❝her love was engrossing,
rampant, and enliving.
so much that,
she became an indispensable
part of him.❞
-j.o
After two tragedies that struck her deep into a depressive state, Carter...
Her fair skin glistened beneath the warm light, their breaths mixed as their bodies seemed to mold together. With his hands all over her barely covered body, his skin causing hers to ignite in flames. It was like she was a steady flame and he was the foliage, setting their bodies ablaze like a wild fire. His bright blue eyes were as dark as the night sky, pupils dilated. Carter's body was on fire, pleasure surging through her as his soft lips made contact with her neck. She had never wanted anything so much before, but being on this down filled bed, sheets cool against her feverish skin, and his body on her own, it was like everything made sense. She was where she was supposed to be.
His kisses started to get harder, sucking roughly at the skin of her throat. She couldn't surpress the moan that rumbled past her parted lips, her body arching into his. His hands roughly shoved her body down, trapping her in place as he worked her skin. She was beginning to get uncomfortable, her skin sore. She soon felt a sharp pain, whimpering at the feeling. Warm liquid slipped down her skin until she realized what was happening. His fingers wrapped tightly within her hair, holding her to his body. He moaned at the unfamiliar taste exploding against his taste buds, unable to control himself.
She attempted to thrash out of his grip, but he was too strong. A cry slipped past her lips as she pleaded for him to stop. "Damon, stop," she begged and begged, pain filling her body, replacing the pleasure she had first felt. "Damon, please.." All she could feel was his teeth sunken deep into her flesh and the tugging at her scalp from his fingers pulling her hair. Black dots began to invade her vision as she stopped fighting it. She was letting go and all she could muster was his name.
"Damon..."
Carter awoke with a startle, her face flushed and her body tingling. Her hair was a mess from wallowing in the bed, tossing and turning most of the night. She had actually stayed up late on the phone with Damon, the two talking about stupid and forgetful things. He was currently reading the Twilight series and had gotten to the second book, and she had told him about her current obsession with One Tree Hill. They didn't talk about vampires or the tomb, or what happened at the dance. She attempted to get out of bed when she noticed the voices downstairs. People were laughing and chatting, all while plates clattered and the stove timer went off.
