Be Careful When You Bite Me

Even though it was too blurry for him to see my naked body, I couldn't help but blush. I turned off the water. 

"Hi," I greeted. 

"I'm sorry," he began, " you've just been here a while, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

I glanced up at the clock that was above the door. It was a little after 4 am which meant that I had been in the shower for over half an hour. Damon turned to walk away.

"Wait," I said. My hands reached for the water knob, getting ready to turn it back on, "Can you...can you join me?"

him into the shower with me. After today, I guess I needed a little bit of comfort. It was traumatic and stressful and incredibly draining fearing for Damon's life. It was also intimidating that I feared for him more than I even cared for

to even out and I wondered if this was truly the best feeling in the world. To be held like this by him felt like a gift that I didn't deserve. I let the moment wash away my fears. I didn't want him to ever let go of me. My sadness and misery drifted away almost as if his embrace was bliss and magic. We stayed in that position for what felt like

mine could lift me off of my feet if I let it. The kiss grew deeper and deeper and each time, I felt as if I wasn't close enough. I need more of him and I wanted it closer. I urged and craved for his hands to explore every part of my skin. He pressed my naked body against the wet shower glass. His hands grabbed both of mines and placed them above my head, locking them in place. I couldn't move even if I tried, not that I ever want to. I felt his body, nude and wet, hard like bricks push against mine, his tongue played passionate games with mine. I felt his teeth lightly nip at my lower lip, grazing down the side of my cheek, biting lightly against my jawline, making their way down to my neck. I moaned out loud and struggled to get out of his grip but he held me tighter. His lips teased my nape, his tongue stroking my skin in ways that drove me completely insane, making me squirm even harder in his grip. I felt the increasing hardness of his groin began to press against my abdomen. My moans came off as whimpers now as he began to kiss me lower and lower. When his tongue was at my stomach, the feeling was almost unbearable. Pleasure combined with pulsating lust held my body and mind completely captive. I was aroused beyond thinking and the feeling of Damon's skin on mine was beginning to feel as if I were high. It was impossible not to writhe with the way he was making me feel. Damon let go of both my hands as he kneeled further down. The water from the shower continued to drain the both of us. I moved the wet hair from my face and screamed out loud when I felt Damon's tongue slithered over my intimate area. I dug my fingers into his soaked hair in an attempt to push him back but he was no match for my hands. He kissed the inside of my thighs, driving me wild with desire. I looked down at him and gasped out loud as he reached the middle. He looked up at my face, meeting my eyes as he dined on me as if I was the best thing he's ever tasted. The feeling grew more intense by the second and I found myself on the sudden verge of a climax. I didn't know how to go about approaching the pleasure. I tried to stifle the orgasm

out. I couldn't handle it anymore. He did as I said and placed gentle kisses up my abdomen making his way back up to my lips. When we were finally face to face

he breathed out, blinking as the droplets of water escaped from his hair strands landing on his face,"

I knew what I wanted to say. I knew what

me," I breathed out, my heart still thudding loudly against my

change his mind if I didn't tempt him some more. I trailed my finger down playing with my breast. I kept my eyes leveled with his and pressed my knee up against his groin. It immediately responded, shifting in size. I licked my lips