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A pair of strong arms enfolded the dainty redhead’s slim figure, captivating the little witch within his arms. His words he had just spoken, full of possession, yet with a gentle tone, showing true affection for his redbird, sent chills up and down Bonnie’s spine. Damon was right, though, she was his, and he was hers; they belonged together. Her cheeks reddened, and her heart rate sped up rapidly, akin to an excited little bird’s heartbeat when his lips met the side of her neck, placing soft sloppy kisses up and down her neck, which only led to low moans, eliciting from the short ginger.

Her body was flush pressed against his muscular form, which relieved the red bird as if it weren’t for his tight grip on her, her legs would have failed to steady her. It was bliss to feel his smooth lips along her neck and jaw, yet torture at the same time since she desperately needed his lips on her own. A pout formed her curvy lips, and her chocolate brown eyes found his with a pleading look, hoping he would receive her message. Of course, he did, he wasn’t foolish.

Boldly, he claimed Bonnie’s lips, kissing the redheaded witch fiercely onto the mouth. She was quick to follow his instruction, turning round within his embrace, going on tiptoes, cupping his cheek, and last but not at least, she yielded into desire, kissing him fervently back, her tongue brushed his lower lips, asking for permission to enter his mouth, which he gladly accepted. The kiss turned steamy, their tongues dancing a passionate tango, one you would keep away from your children.

Throughout their lip-lock, Bonnie managed to return his confession of love,
❛ I’m all yours, Damon. Always, just as you’re mine. ❜