Sarah woke up with her skin lubricated with sweat and the space between her legs paved with heat. She could hardly move at will and her whole body felt weak to the point where she could barely keep her eyelids from drooping. There was also this inexplicable feeling in the pit of her stomach… an unbearable desire for something, something that she had never craved for so desperately before.
She was unmistakably inexperienced in so many ways that it was almost embarrassing and everything about her screamed innocent, but she wasn’t a complete idiot, she knew a few things. Yes, she was clueless when it came to certain aspects of life, however, at the moment she knew exactly what was going on with her body… She was aroused, very aroused to the point where it was slowly becoming painful.
But even after knowing that, there were still some things about her situation that she just couldn’t understand no matter how hard she tried to. She knew that men woke up with their thingy erected but women? Nah, that didn’t happen.
So then, why did she suddenly wake up feeling this way for no apparent reason? And how exactly did she get on the bed?
There were only bits and pieces of her memories that she could remember, everything else was pure black. After all that crazy talk last night about Damon’s wolf and stuff –which she totally didn’t understand–, she remembered that Damon had said something that wasn’t really clear to her and then he had bit her neck before she could even realize that he moved. What happened afterwards, was mostly erased from her memory.
Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t understand why on earth Damon would have bitten her. The first thing she thought, was that he was going for the kill, but then after a whole lot of thinking, she ruled out that possibility. If his aim was actually to kill her, then he would’ve attempted again after realizing that he failed, right? Why would he go through the trouble of carrying her over to the bed?
Also, from what she remembered, he said something about ‘marking what’s his’. Sarah had no idea what that meant but she assumed that it had something to do with him biting her.
But even if the ‘mark’ thing explained why he had bitten her, what could explain why she felt this way right now? Could he have done something to her, something that made her this way… something intimate? Sarah shivered at the thought. Perhaps she was supposed to feel repulsed by the thought, but unfortunately, she felt no such way. Instead, she could feel her insides twist and turn at the thought… in a very delectable way.
Sarah’s eyebrows drew closer together and her fingers clenched down into the maroon sheets as the heat in her body rose to great heights and her new desires overwhelmed her being until it pained her immensely.
How could one’s desire come so suddenly? How could she of all persons feel such despicable things? And most importantly, why for some reason did she suddenly feel so under-the-weather without Damon’s presence? Why did she crave for him?
Sarah groaned as her teeth bit down hard on her bottom lip. Her hands were weak and her legs felt like jelly but she managed to forced herself up anyway and slipped off the bed. Even though she could see herself falling on the face later on, she still limped over to the mirror on the left side of the dresser. Damon was nowhere to be seen, so this was her best chance to examine what exactly he had done to her last night.
Without taking notice of the paleness of her skin and the bags under her eyes, she brought her body closer to the mirror and bared her neck, her eyes zooming in on the two small puncture holes in her skin. The spot surrounding the bite marks was red as well as two other small spots at the crook of her neck. It was confirmed. Damon did bite her last night. And despite the clear evidence of him sucking on her skin, she strongly denied that he would’ve done something so explicit… especially since it was with her.
With furrowed eyebrows, she navigated her fingers towards the bite mark and encircled it softly with the tip. There was a stinging sensation there, but there was also that same tingling she always felt whenever she and Damon had physical contact. At first, the tingle only stayed stagnant on the bite mark she had touched, then it spiralled over her skin and travelled right down to her crouch, making her curl her toes from the unyielding pleasure.
Upon feeling that stroke of pleasure, a soft mewl slipped pass her lips and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Sarah quickly dropped her hand to her side. Soon, her knees gave out completely and she tumbled to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Her face was probably flushed with red right now and she probably looked just as aroused as she felt, but she didn’t know what was happening to her. And there was a good chance that this had something to do with their mate bond. What she needed to do right now, was to find Damon. It was the only thing she could think of because as far as she knew, no one else is on the premises. Hopefully, he could get rid of this yearning inside her and make things go back to normal.
Sarah tried to stand but she immediately lowered herself back to the floor and cursed under her breath. She wanted to get up and hunt through the mansion for any sign of Damon but she could hardly move without unintentionally stimulating herself. Every move she made brought desires to her core, desires that never came so easily before.
Sarah drew her feet up to her chest. Now that she was in this position, the only thing she could do was to sit and wait until Damon came into the room…. hopefully, that’d be very soon.
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“Are you sure?”
Sarah’s half-lidded eyes directed towards the door when she heard Damon’s voice as well as the sound of two pairs of footsteps ascending the stairs. For some reason, his tone held a lot of surprise rather than the usual icy one.
“Yeah, I’m sure. They didn’t attack from the south and they didn’t even send anyone to scout the area either. They must still think its overrode with werewolves and hunters.”
That was Jason’s voice, she was sure of it.
“Yeah, feel the guilt Damon. Not only did you accuse that poor girl of doing something she had no idea about, but you’ve also marked her without knowing what kind of effects it would have on her. Now, she’s been out for two days… TWO DAYS!” A sharp smacking sound was heard. “Are you stupid? She’s not like us werewolves, Damon. She’s human. You should’ve known that your mate bond would definitely be different from the norm!”
It was quiet for a moment before Damon jumped in to defend himself. “It’s not like I was the one who marked her… well not entirely! I just–I just…”
“D-Damon?” Sarah whimpered. She hardly heard what they were saying and she didn’t even bother to guess what they talked about. None of that mattered right now. The only thing she needed was to get rid of this feeling that was ravaging her in a way that was painful yet sensuous.
A few seconds after her soft call, the footsteps quickened against the stairs and before long, Damon came bursting into the room with his nose flared as he sniffed the air and his eyes shifting between hazel and golden repeatedly. Sarah didn’t shuffle back into her little corner when she saw him. She wanted to, yes. But her body was no longer in her control, she was now under the compete control of her desires. And without thinking, she eased herself unto her hands and knees and creeped towards him, her half-lidded eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
At the sound of her body moving against the floor, Damon’s eyes immediately snapped over in her direction. Sarah didn’t need him to tell her anything. His eyes alone told her that he too was overrode with desire. And yet, she still didn’t care one bit.
“P-please help m-me, Damon.”