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𝒟𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃-
“You sure about this?” he asks.
You nod.
He locks eyes with you the entire time.
“Bite,” he says lowly, holding his arm out within reach of your mouth.
Hesitantly, you back into Damon’s chest, pulling his arm closer.
You’re unsure how to bite — how hard, with which teeth.
You’re scared.
And yet… a little turned on already.
He wraps his free hand across your stomach, holding you there.
You take his wrist and bite down — harder than you expected — until you finally draw blood.
“Mmph.” A faint noise slips from his lips.
You suck lightly as soon as it surfaces.
After a minute, he pulls his arm away.
“My turn,” he says, smirking.
Your heart rate spikes.
Still pressed against his chest, you extend your arm to him.
He studies you first — making sure you’re ready — then slowly brings his mouth to your wrist.
Soft kisses trail along your skin.
Mocking. Comforting. Both.
He gives you a quiet countdown.
Then he bites.
The blood pours slowly.
He licks a slow strip up your arm before sealing his mouth back over the mark, sucking.
You bite your lip, head leaning back against him as a small gasp escapes you.
It feels better than you’ll ever admit.
Your free hand slides back, fingers raking through his hair.
He moans at that.
Low.
Uncontrolled.
The entire moment feels filthy.
Beautiful.
Intimate.
𝐸𝓁𝒾𝒿𝒶𝒽-
“You’re human,” he says quietly.
“Breakable.”
His thumb brushes along your jaw.
“And yet… you insist.”
You swallow.
“I do.”
His eyes search yours for hesitation.
There isn’t any.
A slow breath leaves him.
“Very well.”
His hand slides from your jaw to your wrist, lifting it gently between you. His fingers wrap around it — not tight. Just enough to feel your pulse.
It jumps beneath his touch.
He notices.
“Still time to withdraw,” he murmurs.
You shake your head.
He brings your wrist closer to his mouth, pausing just before touching you.
His lips graze the inside first.
Soft.
Deliberate.
Your breath catches.
Then his fangs descend.
The bite is precise.
Controlled.
A sharp inhale escapes you as warmth spreads through your arm, into your chest — and lower. His hand steadies your waist as he drinks.
Not indulgent.
Not greedy.
Just enough.
He pulls away on his own.
Always on his own.
His thumb presses gently over the mark.
“You’re safe,” he says quietly.
Before the air settles, he lowers his own wrist between you.
“You may.”
You lift his wrist slowly, brushing your lips over the inside without thinking.
His jaw tightens.
You bite down.
Harder than you expected.
His free hand moves instantly to your back, fingers spreading there — anchoring you.
His breathing deepens.
The taste is richer than you imagined.
Powerful.
Warm.
It rushes through you, leaving your head slightly light.
“Enough,” he says softly.
You release him immediately.
His skin heals beneath your gaze.
His hand remains firm at your waist.
“You understand,” he murmurs, voice lower now, “that this binds more than flesh.”
Your heart pounds.
“I know.”
His thumb traces lightly along your jaw again.
“And still… you insist.”
There’s something new in his voice now.
Something dangerously close to devotion.
You seal the deal with a deep kiss.
𝒦𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓈-
"You have no idea what you're asking for" he murmurs.
His eyes… they’re dark.
You don’t step back.
“I know exactly who I’m standing in front of.”
His hand comes up slowly, brushing your hair behind your ear. His fingers linger at your throat — not squeezing, just feeling your pulse.
It’s racing.
“For a creature so very human,” he says softly, thumb pressing lightly against the rhythm there, “you possess a reckless sort of courage.”
You lift your wrist between you.
His gaze drops to it.
Then back to you.
“If I hurt you,” he says quietly, “I will never forgive myself.”
“You won’t,” you reply.
A long pause.
Then he takes your wrist.
Not gently at first.
Firm.
Claiming.
But when his lips brush the inside of it, the touch is surprisingly soft.
“You are mine to protect,” he murmurs against your skin.
His fangs descend.
You let out a faint whimper.
He holds you against him as he drinks, one arm wrapping around your waist, anchoring you there.
You feel the power in him.
Feel how easily he could take more.
But he doesn’t.
He pulls back abruptly, breathing heavier now, eyes flashing gold for a split second before settling.
His thumb swipes over the mark.
“You’re trembling,” he notes.
You are.
Before you can overthink it, he lifts his own wrist.
There’s no ceremony.
Just trust.
“Go on, love,” he says, voice lower now. “Let me feel you choose me.”
You bring his wrist to your lips.
He watches your face — not the bite.
Your face.
When you pierce his skin, his other hand slides to the back of your neck.
Not forcing.
Holding.
The taste is overwhelming.
Klaus exhales slowly.
A sound almost like a growl beneath restraint.
“Careful,” he warns softly. “Hybrids are… intoxicating.”
You pull away when he tells you to —
His wrist heals instantly.
He doesn’t step back.
Instead, his hand cups your jaw.
“You are impossibly brave,” he murmurs.
Then, softer:
“And gods help anyone who forgets that you belong under my protection.”
His forehead rests briefly against yours.
Possessive.
Protective.
Dangerous.
And utterly devoted.
