Authors: V. Andrian
“C
ass, where the fuck are you? This is the third time I’ve called. I was about to call Dean and tell him to check on you.”
“Layla, I was in the bathtub. Seriously, can’t a woman have a bath without you filing a missing person’s report?”
“That’s my niece and goddaughter you’re carrying in that belly, young lady. I don’t care what you’re saying. I want hourly reports on your wellbeing.”
“Or you can put cameras in my house to check me without having to call all the time.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I checked. It seems I’m not allowed to do that. Something about violation of your rights and shit.”
“Jesus, you’re a menace.”
“Thanks! You didn’t mention me insinuating the baby is a girl.”
I laugh. “Well, I guessed yours correctly so I’ll humor you. I’m not keeping it a secret anyway. We’ll know when I reach my twentieth week.”
“You have an appointment for a sonogram tomorrow, right? You want me to come?”
“Yeah but no. I can go alone. I know Dean is working tomorrow and you can’t exactly bring my godson without him raising hell.”
“Tell me about it,” she says with a groan. “But I can think of something if you want me with you.”
My doorbell rings. “Seriously?” I yell at her.
“What? I was just saying it’s okay if you want me with you.”
I stomp towards the door. “Layla, I’m serious. If I pull that door open and it’s you, I’m going to—”
I pull the door open and freeze.
“What door? I’m not at your door. Is someone there?”
“Damon…” I whisper as I lock my eyes with the grayish-green depths of his.
And then everything turns black.
I come to my senses slowly and blink my eyes open. Am I dreaming? How is it possibly Damon is really here? Is it really him? He has shaved, only a two-day’s worth of stubble is covering his jaw but there’s no mistaking those beautiful eyes that are anxiously scanning my face. It has to be him. Either that or it’s the most vivid fantasy I’ve ever had.
“Damon?” I croak.
“Cassandra,” he whispers and I realize my heart is beating frantically. It really is him. This is real.
I sit up as if there were springs under my back and loop my arms around his neck. “Oh my God, you’re really here.” Tears fill my eyes and fall on my cheeks rapidly but for the first time in months they are tears of joy.
He brings his own arms up and wraps them around me, smoothing his hands over my back in soothing circles. “I really am, baby. I really am.” There’s a tremble in his voice, a hesitance I’ve never heard before and I pull back to look at him.
My God, he’s so gorgeous. I feel like my memory of him was all wrong now that I see him again. I run my hands over his stubble, feeling the prickly hair scratching my palms and bringing goose bumps all over my body. My fingertips trace every inch of his face, from his cheekbones down to his chin, across his jawline and up his dark eyebrows and his forehead. His eyes drift closed and he is breathing hard.
“How?” I whisper and his eyes pop open. “How are you here?”
His hands leave my back and come up to cup my face. “Are you really asking me that?” He runs his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping away the loose tears. “For you, Cassandra. For you.”
A sob escapes me and then his mouth is on mine and I’m opening for him with a loud sigh. Or maybe it’s a moan, I don’t really know. I don’t because I’m feeling everything at once. His tongue thrusting in my mouth, his lips bruising mine, his hands gripping me tightly. His teeth scraping my lips and his strong body pressing into me as he pushes me to the couch and I’m so overwhelmed I want to cry out. But I can’t because I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to stop so I moan into his mouth, demanding more.
He groans and pushes me back. His hands move from my face and come to the belt of my bathrobe and tug. I feel the cool air grazing my skin and then I lose his mouth as he starts trailing kisses down my chin, my neck, my chest. His mouth latches onto one of my nipples and I finally cry out as I arch my back to seek more. He runs his tongue over my other nipple and then he’s moving lower and lower until his mouth founds my sensitive nub and scrapes it with his teeth.
