Chapter 24

“This shouldn't be happening,” he said into her mouth, drawing her closer to his body. He kissed her so hard she saw stars, and it seemed he couldn't get enough.

Lena let her bag drop to the floor, completely letting go. She opened her mouth and Damon explored every corner with his tongue. A small sigh escaped her as he pulled away to drag her dress over her head. Their mouths reconnected when the small mundane task was over and they went back to swallowing themselves.

Her roaming hands found the hem of this sweatshirt and she pulled back to remove it. There was too much fabric still on and the knowledge of it frustrated Lena. Now only in her underwear, she stood in front of him. Funny enough, she didn't feel shy. Instead, she felt proud, powerful, and she knew it was thanks to the man standing in front of her.

Damon reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting her breasts fall free. Lena realized he'd never seen them before, so he didn't know they'd become a bit fuller and bigger. That was a relief.

“I've always thought tits are beautiful but yours are just.... magnificent.”

His hands grabbed her soft skin, pulling, touching. The sensation was a new one, rushing blood to her core down south. Her nipples hardened and Damon kneaded the small pink nubs. Moaning, her hands reached around his neck, it was getting hard not to fall. His skin looked so good that she couldn't resist running her hands down it. It felt like silk in her hands and looked even better. The gods had seriously blessed her.

Damon lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. His lips found herself and once again, Lena lost herself in the richness of his kisses. So lost was she that, when she landed on his bed some minutes later, she didn't know how they'd gotten there.

She landed with an 'oof', staring up at him. She watched him slowly as he fumbled with his belt, drawing out the stupid thing. His jeans went down and his black boxer briefs came into view. His arousal was huge, already hard and the thought alone shot straight to her core.

“If you keep looking at me that way, there won't be any foreplay.”

His voice was rough, strained. Lena watched him come top of her, using his upper body strength to support him. His eyes found hers and he stared at her for a few short moments, before bringing his lips to hers.

Damon kissed her like it was the last thing he'd ever do. And it probably would be, considering what he'd done. A hand ran down her side in frustration. His mouth left her face, traveling down to her neck. Damon suckled on the sensitive skin and Lena marveled in the skill of his mouth. Jesus, he was good.

He travelled down still, kissing, sucking, nibbling, and biting as he went. Releasing a low moan that sounded from the back of her throat, Lena felt the fabric of her panties go down her leg. Completely bare, Damon parted her legs, resting in between.

Then she felt his hot breath directly on her. She could imagine just how wet she was, how naked; he could see everything. The thought made her shudder. Talk about letting someone know all of you.

“Hmm,” Damon hummed, licking up her slit. “Has anyone ever told you that you taste like strawberries?”

Lena moaned, “No. I don't believe I've ever had that conversation, as awkward as it would have been.”

He gave her another long lick, up and down. “Well, you do.”

Lena arched her back in pleasure. “Good to... know.”

He latched onto her clit, and this time Lena could've sworn she saw stars. “Ahhh!” She fisted the sheets, arching. Giving her no further time to breathe, Damon suckled on the little sensitive nub. It was so much, so mind-blowing, her stomach began to clench. She felt it coming and she knew she was not that far away from the edge.

“Fuck, Damon,” she breathed, “Ah,”

He parted her legs when in her ecstasy, she'd held his head firm between them. “Keep them open. I want to see you.”

Without notice, Damon slipped a finger inside her, hitting her wall. Lena shuddered, if this was what happened each time, he told her to stay away and she disobeyed, maybe she'd continue disobeying. Her thoughts were cut off when another finger entered. Curling his fingers inside her, he began to hit the sweet spot, all the while sucking on her clit.

“Oh!” she moaned when he sucked so hard tears began to form in her eyes.

“Damon, please. Please, I need you... I need you inside me. Now. I can't... can't take it anymore.”

“Soon, dolcezza,” he purred. “Soon.”

He kept on with his thrust, then suddenly withdrew his fingers. Lena was about to ask why when he latched his mouth on her entire pussy. He sucked and licked relentlessly, opening her slit and then shoving his tongue in. Lena screamed her orgasm, almost leaping off the bed save for Damon's hands holding her thighs down. He continued to lick her up, savoring in the taste of her juices until she lay completely still.

As she lay wasted, he went up, kissing her. “Remember when you asked to kiss my beard with your vagina? You're welcome.”

Gasping, Lena burst out laughing. “God, you're ridiculous.” She hit him on the chest when he joined in her laughter. “So will you make love to me now?”

“Fuck yeah. Hold on.” He reached into his drawers and came back empty handed. “Christ. I'm going to kill EJ.”

Lena sat up with him still on top. “What, why?”

“He took all my condoms.”

Lena's brows raised, then she burst out laughing again. “Is that why you look like he stole your favorite candy?”

“But it was my favorite candy,” he whined.

Lena smacked him on the chest. “Asswipe. You don't need that.”

“Really? Are you on the pill?”

She couldn't tell him that someone who's already pregnant couldn’t get pregnant again. “Yeah.”

“Fuck yes.” He actually grinned, flinging his boxers off. “I hate sex with condoms. Thank God.”

Lena was tempted to tell him that the safer option was usually a condom, if one didn't want to have STIs or end up pregnant, but what did she know? Besides, he wasn't ever going to have sex with anyone that wasn't her.

