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Lying in bed, I began to drift off, thinking about all the things I needed to do. I knew deep down I had Damon on my side, now I just needed him to start an argument with my father. The only way to do that was to hit Pops where it hurt; his wallet.

Unlucky for me, Damon finished his work a lot quicker than I had expected him too. After leaving him in his office alone just over twenty minutes ago, he was now knocking on my bedroom door. I should have known  he’d pounce on the offer to sleep next to me. 

“Vivian, my love. Are you awake.” He whispered loudly, so I could hear him through the thick door.

During over so I could face the suite doors, I replied dryly. “Yes, come in Damon.”

Damon opened the door slowly, gazing upon me lying in bed, with the covers barely draped over my legs revealing the satin and lace halter nightgown the Liz at purchased for me in a deep plum color. “Are you sure you haven’t changed your mind?” He said, as he walked towards the bed, undoing his tie. I could see a fire burning behind his eyes, which caused me to recoil internally.

Sighing deeply, I answered him. “No, I haven’t changed my mind. You may sleep in here with me.” I could feel the guilt pull in my stomach. I didn’t want him in here, but I needed to make this seem believable to anyone looking inside these walls. I just prayed that when this was all over, Angel would understand.

I watched as Damon stroll into the bathroom, he came out a few minutes later in just his boxers. Unable to control my laugher, I covered my mouth to muffle the sound escaping. I couldn’t believe this big, bad man was wearing acorn covered boxers with a little squirrel decal popping out of the fly. Maybe he did have a personality under the big mean gangster persona.

 “What’s so funny sweetheart.” Damon looked at me a little puzzled.

“Nothing, I was just admiring your boxers.” I busted out in hysterics. 

Damon looked down and smiled up at me. “Oh, you like what you see?”

I couldn’t help but blush. “That wasn’t what I meant.” My tone defensive. Why the fuck of you blushing, don’t turn into a stupid twit Vi.

Damon came over to the bed and pulled down the blankets; feeling the mattress shift under his weight as he lay beside me; my heartbeat quickens. There was this underlining feeling that this was a mistake. If I led him on, I was playing with fire. They type of fire that destroys you from the inside out. 

We lay there for what felt like an eternity. Damon didn’t say a word or make a move towards me. Soon I could feel my body relax and start to drift off to sleep. Before I floated off completely, I heard Damon whisper, “Sleep well my love.” After that, I remembered nothing more until morning. That was until I woke up in Damon’s arm as he playfully kissed the curvature of my neck.

At first, I didn’t realize I was wrapped up in his embrace. Everything felt so dreamy. I couldn’t help but be drawn into the warmth as his hard body as it was being pressed against mine, even the sensation of his hot breath against my skin felt inviting.  I had to admit I was shocked that I had been using one of Damon’s arms as a pillow, and even more surprised that he used his other arm to wrap around my waist to secure me to him.

Trying to catch my breath, I laid as still a possible, keeping my eyes closed.

“Vivian my darling, I know you’re awake. I can feel your heart racing in your chest.”  As he spoke, Damon ran his hand under my left breast; cupping his hand around my heart. I couldn’t say he was foundling me, but the sensation caused my flesh to tingle.

Unable to speak, I let out a soft sigh. Where did that come from? Shit!

“Mmmm… my darling, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to wake up with you in my arms. If you only knew the spell you cast over me.” He whispered as he continued to run feather like kisses against my skin. Trying to get out of bed, Damon held me to him. “Just a little longer my pet… Please. Let me hold you.” He begged.

“Damon, please I need to pee.” I blurted. True I had to, but not desperately. I figured it would be the only way to make him let go and as a thought, he did.

I was correct; Damon released his hold on me. “I’m sorry my darling.” He laughed as I got out of bed.  Padding to the bathroom, I took my time doing my business. I brushed my hair and teeth. Even washed my face, realizing I had drooled in my sleep. Once I felt presentable, I headed out of the restroom to my closet when Damon called out to me.

“Vivian baby, please come to back to bed. Just for a little while.”

“I can’t. I need to head downstairs to start breakfast. Father will be hungry and up soon.” I told him.

