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Love me.

There it is… that pleasure.

“There’s my girl, I’m right here. You’re safe, Amourette. Feel me. Feel me inside of you. Come back to me please.”

Little Love.

“Mm mmmph”

“That’s right, baby. Come for Damon, baby, back to us.”

“Damon?”

A deep, masculine groan from above me like a sweet caress, it blankets me, calls to me.

Damon. His name is a whisper in my mind. I wrap my arms around his torso, feeling him, his weight, his body. So strong. My protector. My love. My love. So… perfect. So deep. Need more. I purr for him, still wakening from my nightmare.

Was it a nightmare?

Memories that feel like nightmares… dreams and faces, they blend…

Never-ending.

“Raven, look at me, Little Bird. Open your eyes. See me. I’m here.”

I tighten my legs around him, opening my eyes to see his face in concentrated blissful agony, as he continues his slow, deep, tormenting thrusts, his scent is in my nose, my lungs.

Jonas reaches between me and Damon and plays with my swollen clit. I tense, exploding for Damon in a sleep-filled euphoria.

“My perfect girl.”

“Perfect.” I repeat.

“Yes, my love. Absolute perfection is how you feel wrapped around me. Tailored to fit me like a glove, Raven. I love you.”

I moan again, grinding against Jonas’ fingers still dancing along my clit, seeking just one more. Always one more. To feel alive.

“My perfect girl. Fuck yourself on my cock, Little Bird, that’s it. Make your doctor cum.”

“Deeper,” I beg, shivering beneath him and I’m rewarded with short, deep, strong thrusts and his face goes to the crook of my neck, licking and I shatter all over again just as groans out my name.

He stays inside, letting me feel his weight. Jonas settles beside me, kissing my temple.

I’m safe.

Two weeks later

The ocean feels the pull of the moon, just like I feel my shadow’s - but it’s different now.

Heis different now.

Thisshadow has a name. This shadow loves me or… I thought he did. This shadow watches me, our hold on the other a thing of nightmares, of dreams, of beauty and monstrosity. I am a reaper, he islife. I can feel him in the room every time he’s here.

Haunting me.

Call me delusional. Sick. Tell me I belong to the ghosts and demons that reside at Lorne Wood Asylum because I do. I do I do I do. I belong at Lorne Wood as much as I belong with Damon, with Jonas.

Withhim.

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