She laid on the bed as he moved around the room. There were a million things she wanted to say, but he'd laid her down and told her to hush the minute she started asking questions. There was nothing left to do but watch him walk around the room, lighting candles. She'd pulled his shirt from him as he kissed her before getting up, which left the view from her vantage point beyond spectacular. Thick muscles bunched up as he reached up to pull the curtains closed. His arms and back were beautifully sculpted, as was his chest and stomach.

He glanced over his shoulder and gave her a sexy smile. "What are you thinking, Beth?"

"I was wondering what kind of pasta we were going to make." She tried hard not to smile in the middle of her fib, but much like her mother always warned her, the devil made you smile each time you lied.

"Oh yeah?" He turned around and unbuttoned his slacks, pushing them over his hips and letting them fall to the ground. The sexy bastard didn't have on underwear, which was less than surprising.

Her eyes moved down his body, coveting every part of him. He was well endowed and as naughty as it was, one of the things she would have missed about him was the way he forced her to take all of him, regardless of whether she thought herself capable of doing it. It was exhilarating.

"Your nipples budding so tightly against your dress tell a different story." He reached down and stroked himself as he walked toward the bed.

"What story do they tell?" She moved to her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed as excitement raced through her center and played with the most sensitive parts of her body.

He stopped in front of her and reached out, brushing his fingers over the tops of her shoulders and down her arms. Chill bumps ran rampant on her exposed skin. He took his time, touching her everywhere as he reached for the bottom of her dress. He pulled it over her head and took a deep breath. "Wow. So fucking beautiful."

"You're avoiding answering me. Why?" She slid her hands up his strong chest and cupped his neck. She couldn't help but revel in the softness of his skin and the way his muscles clenched under her feather-light touch.

"You already know the answer to that question, you bad girl." He leaned in, wrapping his arms around her and undid her bra before leaning over to worship her breasts one at a time. The tenderness in his touch was almost surprising after her request for him to unleash every bit of himself all over her. Maybe he wasn't capable of separating the lust and love anymore. The thought caused her heart to flutter as gratefulness rolled over her.

"Thank you," she whispered and kissed the side of his face as he rolled his tongue around her nipple and pulled it deep into his mouth, flicking it hard a few times.

She groaned and ran her fingers through his hair as he pulled back and glanced up. "For what, baby?"

"For giving us another chance." She pulled him down for a long kiss, giving herself over to him and trying like hell to push as much passion into the kiss as she could.

He nipped at her lips and stood back up as he pressed the back of his fingers against her stomach.

"You have nothing to thank me for, Beth. Both of us made mistakes and misunderstood the other. I should have been more open with you. This is as much my fault as anyone's." He glanced down where his hand rested and smiled. "Tell me you’re wet for me."

She nodded. "I always am when you're around. I hated myself for it when we weren't getting along, but it didn't matter how I felt. You've captured my body in a way I can't begin to explain."

"Then don't try to." He slid his fingers into the top of her panties and forced them down until he brushed through her wetness. He licked his lips and lifted his gaze to hers. "Lay back. I wanna clean that up for you."

"Damon, let's do that later. I want-"

"Good. You'll get anything you want, but I'm a greedy bastard, and I haven't stopped thinking about tasting you." He pushed softly at her shoulder. "Lay back and let me taste you."

She moved back and laid down as a shiver ran down her spine.

He reached up and pulled her panties slowly down her legs as his eyes dragged across her. The way he watched her left her without a doubt in her mind that he planned on taking his time and forcing her to remember that if nothing else, they had this. This burning passion that left her insides fuming, her inhibitions lost to his demands.

"I want to touch every part of you." He ran his hand up her stomach, between her breasts and gripped the base of her throat lightly. "There’s a huge part of me that wants to hear you scream, to feel you cry out for more and more of me. Does that girl exist anymore?"

"Yes," she whispered roughly and bent her knees, rubbing them along his sides as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to the soft skin just below her breasts. "I want all of that with you."

"Good girl." He brushed his nose down her stomach and pressed his mouth to her mound, flicking his tongue over her clit as she cried out and arched her back. The intensity of having him between her legs again was almost too much. He was so much more than she'd ever expected to end up with, but after having him and losing him again, she was ready to pony up, to put up anything it would take for him to feel as if he'd met his match.

She sunk her fingers into his hair and let her knees fall to the side, rolling her hips as he took his time lapping at her soft skin. He groaned and sunk two fingers deep inside her as she worked herself against them.

"Harder," she murmured and extended her hands toward the top of the bed to grab a pillow. She wanted to see him better, to watch him enjoy himself in the ways that only he could.

