Damon's P.O.V
Will's eyes meet mine, lush with the emotions which were surging between us, uncontrolled and demanding. Her eyes dart across viciously at mine before she lets her hand slip around my neck, tugging me down just as she pushed herself up, bringing her lips crashing against mine.
Electricity rockets through me, making me tremble against Will as she releases a small whimper of satisfaction, the sound making my mind blank with nothing but need lurching through me. Our lips hold one another, moving slowly as our bodies adjusted to the new action. I let an arm slip around the small of her back, bringing her closer to me and she gives in effortlessly, arching against my hold as both of her hands bracket my face in her hold.
She moves first, lips pushing harder against mine as her fingers held me close. I return her pressure with my own, letting her lips mold against mine as everything inside of me ignited like forgotten fireworks. My heart racing in beat against her as we let ourselves have what we wanted for so long, but never permitted. Sparks ripple through me as Will pushes up further on her toes, trying to find more as I pulled her closer needing much more.
Will's hands relax their hold on my face, she lets them fall away, letting our lips move without direction. Instead, they take position around my neck, her feet settling down as we kissed slowly and in sync with another, our bond strengthening with every passing second.
I press forward, and Will slips back, allowing me to back her up until her back met her door. Another soft whimper pushes past her lips while a deep moan escaped my own, every muscle in my body tight and greedy for my mate. Will finally parts her lips and I don't waste a moment, taking her invitation with complete gratification.
She tasted sweet, just like all other things about her, her taste sweet like honey that matched her scent in name. It made me moan again at the sheer delight it caused me. I needed more of it, knew I could no longer live without it. Our tongues caress gently, small, precious whimpers escaping Will as she pressed herself closer to me as if trying to merge us together.
I push into her and take more of her, taking all her was willing to give and enjoyed every second of it unabashedly. And Will gave, she gave and gave and gave. Reaction to every touch and caress with more, her confidence growing as she demanded more from me, knowing I'd give her anything her heart desired. Yet she was still soft with her needs, she wasn't rough or heated, she was slow and preserved it, teaching me to do the same. Teaching me to appreciate the pleasure that came with preserving this moment.
A moment I would remember forever.
When our lips finally pull apart, Will desperate for air, I can't help but press light, quick kisses to her. The action making her giggle in the best way as she pressed a gentle hand to my chest to tell me to stop. I listen and rest my forehead to her, panting slightly as she did. My body still jolted by the force of her, the entire scene leaving electricity running through me with a need for more.
I look at Will, smiling the moment I catch a smile already waiting on her lips. She pulls back enough to look me in the eyes, her now a little gentler than before, their sharpened edges softening as she looked at me.
She leaned in and kissed me again, I sunk into her and smiled happily at the feel of having a happy, willing mate in my arms. Someone that was all mine and enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed them.
Someone that could possibly love me as much as I would love them.
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Wilona's P.O.V
I extend my limbs outwards under the confines of my heavy sheets, releasing a groan of satisfaction at the glorious feeling of my body stretching in all the best ways. I spread out like a starfish before flipping from my back onto my stomach with a thump.
Circling my small pillow with my arms, I squeeze it tight as I bury my face into it with a large smile plastered onto my face. Cherished memories of the night I'd spent with Damon swirling around in my head, making me fully awake and as my legs did a happy dance beneath me.
Never before has someone treated me the way Damon does, as if I were something valuable, a worth I think only he saw. I smile easily in memory of the evening we spent together, one made magical because of Damon. He chose the perfect place, somewhere suited for my horrible needs, pleased my tastebuds and made it beautiful with his presence.
He was attentive, funny and even silly some times, but that just mixed together with everything else about him to create the gem of a man that he was.
Damon is an extraordinary person. One misplaced in a world so cruel and viperous as this one. It made me coil with the need to protect him, to keep him safe and surrounded in a bubble of kindness that'd keep the best parts of him safe forever.
But I was running ahead of myself. I could barely take care of myself, I couldn't take care of him too. Besides, things were still fresh, still so new that I didn't know where we stood. I may be tending rapidly growing feelings towards him but it didn't mean he was doing the same. Didn't mean he felt the same way for me as I did for him.
He was just so...
A muffled groan escapes me at the ghostly reminder of the feeling of his lips against mine. God, that kiss was fucking perfect. It was all need and passion, sweet and soft, forming all the right things I wanted for so damn long to that I fell apart against him. Melting in his embrace without a spec of unwanted resistance and he swept me away with his attention like if he...
Damon was special, not me.
I groan again, feeling angry at myself for still obsessing about a kiss that happened two nights ago. A kiss that lasted for what felt like hours, it could've been for all I knew, I barely remembered separating from him to even get inside my apartment. Every time one of us tried to stop, the other would start it all over again and God knows I have no self-control to have stopped it.
Then the next day it was work and I didn't run into Damon, no matter how slow I walked through our hallway. I couldn't even look forward to dinner because it was Wednesday and we didn't eat together on Wednesdays, Damon said he had to run on Wednesday. He was not home when I came from work and I didn't hear his door shut before I went to sleep, so there was no time to squeeze in a visit.
But today was my day off and I hoped to everything living and willing that we could spend even a few minutes together, just a few. We didn't have to even kiss again, I'd be happy with only seeing him again and talking to him.
Being around him made everything easier.
I knew it was foolish, but I couldn't help the way my heart hammered for him or the way my lips refused to offer anything other than smiles when he was around. Couldn't help wanting to be close to him, to be with him and there for him, in a manner he was always there for me.
I tumble around, much like my scrambled thoughts, before finally pulling myself to my feet. I complete my usual routine without trouble, taking Sassy out, feeding her and showering. I dry my hair to the best of my ability, dressing in sweatpants and a loosely hung shirt that dipped down my left shoulder.
I look around my cabinets and fridge, making sure I had enough for two before getting to work. It takes me a while, but I manage to pull together eggs, waffles, some fruits, sausages and one glass of juice. I set my little breakfast table up for two, making sure everything was perfect before I used my balls and headed next door.
My door opens the moment Damon's does, bringing us face to face with our hands on our individual knobs.
I straighten up when I see him, picking my mouth up from the floor at the same time as I grip my knob. My heart begins running a fucking marathon for me to get to him, but I hold myself in place, I didn't need to scare him away with my overeagerness. I offer Damon a smile, hating the way it wobbled a little out of nerves as well as happiness, hating and loving the way having him in front me made me so weak.