I explode. I scream his name as I climax, the most wonderful sensation I’ve felt in months. I’m floating up with the clouds and ripples of ecstasy are smacking my body again and again until I fall limply back down to earth. Rustle of clothes, a zipper sliding down and then he’s pushing inside me and I whimper. God, I’m so full. So perfect right now. Please don’t let it end.
“Fuck, Cassandra,” he grits out before bringing his lips to rest on mine. “Fuck, baby, you feel so amazing. So tight.” He starts thrusting hard in small movements but then jerks to a stop and I can tell he’s holding back. I can tell by the way he’s clenching his teeth and holding his eyes tightly closed. I can tell by the sweat trickling down his temple. I can tell by the way his hand is gripping the edge of the couch next to my hip.
I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist, lifting my hips up slightly and he hisses in a breath.
“Stop, baby, stop. Please give me a second.”
“No,” I whisper as I use my arms around his neck to lift the upper part of my body and kiss him. “I want you now. I want all of you. Let go.”
His control snaps right in front of my eyes and his eyes open to lock with mine. He’s holding my gaze as his thrusts turn faster and harder, building the tension inside me fast. When he throws his head back and roars as he comes, I’m hit with a second orgasm, smaller in duration but equally strong as the first one. He falls on me and I feel his hard chest moving rapidly with his exerted breathing as my hands move softly over his back.
When our breathing is once again calmer and he lifts off me, I’m surprised to see his eyes rimmed with red. My stomach clenches at the thought that I may have gotten this all wrong. Maybe he’s not here to stay. Maybe he’s not here to be with me.
He brings his lips to mine and runs his fingertips down the side of my face. “I shouldn’t have lost control. I came to talk and I…” He suddenly pushes up further, dislodging himself from my body and his face takes a pained expression. I’m feeling so empty all of a sudden and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me. “Are you okay? Are you cold?”
I shake my head and grab the edges of my bathrobe, covering my body. “No. Not cold. And don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing. I was the one to…” I gesture between us as I trail off. Did I initiate things? Or did he? I honestly can’t remember. I clear my throat. “When… How long have you been in DC?”
He tucks himself in his pants and sits properly on the other end of the couch as I sit up and redo the tie of my bathrobe. “Less than a day.” He clears his throat and looks down at his hands. “My flight landed at noon. I went by my old house – my brother’s house now – first.”
I look up at him in surprise. “You went there on your own?”
His lips tilt up at the corners in a small smirk. “I wasn’t exactly going to war, baby. I was just facing my past.”
I smile and feel my insides soften a bit. He called me baby. That must mean something, right? “Still. I would have come with you if you wanted me to. For moral support.”
His head comes up and he looks at me. “You would have?”
I blink in confusion and frown a little. “Of course I would have. Why would you even ask that?”
He searches my face intently. “Why, Cassandra? Why would you have come?” There’s something in his eyes that’s pleading with me. What am I supposed to answer? What does he want me to say?
Suddenly putting my heart on the line again doesn’t seem very appealing. If he’d asked while he was inside me I would have told him the truth. That my heart is his and it will always be his. That there is a part of him growing inside me that binds me to him forever. But in this moment I can’t say it. I can’t face the hurt that will inevitably come with such a statement.
I remove my gaze from his and look at my bare toes. “No matter what has happened, Damon, you know I’ll always support you. We’re f—”
“Don’t say that,” he says roughly and then he’s squatting in front of me, tilting my head back with a hand under my chin so he can look in my eyes. “Don’t say it’s because we’re friends. Tell me the truth.”
My pulse kicks up and I blink incessantly, trying to avoid his gaze. Why is he doing this to me? “That’s the truth,” I say weakly and I don’t even convince myself.
He exhales in a short laugh and grabs my face in his hands. His lips meet mine in small kisses that I feel like they’re unwrapping me for him, opening up every last piece of me and offering up my soul. “I love you, Cassandra,” he mumbles and I feel my heart explode. “I’m in love with you, baby. Please tell me the truth.”
