek, his thumb caressed the apple of it as he gazed into my eyes. I couldn't help it, I tore my gaze away momentarily to press a kiss to his palm.

He sighed softly "I never wanted to take over as a partner in my fathers business..."

I almost choked at the confession. In the back of my mind I thought this, I knew he wasn't happy there but knowing I was right hit me like a ton of bricks. "Why?"

He leaned back against the bed, one arm behind his head and the other laid on top of his lap. He took a deep breath as if preparing to tell me and lengthy story.

"I fell in love with drawing the summer after I graduated high school, after Daniella — "

"Right." I had to cut him off because I knew what he was going to say and truthfully I would be happy if I never heard about that stupid bitch ever again.

Wow, hostile much Ariel? My inner voice teased.

He nodded "Yeah..." he looked out the window a moment before turning to look back at me with a reassuring smile. "Anyway, so I had all this pent up anger so that summer I tried everything to get my mind off of the embarrassment and rejection. I started drawing in my books one night. Interestingly enough I was recreating one of the tattoos on my arm, I was half way done before I realized how good it was actually turning out and how much it calmed me. I hadn't thought of her once. So ever since that night, I continued drawing and it wasn't long before I forgot all about her and drew simply because of my love for it."

He paused and let out a soft laugh "I remember staying up nights on end watching tutorials and trying to perfect my work. Drawing, it came so easily to me and I thought I was pretty good..."

I sent him an encouraging smile and shrugged "So why not take a chance? Pursue that dream and show people your talent."

"It started off as a hobby Ari, I never thought it would turn into this passion to where I couldn't go a day without picking up a paper and pencil." He shrugged. "Besides I was already in my first year of college when I realized what drawing meant to me and what I really wanted to do in life..."

My eyebrows furrowed "What did you really want to do?"

He sighed, pinning me with an unwavering gaze filled with vulnerability, I have never seen him so indecisive about telling me something and just as I was about to tell him he did have to tell me, he spoke. "I wanted to become a tattoo artist, open up my own tattoo shop."

I gasped softly and smiled "Oh my god, Dae, thats great! Thats amazing!"

He smiled at my enthusiasm and scoffed softly "Yeah, well it was just a dream princess. The firm needs me..." he looked away from me and out the window.

"What do you mean?"

He shook his head "I mean that..." his gaze traveled back to mine "...I had a job lined up for me at the firm, I was expected to take that position and carry on my fathers company. Bring it to a huge success and keep it there, honor him and his hard work. He busted his ass for us to have everything we ever needed and how selfish is it that I would turn my head and not appreciate all that? He gave us a secure job, he made sure we could be taken care of."

"But that doesn't mean you have to force yourself to be at a job that you don't like, where you don't have any drive or motivation — "

He cut me off "Ari, how do you think my father would feel about me dismissing all his hard work and giving up on something he put his blood, sweat, and tears into? I want him to fucking be proud of me!"

"Is that what you think?!" I lifted from my laid position on his lap and wrapped the bed sheet around myself. "Your father would want you to be happy Damon! He wouldn't want you miserable, he would be proud of you either way! It's not like you're giving up the company and throwing away all your fathers hard work, Dean is there, your Uncle Eric is there. Yes its half your company but you do not have to force yourself to love it like Dean does."

"My dad would be disappointed I didn't want to be apart of his business Ariel." Damons voice calmed now, he looked down and shook his head "When he died I promised him I would take care of mom and Emma with my life but I also promised myself that I would do anything to still feel close to him, so I — "

I cut him off, realization dawning on me. "— You accepted your position at your dads firm to feel close to him. You felt if you left you wouldn't feel like the son he wanted."

The vulnerability in his eyes was back and he nodded his head stiffly. I could tell he was trying hard not to show any emotions towards me but we were way past that, I wanted all of his emotions, I got a taste of his vulnerability and I wanted more. More of his trust in me.

I lifted my leg over his lap and straddled his waist, the bed sheet slipping off my frame. I pressed my palms against his chest before gliding them up and wrapping around his neck. "Dae..." When he didn't look at me, I slid my hand up and caressed his jaw, my thumb grazed against his bottom lip. 

He sighed, finally giving in. He turned to look at me but not before pressing a kiss to my thumb.

"Damon," I began "Your an amazing son and a loving brother and as sure as I'm alive, Im sure your dad would have been proud of you no matter what you did in life as long as you were happy and healthy." My hands cupped his cheeks as my eyes bore into his "The only thing he would have been disappointed in would be you never following your true passion and forcing yourself into something you thought would make him happy."

His jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut as if he was holding back tears. I didn't want him to hold back, I wanted him to show me that pain, I wanted to see into his soul, take something of him back with me.

He sucked in a deep breath and leaned his forehead against mine, his eyes still shut tightly as he whispered "Kiss me Ariel."

Leaning forward I claimed my lips with his in a soft kiss. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip, pulling it in his mouth before opening  to give me another passionate kiss. I pulled away slowly but he wasn't having that. He shook his head. "Again."

I smiled this time and pressed another soft kiss to his lips.

"More." He mumbled against my lips. I pressed another soft kiss and teasingly pulled away. 

A groan erupted from his throat and his hands came around my waist, pulling my naked body flush against his. His warm skin sent shivers down my spine and I felt the hardness of his cock slowly growing on the inside of my thigh. His lips covered mine in yet another rough, passionate kiss. His tongue slowly licked my lips before slipping into my mouth and tasting ever crevice. I let out a low moan as his hand traveled up the side of my breast and moved forward giving him access to roll my hardened peak between two fingers.

"Fuck Ari," he groaned out, his left hand traveling down my waist and squeezing my butt cheek and delivering a hard spank right after. I cried out his name as he once again squeezed and caressed my cheek before giving it another hard slap. His lips devoured mine while his hand continued its rough squeezes and hard spanks, followed by a thumbing caress.

Oh god, I was going to come just from him spanking me...

I moved my hips back and forth, his hard cock caressing my lips, the head jutting my clit and sending pulses of desires through my body. He pulled away from my lips roughly and gripped at the back of my neck. "I need you again baby..."

I whimpered and pressed my chest against his, my hard peaks grazing his hot skin. "I need you too..." 

As promised, New chapter!😁 So what did you guys think of this chapter?! ❤

Damon finally told Ariel what he really wanted to pursue as a career and why he didn't do it, why he felt like he needed to stay at his father firm and Ariel was so happy to finally see him open up to her again and this time even more so, showing her vulnerability. 

Damon has yet to see what all this means, what his opening up, his vulnerability, and his need for Ariel truly means -- is he really blind to it all or does he just push it away refusing to admit its love? ❤

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