Surrender

Surrender
He tangled his fingers in my hair, squeezing the locks tightly and controlling the angle of my head. I was mad. I must have been. Crazy enough to need him and want him even though my worldview had just been shattered. Crazy enough to let him possess me body and soul, because I think being part of his world with him might be the closest to sanity I've ever been.
I kissed him back greedily, sinking my fingers into his hair and clinging to him with all my might. I couldn't think of anything. My mind was focused on Damon and Damon alone . It didn't matter that I couldn't think, only he and I mattered. This moment. Damon was a hurricane, and I didn't fight him. I let him sweep me away and destroy me completely.
I turned in his lap, barely breaking the kiss. I couldn't stop, not for a moment. I wasn't willing to break this connection. Now that I knew what it was, I wanted to surrender. Surrender to Damon .
I nestled my thighs on either side of his, grinding our hips together. The feel of his cock against mine made me moan deeply into his mouth. He swallowed that sound as if it belonged to him. As if he'd demanded it from my body on a fucking whim.
I broke the kiss, but only to create some space so I could reach between us and free us from the bonds of our pants. The moment my cock touched his, it was an electric shock. My head spun back as I surrendered to the sensation, and when I finally looked back at Damon , I saw in them a spark of obsession.
And it thrilled me.
I wrapped my hand around both of us, torturing us with the slow slide of my hand up and down along our lengths.
"Bailey, " he moaned, as he raised his hips to meet my onslaught. I wanted to crumble him, and watching him writhe beneath me provided a completely addictive force. Damon's mouth latched onto my throat and I felt the sharp points of his fangs scratch my skin.
"Do it " I whispered . "Please."
Damon paused, his tongue swirling in my throat. He knew what he was doing. He was giving me a moment to reflect, but I didn't need it. I wanted it all, and no matter how much it scared me, or how many questions I hadn't answered yet, I knew I was meant to be there.
I ran my free hand through his dark locks and held him firmly against my neck, giving him permission to take what he needed.
I felt a brief, sharp prick, and then a feeling of bliss flooded my body. It was euphoric and intense, nothing like the bite he had given me earlier. It was the most vivid and powerful sensation I had ever felt, and I was almost certain I died for a split second. Without a doubt, I cum the moment he drew his first sample of blood from my veins. My cock exploded, making my body shudder and shake. A choked moan escaped me and I shuddered almost violently in Damon's arms .
It was a few moments before the room returned to normal and I was in the front row to watch Damon take his revenge. I took it upon myself to pump his cock (I must have been distracted enough to stop) and used my own cum as a lubricant. There was something exciting about watching it coat his skin.
"More " he said in a raspy voice." Faster."
I did as he asked, squeezing his hand and moving faster up his member. He was bigger than me and I was eager to feel his cock dilating my hole.
His hips jerked wildly beneath me as he approached the rimming. His eyes were full of heat, flaming as they roamed the contours of my face.
"Fuck, Bailey " ... A grunt escaped his lips as he cummed, semen spilling from his cock and hitting his chest with the force of his orgasm. My God, he was gorgeous. Even covered in dried blood and cum.
I ran a finger down his heaving chest, scooping up some of his cum. He watched me curiously as I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it clean.
She took a deep breath and her fingers pressed harder against my hips. "Bailey."
Fuck, my name sounded good in his mouth, like he was whispering it reverently.
I shoved my hands into his hair and pressed my mouth against his. Any doubt about what was between us evaporated in that instant. I could feel it fit, an alliance, a connection, a bond between us. My blood was pounding and my heart was pounding. He was my addiction and a vice I had no strength to resist.
Even if deep down I knew he could be the death of me.
"It smells like sex and death in here. What a pervert."
I startled at the sound of Ackles' voice . How had he gotten in? I didn't hear the door open.
I looked up from Damon's chest and saw Ackles standing by the couch with a mischievous grin. His hair was a dark midnight blue, and he looked like a Japanese comic book hottie. He was dressed in black, with combat boots and harnesses all over his chest. Gee, how long did it take him to get on that thing? It had buckles galore. It looked cool though, maybe I could borrow it?
"Ackles , stop using portals in my house "Damon complained .
"Portalize?", I asked. I'd heard Damon say that before, but I ignored it to focus on the corpse.
"I'm some kind of wizard, so I can go wherever I want via portal." Which he proceeded to do by disappearing before my eyes without so much as a sound.

Holy cow!
A couple of seconds later he reappeared just as silently, with a buttercream covered cupcake in his hand. He handed it to me. "Here you go, doll. Fresh from the kitchen."
Oh, cake! I loved cake. I ran my finger through the chocolate frosting and was about to put it in my mouth when Damon grabbed my wrist and licked the frosting clean.
"Hey!"
He grinned mischievously at me and my stomach churned. "It doesn't taste as good as you do."
"Urgh, you guys are too cute " Ackles complained as he crossed his arms over his thin chest.
"What else can you do" I asked with a mouth full of cake, which by the way was delicious, and waited for Ackles' response in childlike amazement.
"I'm sorry, Hanna , but we don't have time for that. " His expression turned serious." You already got another delivery."
My stomach shrank and, with it, my appetite. I put down the pie and turned to Damon . His lip twitched, agitated, and he stood up quickly; all his tenderness gone until only the edges of the Mob Boss remained.