HUNTED

"Hmmm, why are you thinking of another man in my arms?" His kisses led to nipping her shoulder. "I'm right here."

Aila sighed; the seer was an old man. She then yelped as he picked her up suddenly and looked down at his features, finding herself melting from his dazzling smile. Her mind went blank from any worries as their lips crashed into each other, her hands gripping his face while her legs wrapped around his back. He sucked on her lower lip, and his tongue gained entrance to her mouth, instantly intertwining with hers. Aila's hands threaded through to his chin-length hair.

Heat spread through her body as she clung to him. Her eyes snapped open after realising the vibrations through their bodies were from him, carrying her away from the library area. Aila glanced around and instantly hid her face in Damon's neck at being seen by Gabriel. The vampire stopped mid-step on the stairs; his face darkened, but he seemed to recover and smirked at her. Damon chuckled at her sudden shyness, but it didn't stop him from squeezing her ass.

Aila gasped and swatted him playfully as she watched the doors to their bedroom close behind Damon. She was gently placed on the bed; Aila didn't let him go as he crouched over her and met her lips once more. She sighed and bit her lip as Damon pulled away and stripped off his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. Her hand went to reach for him, caressing the ridges of his abdominal muscles up to his chest as he leaned closer to her.

Aila gasped at the sudden ripping sound of clothes and the cool air touching her skin. Her cami top ripped in two, revealing her lacy black bra underneath. Damon's eyes trailed down the length of her, hungrily taking her in like she was the only one in the world he could see.

"Because you are the only one in the world I see," Damon whispered, leaning on the bed with his forearm while he caressed her cheek. Aila's hands slid from his chest and into his hair as she stared into his striking silver orbs. Damon kissed her sweetly on the lips; their tongues collided briefly before he pulled back and trailing kisses down her neck. She tensed slightly as he made it to her collarbone.

"Remember, Aila," He whispered and looked up at her, his hair brushing her skin. He caressed the crescent mark he left on her, sending a delightful shiver down her body. His lips then met her skin, and she gasped as heat pooled into her core at such a featherlight kiss to her mark. "This is a sign of our love. You are mine, and I am yours. The scar below will not tarnish that."

Aila wettened her lips, her body relaxing under his touch once more. She couldn't help it. Whenever he was near that damned scar, she would tense up, reminded of that foul man.

A sharp pain shot through her suddenly, and she felt her body becoming light as a fluttery feeling passed through her. Damon's canines were in her mark as his hand began to caress the side of her body, leaving behind goosebumps in their wake. Her breath left her lungs as he removed his canines from her and licked away the tiny pool of blood on her mark. She was blissfully aware that he was kissing away her pains.

Damon had been so gentle and sweet over the past few days, and today was no different. Even with their passion for devouring each other, he was still taking care of her first. Damon continued to trail kisses down her body as his hands worked on her jeans and pulled them off along with her boots. He pulled his own jeans and boxers away, his hardened length springing free, ready and looking delicious in Aila's eyes.

She giggled at her clothes still intact on the floor. "You didn't fancy ripping those ones apart?"

Damon smirked as he crawled back up on the bed and rested his chin on her stomach, making her bite her lip at how sensuous he looked right there. His hands caressed her inner thighs, and he kissed her over her lacy underwear. "You only have one pair left.." He replied huskily and chuckled at her shocked expression.

"What!? How.." Aila trailed off and glanced at the ripped material by her sides. He had been gentle but not patient enough to take clothes off her like a normal person. But she couldn't complain, she found him sexier doing it, at least they were rich to keep buying clothes. They would just need to calm down from now on; it was a waste of material, and-

Damon pulled her underwear away; his eyes stayed on her the whole time, glowing as if to warn her that her thoughts should only be on him.

"Well, isn't he being nosy today.." Malia remarked drily. Damon smirked in response, buried his face between her legs without warning, and used his tongue to lick her folds. Aila gasped and moaned as she watched him skillfully, making her wet from his tongue and watching the deviousness behind his gaze that was locked with hers.

Aila felt her core tighten and her hands claw at Damon's shoulders. He pulled away and licked his lips, still hovering above her, "What do you want, Aila?" He teased her as his gaze gleamed in mischievousness.

"I want you.." She sighed dreamily as her body began to melt again. Her nerves were on edge with an electricity that only he could awaken inside of her. She wanted him in her, claim her as his, like he did every day and night.

"Not that I'm complaining.. But do all couples do it as much as us?"

Damon thrust inside of her entrance without any warning, interrupting Malia's question. Aila moaned at the delightful intrusion and clung onto Damon's back with her hands. He kept his body low to hers as though he didn't want any part of their bodies unattended by each other's skin. He slowly slid his length in deeper until there was no more space between them.

Aila sucked in a sharp breath; he was so big it was hard sometimes to deal with. Again, she definitely wasn't complaining. She released her breath as he slowly pulled back his hips; their faces were inches apart, staring into each other's eyes as he began to thrust harder and harder inside of her. Each time, rocking the bed back and causing a ruckus, but luckily for them, their room was soundproof.

Damon pulled away and began to grab her right ankle to change positions, but Aila had been continuously receiving the last few days. Damon had made her feel beautiful even with the cuts on her face and body, along with the scar. Now she was fully healed; she did not feel self-conscious. Aila pushed on his shoulder gently, taking the lead, so he fell onto his back, and she straddled atop him.

Aila smiled in response to his hungry eyes on her body, his hands on her hips squeezing in anticipation. She lifted up again and re-entered his rod, sliding down onto him slowly, taking him in even deeper while biting her lip. Damon leaned up onto his elbows before raising his hand to pull apart her lips.

"Hold on," He growled, and with one hand, unclasped her bra. "That's better." His mouth found her nipple and began swirling his tongue around the tips, teasing her as she began to breathe heavily, her mind not focusing on what she should do with her lower body as he massaged the other breast and desire flooded her body. He released her from his devilish tongue and hand, flopping onto his back with his hands behind his head like the king he was as his queen began to ride him.

Aila began to grind on him, making sure he had a show of her body. His eyes looked on at her like she was the sexiest woman alive. Every now and then, his eyes sparked and glowed, showing his control almost going to Darius. It seemed he was having a hard time while she teased him slowly.

But in the end, she only teased herself as well. Aila changed positions and laid her hands on Damon's chest. His hands moved to her hips as he thrust into her; their bodies slowly coated in sweat as their pace increased and their breathing became ragged. Damon's eyes glowed brilliantly, and within a flash, Aila was flipped over, and he was behind her, her legs wide open on all fours. He pushed into her, thrusting urgently and deeply; his hand snaked around her hair, pulling gently.

"Aila, come for me again."

Aila whipped her head around. Darius had taken over. It made sense; he was a little on the rougher side with her. She didn't mind; it was her mate either way. She met his thrusts, and her core began building up again, she didn't know how many times she had come so far, but Aila knew this time she would collapse after.

Her gasps turned into high pitched moans as Darius' hands went back to her hips, and he slammed into her. She felt a low growl escaping his lips, and his mouth bit onto her shoulder, Aila moaned loudly, and they came together. Darius flipped over and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead as she sighed into his chest. His heavy breathing and musky sweat coated body slowly pulled her into a blissful sleep.

"You don't know how hard it was without you, A," Darius' regal voice whispered into her hair, unaware that she was still only a bit conscious.