Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 250: Love Me Again!

Chapter 250: Love Me Again!

"You can have as much as you want," he said, voice low and steady. "Are you hungry again?"

Olivia’s gaze lingered on the offered skin, her eyes flickering with conflict. She hated needing it, hated what she had become, but she couldn’t fight it anymore.

"I don’t want to hurt you," she whispered with guilt and remorse filling her. But his tender eyes did not have any accusation.

"You won’t," he promised. "Take what you need."

Olivia looked at him with conflict of emotions in her eyes. Slowly, she leaned in. Her lips brushed his skin first, tender and hesitant. Then, with a soft breath, her fangs sank gently into his collarbone. Damon’s hand tightened around the sheet beneath him, but he didn’t flinch, he only closed his eyes, letting her take what she needed.

The blood witch needed enough blood to complete the ritual. But they have stopped the ritual in between. It had left her thirsty, she was stronger. But she could not control her powers until her hunger for blood was satiated. They have found the truth the hard way.

Though Damon felt weak, he also felt aroused by the heat. He could feel the movement of blood in his body and for some reason, he felt needy.

When she finally pulled back, her lips were stained red, her breathing uneven. Damon reached for her, his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth before he pulled her into him. She leaned and whispered her breath into his mouth.

His complexion slowly improved and he did not look pale anymore yet Olivia felt guilty.

"I..":

"Now that you are satiated, I am hungry, Olivia." she leaned it with a sparkle in her eyes. Their kiss this time was raw and fierce. Olivia responded with equal hunger, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pressed her back down against the mattress and bit her lips. He sucked on them like his life was depending on it and then licked the pain away.

Slowly she succumbed to it and started to follow his rhythm, their tongue tagging and following echoing ther in rhythm.

He tasted faintly of blood and something that was only him, something she had missed even when he was right beside her. Her fingers moved over his chest, his shoulders, as if trying to memorize him, as if she could make him a part of her forever.

Damon’s mouth found the curve of her throat, the hollow beneath her ear, her collarbone. Every kiss was reverent, every touch gentle but firm, as if he was holding something both powerful and fragile at once. His kisses were maddening. In that moment, she could feel nothing but his touch.

"You’re everything," he murmured against her skin. "And I would give you all of me."

She answered not with words, but with her body arching to meet him, hands guiding him to her breasts and breath hitching with every touch. She looked at him with rare desire like the world outside had ceased to exist and he was the only one there.

He moulded her breasts and then brought his lips to them. She watched him as he sucked her hard.

Damon’s mouth closed around her breast, his lips warm and reverent, and Olivia arched beneath him, her breath catching in her throat. He worshipped her with slow, deliberate movements. She tangled her fingers in his hair, eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped her lips. Her body responded to him as if it had always known him, always belonged to him. He didn’t rush. He seemed to savor every inch of her, like he was memorizing her with his hands, his mouth, his soul.

"It had been so long that I thought I would never get the chance again." he whispered against her skin, voice hoarse with emotion. "I have missed you so much."

Olivia opened her eyes, her fingers trailing down his back, and pulled him closer, "then do not stop tonight."

He met her gaze, something intense and raw passing between them. His hand slid lower, exploring the curve of her hip, then down her thigh. She shivered under the attention, the anticipation between them winding tighter, breath by breath.

His touch grew more deliberate, drawing soft, trembling reactions from her lips. He kissed her as if he couldn’t get enough—as if kissing her was the only way he could breathe.

"Please.." when she begged, she did not even know what she was begging for, but he knew well and smiled.

He moved his finger there to her aching body and she gasped hard when he entered. but the finger was not enough to fill her. He smiled as he looked at her misty eyes. Her hair were splayed on the pillow and she held the bedsheet tightly

"Hold on to me!" he whispered in her ears as he started teasing her.

Sometimes so slow that she glared at him and sometimes so fast that she had a hard time holding her breath. She was brought to the edge again and again but he did not give her what she wanted.

"Please.." she begged again only then he kissed her softly and pulled his finger out. The loss of the touch made her empty but before she could complain, something replaced it and only made her feel satiated.

She watched the smirk appear on his lips.

"You are so sweet Olivia, I could never have enough of you." He kissed her chin, neck and nape. He kissed her like a starving man.

Their rhythm grew more frantic, then slowed, then deepened again, like the tide crashing and pulling away only to return stronger.

When she finally cried out, clinging to him as her body trembled, Damon held her close, whispering her name against her shoulder like a vow.

Afterwards, he didn’t pull away. He stayed wrapped around her, his hands soothing slow circles into her back, grounding her through the aftershocks.

"I love you," he whispered.

She pressed her forehead to his, her breath still uneven. "Even after what I am?"

His arms tightened around her. "Because of who you are. Every part of you."