Chapter 219: Vampire Luna
His large, rough hand glided slowly up the back of my thigh, sending an electric shiver straight up my spine. His fingers traced the delicate edge of my lace panties, moving with a agonizingly slow, deliberate rhythm that made my knees wobble. A soft, breathless moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, echoing softly through the quiet room. I tried to gather my thoughts and speak, but my mind was rapidly fogging over with intense heat. I could feel the familiar, overwhelming dampness pooling between my legs, the pure sensation driving me absolutely out of my mind.
"D-Damon..." I stammered, my eyes fluttering shut as the unbelievable sweetness of his touch paralyzed my ability to form proper sentences.
I forced my hands against his broad, muscular chest, feebly trying to push a tiny bit of space between us. "You... you really have to stop, Damon. This isn't good for you right now. We can... we can have sex some other time, once your body is fully healed. If you push yourself like this, the severe injuries you sustained might never recover properly."
Damon didn't back away. Instead, his fingers slid upward to cup the side of my neck, his thumb lightly pressing against my pulsing vein as his dark eyes locked onto mine with an overwhelming, possessive intensity.
"You are making a huge mistake, Amanda," he rumbled, his voice dropping into a thick, hypnotic gravel that vibrated right against my skin. "I used to think you were nothing more than my medicine. I truly believed that was the only reason my body craved you... but it turns out I was completely wrong. My heart says something entirely different."
He squeezed my neck gently, pulling my face just a fraction of an inch closer to his. "Even if your touch can no longer heal my flesh, I still want you. I want to be buried deep inside you every single hour of the day, Amanda. I don't know what kind of spell you've cast over me, but I can't stop thinking about you for even a second."
A dark, tortured smirk crossed his lips, his thumb tracing the line of my jawline. "What on earth have you done to me? When you are not by my side, the physical pain in my back is much less... but my heart is completely troubled and chaotic. Yet, when you step into this room, the burning pain gets much worse, but my heart finally finds complete peace."
Before I could process his words, his mouth crashed down onto mine in a rough, desperate kiss. He claimed my lips with a wild, hungry passion, his warm tongue sliding inside my mouth to lick against mine, tasting me completely and drowning out any last bit of resistance I had left.
Without breaking the intense kiss, he scooped me up, carrying me across the room and pinning my back firmly against the cold wall. The sharp contrast between his burning body and the hard wall made me gasp right into his mouth. The rhythm of our kiss grew deeper and more frantic. He reached up, grabbing both of my wrists in one of his massive hands, pinning them securely above my head against the wood.
He pulled his lips back just an inch, his dark eyes burning with pure desire. "Bring out your tongue," he commanded darkly.
My breath hitched, and I obeyed, sliding my tongue out. He instantly leaned in, wrapping his lips around it, licking and tasting me in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that made my core ache for more.
Slowly, Damon dropped his gaze, sliding down onto his knees in front of me while keeping my body pinned against the surface. He leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss directly onto my belly button.
"You are so remarkably beautiful, Amanda," he whispered against my bare skin, his hot breath sending goosebumps cascading across my stomach. "My sweet medicine is so beautiful... you are exquisite. You are absolute perfection. You are kind, and your inner beauty shines brighter than the morning sun. How can one single person possess everything in one body?"
He slowly stood back up on his feet, his dark eyes never breaking contact with mine. His large hands slid down to the waistband of my skirt, slowly pushing the fabric down over my hips, letting it drop to the floor before tossing it carelessly across the room.
He then hooked his fingers into the sides of my damp panties. Moving with agonized slowness, he pulled the delicate fabric down my legs, stepping back as I stood completely exposed before him.
Damon picked up the tiny piece of cloth, holding it between his long fingers. He brought it directly up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhaled my scent deeply
into his lungs.