Damon | Blacks | Secret

12 | Let Me Give You Hope

Late night studies in the library were the best, no teachers, no students, just me and the books. I hear a door squeak open; my eyes catch a glance of Damon holding a leather jacket as he walks inside. "There you are, I have been looking for you everywhere." He says, dropping his helmet onto the desk as he settles into the chair in front of me.

"You found me now..." I whisper, Damon shifts in his seat, before grabbing the leg of my chair and pulling me close to him. The emotion in his eyes was fathoms deep, yet they carried the warmth and life of the sunlit surface. They had a thousand hues of blue and a small touch of hazel radiating in softly swooping arcs. He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ears, stroking my cheeks.

"What's wrong princess? Did someone f*****g hurt you?" I chuckle and shake my head, resting my head onto his chest.

"Damon, who hurt you?" He stiffened, "I saw the scars all over your back, your shoulders and your face."

"Sophia, I don't want to talk about it, can you please respect that?"

"Damon I know that you want to protect me, but you can be emotional with me; you can talk to me about these things-"

"There are some things, that are best to stay hidden alright, now lets' stop talking about this."

"I'm just saying Damon-"

"I said enough Sophia, let's get you home."

"I'll take an Uber." I said packing my things.

"I said, I will take you home."

"And I said, I will take an Uber."

"Are you seriously being childish?"

"Childish? Am I not allowed to be worried for you?" I said staring him deeply in the eyes.

"I never said you couldn't, I would just appreciate you staying out of that part of my life." I shove my books into my bag.

"Of course, you probably have someone else for that side of your life." I walk out of the doors, down the hallway. I hear someone slamming the lockers and I feel my back collide gently against the window. Damon towers over me.

"Don't you believe that you are the only woman in my life that I need. Answer me Sophia." He demands, his hands around my neck softly stroking it with his thumb.

"No, I don't." I shot out, he raises an eyebrow and nods his head.

"Do I have to f*****g show you? Because I will." He flips me around, pushing my face against the window slightly before he raises my shirt, and with that, he unclips my bra with one hand. It dangles down and I feel him rip it off, throwing it onto the ground.

He turns me back around and kicks open my leg, and I was all for it, unbuttoning my own jeans as I slide it down, I help him with his belt. Allowing it to dangle down along with his trousers. I slide my hands underneath his shirt, caressing every ab I feel which is his entire body.

And with that, he slides my underwear to the side before he dives his member inside of me. I moan loudly, his hips thrust faster than ever. His hands wrap itself around my ponytail as he drags it down, giving him my neck.

"You're the only person in my life Sophia, understand." I couldn't speak, the pleasure was all over, instead I nodded my head as my back slides up and down the window. He fits his mouth around my breast, sucking and licking as he does the same with my other.

"And here we have the lockers, where all the students come to talk after recess." My eyes widen, I push Damon off of me, grabbing my bra from the ground along with my bag as I push him into the Janitors room. I close the door behind me, and without even noticing how small the Janitors room is, I hear the headmaster speaking.

I feel Damon insert himself back inside of me, I grab my mouth as I moan inside it. He thrusted himself roughly, "and-is that a condom wrapper?" I hear an unfamiliar voice say, I bite onto my lips, grabbing Damon's hands as I use it to cover my mouth. I hadn't noticed how big his hands were, until it covers my nose to. Damon continues pounding inside of me, I rest the back of my head against his shoulder as he looks me in the eyes.

"Students nowadays, let's move on shall we. This is the janitor's room, where we store all the cleaning-" The handle was pulled down, I press my foot onto the door to keep it closed. I was nearly up to climax; he needs to go otherwise we would both get caught. "It seems as if they locked it, how about we move onto the library now?" Footsteps were heard and with that, one more thrust and I exploded. I moaned Damon's name so loud, I feel him chuckle in the nape of my neck.

"Did I prove my point?"

“I would agree but I don’t want to.” I whispered.

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My hands graze his cheek, the stubble that has begun to slowly grow even though he shaves it here and there. His head resting in the nape of my neck. “Damon, wake up, I can’t sleep.” I whisper. He groans, tightening his arms from around my waist. “Damon…”

“Do you want me to knock you out to sleep?”

“Later, not now. I can’t sleep.”

“Sophia, its six in the morning.” I sigh, resting my head against the pillow before I feel him shuffle. He removes himself from my embrace and grabs his jacket. Why was he leaving? I sat up straight, watching him slip on his shoes. Then he turns to me, throwing me my jumper and a pair of joggers.

“Come on princess.” I change myself, throwing my hoodie on as he takes my hands in his own, allowing it to deeply mould with each other. We slowly stumble towards his car, closing the front door behind us as we do.

“Where are you taking me Damon?”

“I’m taking you somewhere, I have never taken any one else before.” He opens the car door for me, I smile sliding inside as he closes it and makes his way around the car to insert himself inside. He begins to drive of, his fingers interlocking into my own. We drove for a good long thirty to forty minutes, in complete comfortable silence. The presence of our spirits speaking for itself.

After a good one hour, Damon parks besides a river like. He opens my door, and immediately covers me eyes with his hands. I grab onto his wrist, “are you ready, Sophia?” he whispers seductively into my ears, I feel a strand of his hair brushing against my forehead as he stood over me.

I nod my head, then he slowly drag his hands down, I open my eyes to reveal the northern lights. Beautiful.  The sky was a dark, blue mixed with purple colour, with a few dots of white from the stars. Then, the green like lights swaying as if reindeers running. A perfect harmony. It reflects onto the river perfectly.  Then, a few miles away was where the sun set. The orange, yellowish bright colours. It was beautiful.

“Beautiful, isn’t?” He said softly, standing besides me as the cold breeze flushed through us. We both stared up at the lights, “my mother used to take me here on my birthdays.” Used to? I wanted to ask, but I knew that him just saying what he said was hard enough, so instead, I stayed silent, and listened.

I rested my head onto his shoulders. “Bare truth?” I whisper.

“Bare truth.”

“You’ve been hurt before, but you don’t like to admit it, so you put on this strong, alpha like phase. The tattoos, I know that every single one of them have a meaning. Especially the skull, on your back. You think, you believe people wont ever understand you, but how could you? When you don’t even understand yourself.” He stayed quiet, his jaw tensing.

“I’m not a good person, Sophia, I do bad things.”

“We all do bad things, Damon.”

“No, you don’t understand, I do really bad things. And I know, if you found out, you would be afraid of me.” I gazed at him confused, he nods his head as if understanding that part of the information.

“Damon, I know we don’t know each other, and I know there are certain things in your life you dont want me to know about, which I understand. But, I will never, ever judge you Damon.  You can trust me.”