A strangled sound escapes my lips, something between a sob and a laugh. “God, Damon. I love you. I love you with all my heart.”
He laughs and I laugh and then we’re kissing and I’m crying and it’s the most perfectly amazing moment of my life. This is really happening. He is really
here
and he
loves
me. Is it possible that if you wish for something enough times it will eventually come true? Because I’ve wished for this again and again, every day and every night since the day I left the cabin.
Before I know it, I launch myself at him and he falls back on the floor. But he’s laughing and wrapping his arms around me, pulling me down as I straddle him and pepper his face with tiny little kisses. I can feel him getting hard as I press against him and in return I’m getting wet too. I flick my tongue against his lips before nipping lightly and then repeating.
“Baby, stop, stop,” he says with effort as he grabs my face. “You’re soaking my pants, baby and if you don’t stop I’m going to fuck you again.”
I’m a little embarrassed because I am, in fact, soaking the fly of his pants but it really isn’t my fault and I don’t care enough to stop. “Then fuck me, Damon. I’ve missed you so much I can’t think straight.”
“God, Cassandra,” he groans. “I want you too, baby. But I want to talk first.”
I lift up enough to look in his eyes without squinting. “Are you leaving again?”
His eyes sparkle and he grabs my hips tightly. “No. Never.”
“Then we can talk later,” I say as I lean forward to kiss him again. “Now you need to fuck me.”
With another growl, he rolls us in a single move so he’s on top of me. “Wrap your legs around me,” he commands and I do so immediately, wrapping my arms around his neck as well and starting kissing him anywhere I can reach. His jaw, his chin, his lips.
He lifts up and I’m attached to him like a deranged monkey. His hands grip my ass as I’m grinding myself on his erection that’s now straining his pants.
“Fuck, baby. Tell me where your bedroom is.”
“Last door on the left,” I say and then I take his mouth into a kiss that has him stumbling against the walls as he’s trying to get us to my bedroom.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he mumbles but doesn’t break the kiss.
We finally reach my bedroom and he drops me on my bed with him falling over me. He doesn’t crush me though but manages to somehow support his weight on his arms. He unties my bathrobe once again and starts pushing it down my shoulders but this time I’m not idly waiting for him. I fist the hem of his shirt and pull hard. I’m frantic with need for him. I feel like if I have to wait another moment I might go insane.
He pulls back enough to tug his shirt over his head and I start pulling at the button on his fly. My fingers are shaking with arousal and I can’t freaking manage. I whine in frustration and he brings his hands down to still mine.
“Easy, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I need you
now
,” I all but cry out. My very own skin feels like it’s been set into flames.
A low growl rises from his throat and he moves as if he’s suddenly on fire too. His fly comes undone while he kicks his shoes off and then his pulling those down too, along with his socks. When he grabs the band of his boxer briefs, I whimper and then moan when his hard cock is revealed to me. It jerks under my scrutiny and he groans before attacking me.
“I’m going to feast on your body, Cassandra. I’m going to eat you up until you’re begging me to stop. Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” I say breathlessly. My body arches clear off the bed just by the sound of his voice. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Before I can register him moving, he is kneeling in front of me and his mouth is on me. I cry out at the first contact and feel my whole body starting to tremble as I’m nearing the edge with just that single touch. When he runs his tongue over my folds and flicks the tip of it over my clit, I come apart with a hoarse cry.
He growls against me and the vibrations drag out my pleasure, causing more waves to crush into me. “Yes, baby. Let your body tell me how much you missed me.”
Tears start running from my eyes at his words. “So much,” I whisper. “I missed you so much. Please, Damon. I need you inside me.”
“Already, baby? You’re begging me already?” he crawls up my body, licking my navel, the underside of my breasts and sucking a nipple in his mouth. When I cry out again as I feel the shards of pleasure starting to rapidly gather once more, he hums with approval. “So responsive,” he mumbles moving to the other nipple. “So beautiful and sensitive.”