“Dammit Vivian, you father can fucking wait. I want to lay with my wife.” He grunted.

Yay! Score one. Well that is what I thought. I need to drive that wedge, so I broke down and came back to bed; keeping some space between us. Unfortunately, Damon didn’t keep the distance for long. Once I was close enough to him, he took those massive arms and wrapped them around me; pulling me to him.

“Damon!” I squealed from the surprise of his hands on me.

Damon just buried his head in my neck and started to mumble. “Vivian, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for you. How I’ve longed to touch you, hold you. I need to be your everything.” He howled into my skin.

I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing that came natural to me. I brought my arms around his neck pulling him off me just a little. Still, we were held in an embrace. “Damon.” I whispered. “If you want to be my everything, I need you to something for me, for us.”

“Anything Vivian. I’ll do anything you ask.” He whimpered.

How I wished that was true. I wished I could just ask him to set me free. “Damon, get my money from my father. It’s mine.” I finally told him.

“You know you don’t need it, you have mine. All of mine. Every last penny.”

“Damon listen to me. My father doesn’t deserve what was once my mothers. He cheated on her. Lied to her, and in the end killed her.” I could feel the tears starting to well behind my eyes.

“Baby I know you don’t believe it, but it was ruled an accident.” He tried soothing my pain.

Shaking my head, I let the tears fall. “No, no it wasn’t an accident. Damon I was there. I was listening and watching from the top steps. He could have over powered her at any time, getting the gun from her. He caused her to struggle, so… so he could pull the trigger.”

At that moment Damon placed his hands on either side of my face, looking deep into my green eyes. “You truly believe your father killed your mother, don’t you.” All I could do was close my eyes and nod my head yes.

That is when it happened.  Before I could open my eyes and stop him, Damon’s lips were upon mine. His kiss was soft at first, but when I didn’t respond he began kissing me harder. I tried to pull away, push against him, but he continued kissing me as he rolled me over in the bed, causing me to be trapped between him and the mattress.

“Damon, please don’t!” I cried between his kisses.

“Vivian… I can’t. I need you. I need to take away your pain. Please let me.” He muttered, as he moved his lips from my mouth, down my throat, to my neck.

“D… Damon!” I gasped.

“Oh… Vivian.” He groaned.  At that moment, I knew I was going to lose this battle. I knew right then and there I was going to have to give my physical self to him, if I was ever going to get what I wanted. Breathing deeply, I laid there only responding when I needed too, allowing Damon to use my body to fulfill his own personal needs.

Closing my eyes, I could feel his lips trailing kisses down my chest. I hated that his lips burnt my skin as he dragged them down my breasts. I bit my lip as his fingers removed the thin silken fabric, freeing them for their only protection. Gasping, no longer able to handle it,  I tried to pull away.

“Vivian…” He moaned into me. Running his strong hands, he brought my arms above my head; pinning them over me. Running his hot mouth back over my neck, he began to bite and I knew he was leaving marks on my skin. Turning my head away from him, I buried it in my arm afraid to move or speak. As much as I wanted him to stop touching me, I knew it was what needed to happen. I had to let the world believe that we have come together as a happy couple, and to do that I had to give myself to him. At least that is what I kept telling myself, even if my mind kept  

Feeling Damon move between my legs, I gasped once again. He spread my thighs open, running his fingers over my lace panties. He continues to rub me, trying to make me grow excited for him, as he ran kisses over me. The problem was his touch did nothing for me and after a few more minutes, Damon realized it himself.

Burying his face in my stomach, he brought both his hands to my waist. “You’re not feeling me? Are you?” He asked.  

Swallowing hard, I had no clue how to answer. There was no right answer. Scared about his reaction, I finally said.  “I feel you, Damon.”

“No you don’t. Why don’t you grow wet from my touch? You’re dry as the desert outside.” He sighed.

I had no reply to his statement. What he said was true. I didn’t truly feel him. I didn’t want him. Maybe he was finally realizing this.

Damon pulled me closer to him, holding onto me tight. “You’ll learn to want me. Someday my touch will cause a fire to burn in your core.” With that, he just laid on top of me, holding me; not forcing me to give into him, but not letting me go either.  

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