Then he was in between her legs, getting comfortable. Lena held her breath. Six weeks since she'd last felt this. Six weeks since he'd put his baby juice in her. Six weeks since he'd—

“Oh my...Oh God,” she moaned when he penetrated her opening. Then he was inside her, pushing. It hurt when he pushed completely. He waited for a few seconds for her to adjust, because he was ridiculously huge. The pain subsided, and the pleasure that followed was amazing. Damon drew back, then pushed in again, groaning. Lena's body clenched at the intrusion, making Damon moan loudly.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck. You're tight. Really tight.”

Her first thought was that she was going to push a baby out of there.

She didn't have time to think again when he started ramming into her. “Ahhh! Damon!”

She didn't think it was possible but Lena was sure she was going to explode if she didn't find that relief soon. “Oh God,” she cried out, fisting the dark sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him closer. Any closer and he would have been entirely inside her.

His lips found hers, swallowing her moans. “God, I need you, Lena. More than I've ever needed anyone.”

“Then don't let go,” she stared into his eyes and saw all she'd ever wanted: love, affection.

He stopped, pulling out. Ignoring Lena's surprised face, flipped her onto her stomach. Lena's eyes widened. Damon's hands shot out, pulling her to him by her waist. Her hands went to the headboard, gripping hard. This position left her so exposed but she didn't have time to object as he slammed into her from the back.

“Ahhh!”

As she hadn't been taken this way before, she hadn't expected the slight pain she felt. He had full access with this position and he was hitting directly on her wall, making her scream out in pleasure. He fisted her hair, drawing her back. His groans and moans shot straight to her throbbing clit, and she bit down on her lip to avoid crying out.

Her scalp began to hurt from the strain, but the pain didn't come any close to the kind of pleasure building up inside of her. He had a hand on her waist, and Lena could hear skin hitting skin.

She didn't have the strength to lean to the headboard for much longer and she collapsed on the bed with her waist up. Cheek glued to the bed; tears filled her eyes as she screamed at every thrust of his waist.

“Fuck Lena,” Damon groaned above her. “Fuck. I'm going crazy. Where have you been all my life?”

“New York,” she chuckled through her tears, “Ahhhhhhh,” she moaned when he hit that spot again. She was going to come. Fast.

“I'm al... coming,” she cried softly.

“No,” he mumbled. “Not yet. Wait just a bit longer.”

The pleasure building inside her had to be illegal. She'd never felt this way during sex, not even with Matt. No, don't even think about it, her mind chided, don't ruin this moment. Goosebumps filled her skin, and tears clouded her vision so much that she couldn't see. His thrust moved her back and forth, and she was sure she'd never feel anything better than this. This wasn't just sex. It wasn't just a quick roll in the hay. They were making love.

They were trading their problems for love, for a moment of bliss that would last a lifetime.

“Come with me, dolcezza.” His hands reached between them to her clit. “Come now.”

Her walls clenched and her world came crashing down on her as she road waves and waves of pleasure. She screamed her orgasm out, clutching at the sheets. Damon moaned loudly above her as he emptied his seed deep in her womb. It was nothing short of breath taking.

Spent as they were, they lay side by side, savoring the feeling of being complete, even if it was just for a few short moments. It seemed like they were invisible, like nothing in the world could touch them, like they were in their own created bubble, three of them. And they probably were.

But as every good thing, it didn't last very long. Soon, their lives came knocking on the door, as well as their problems and they found it was hard to run from reality.

“Get out.”

Lena watched Damon sit up, his face hardened. It was almost like they hadn't just bared their souls to each other. “What?”

“I'm not in the habit of repeating myself.”

She sat up too, holding the sheets to her chest like it would erase the memory of what they’d just done. “And I'm not a whore that you can sleep with and then throw away when you're done.”

He turned to face her and Lena was scared of what she saw. “It's frightening how very good you are at turning off your feelings. Whenever you open your mouth, I'm scared because I don't know if it's going to be an 'I love you' or an 'It's over'.” His eyes were blue and stale, with no emotion in them.

They just looked... lifeless.

“Get the fuck out,” he repeated, his voice low and normal like he was ordering food at a restaurant.

“Damon, please don't do this. Don't shut me out,” she pleaded, her eyes beginning to water. “Don't let them win. It's what they want.”

If the tears rolling down her cheeks did anything to weaken his resolve, he didn't show it.

“If you really think that this story has a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention.” He stood up in his glory, heading for the bathroom. “Before I get out, I want you gone.”

The door shut in her face and Lena could literally hear her heart breaking. Her chests heaved with cries that threatened to break out and she could just imagine how pathetic she looked.

God.

Was this what she'd signed up for?

Hell no.

She breathed in deeply, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Leaving the bed, she picked up her underwear, then journeyed down to the living room in search of her clothes. Throwing them on, she knew she was a mess. She grabbed her bag from the floor, walking to the door.

She paused as her hand hit the doorknob, swinging her head around to give the crib one last look. She didn't know when next she'd come here or if she would ever get the chance to again. But it was fine. Space was probably what she needed.

She realized one thing in all these: loving Damon wasn't just painful. It was fucking damaging too.