"So demanding." He brushed his lips down her sex and glanced up at her before sucking her skin back into his mouth. "Just tell me what you want if I don't give it to you. I don't want to leave you wanting for anything."

She nodded and rolled her hips again as the delicious burn of orgasm resurrected in her stomach. There is no way in hell she could be with someone else after being with Damon. No one would love her the way he did.

"I'm so close," she groaned and gripped the sheets as he mumbled across her skin and worked her harder. The cry that left her almost frightened her. It was needy and filled with angst.

"More." He groaned and licked at her as his eyes moved up to lock onto hers. The sexy look on his face combined with the soft press of his tongue and wicked hard pumping of his fingers caused her to buckle as she came again.

She rode the high as he continued to stoke it. "No more." She pushed at his shoulder with her foot and rolled over onto her stomach, squeezing her legs together and pressing her face to the cold sheets as she panted for air.

"So fucking hot, Beth." He slid his hand up the back of her thighs and squeezed before crawling up on the bed with her. "I want you to ride me tonight." He pressed himself down on top of her and leaned down to kiss her neck and the back of her shoulders. "Can you do that for me, baby?"

"Anything you want." She forced herself to calm down a little. Her heart was racing so fast that it felt like it was trying to break free from her chest.

"Good. I want to see you enjoy yourself." He moved off of her and laid on his back, reaching for her as she moved up to her hands and knees.

"I'm sorry about being a bitch the last time we-"

"No." He lifted his finger toward her and pressed it to her lips. "No more apologies tonight, baby. I was a cock to think that sex would fix everything. It makes me feel whole and complete when we make love, but that doesn't mean you feel the same."

She moved toward him and straddled his waist. The thick press of his erection against her sensitive skin felt good. Too good. She arched her back and rubbed herself along his shaft as he reached up and gripped her sides just above her hips. She wanted to apologize again, but she was just incredibly sensitive to making things work this time around.

"Do you have a condom?" She pressed her hands into his thick chest and rocked against him. A whimper slipped from her lips as he lifted her a little and thrust, pressing himself into her a little as she cried out.

"No. We don't need one. You and I are going to start a family when you're ready. If it's tonight, so be it." He slid one hand up her side until he gripped the side of her throat. "Press back and take my dick, Beth. It's all yours. Every inch of it belongs to you."

The sound of his voice accompanied with his wicked words left her body opening up quicker than she thought possible. She pressed back and lifted her chin toward the ceiling as stars danced around the edge of her vision.

"I love it so much." She bounced on him a little as he helped set the rhythm by moving her hips.

"Good, baby." He sat up and wrapped his arms around her as she gripped his shoulders and let every ounce of emotion from the last few weeks pour into their sex. "Let go with me. Forget about everything but us, Beth. It's just you and me, and I want your pleasure more than my next breath."

She whimpered again and lifted up before impaling herself with his thickness over and over. The sweet press of his mouth against the top of her breasts only added to the feeling of him holding her as if he might lose her again.

"I'm tired," she murmured.

"I bet. It's been a long day." He picked her up and rolled them over, pressing her to the bed beneath him. "Just hold on to me and let me take care of you. I'm so proud of how strong you were today."

"You are?" She wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his back as he rolled his hips, massaging her as he worked himself deep inside of her.

"So much, baby." He licked the side of her neck and pressed his mouth against her ear. "Come for me again. I want to feel your body contracting around me. Lose yourself in me."

"I want to." She glanced up and locked gazes with him. The love she found in his expression was overwhelming. To have almost lost him left her emotionally bent over. "Don't leave me."

He brushed her hair back and pressed his chest to hers as he rocked against her, forcing her to open her legs wider for him.

"Never. Not in a million years. You're stuck, baby." He brushed his lips by hers before kissing her with a need that caused her heart to heal. She held on to him with all she had in her as he continued to make love to her throughout the night. The sound of him losing himself more than once left her yearning for the chance to hear it again.

He dropped back on the bed a few hours later, and she crawled back onto his lap, her back to him. "One more time."

"Fuck." He gripped the top curve of her ass and lifted his hips, impaling her again. "Do whatever you want, Beth. Anything."

"I want you to come for me again." She glanced back as his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Then make it happen, lover." He ran his fingers down her lower back and smiled. "I know you can."

"Oh yeah. I know I can too." She pulled from her last bit of energy and pressed her hands to his thick thighs as she removed any concern about how she looked or what he might think. He was confident in bed and deserved a woman that was too. She could be that woman, no, she wanted to, and she would.