[AN: Music Recommendation: Call Out My Name by The Weeknd (if still playing/ or repeat if you want) ]

He pulled up, and Aila unwrapped her legs, giving him more room to thrust. She bit her lip as she watched his muscles flex and shine from the sweat that began to form on his skin. Then, Aila saw a smirk on his lips, and suddenly, he rolled over so quickly that she found herself now straddling him while he leaned back into the wall. Her dizziness subsided, and she laughed at his cheekiness.

"If you wanted me on top, you could have just asked," She smirked as he helped lower her down on the tip of his shaft, sliding into her wet folds, moaning as her womb tightened around his thickness. She began rolling her hips and flicked her damp hair back. His eyes roamed her body, his hands on her bum as she grinded against his member. The size of his length was so deep inside of her now, she couldn't help but continuously moan as she rode him.

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his head, clinging onto his neck with her nails. He met her thrusts now, and she flicked her head back, her breasts coming forward as she bounced; the different angle to the depth of his length was exquisite. Damon growled and grabbed a handful of her hair, biting into the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She clung to his neck more, gasping his name and squeezing around his cock.

"Aila, you're so fucking sexy," he moaned into her ear, his breath fanning her neck and inciting small tingles down to her already oversensitive core. Aila pulled her head back slightly so she could kiss his lips, but when she did, she felt her teeth aching again and her canines elongate.

She panicked, "Damon? Whats?" She could see the realisation flash behind his eyes.

He grinned as she stilled, and they caught their breath. "It's very rare for a she-wolf to mark. Normally it just shows up on the male." He looked down at his chest before shaking his head, "It looks like you are just as possessive as me, angel." He winked.

Aila's mouth fell open. "I am not," She grumbled, but the movement of her mouth caused pain. Did Damon have to go through this pain the whole time she denied him? Her eyes widened as she felt another wave of respect for him.

"Darling, don't worry. I like it. It means you only want me," He growled.

Aila pointed between them and the action they were doing right now, "I'm sorry. Did this not clarify it enough for you?" She winced again as the ends of her canines stabbed her lips.

He burst into a peal of laughter before grabbing her by the cheeks and kissing her passionately, "Angel, I do love you."

"And I love you, Dam Dam," She replied and grimaced at the overbearing pain. But before he could answer, her eyes glowed and zoned in on the area he needed to be marked. Without any more thought put into it, she bit her teeth into the flesh below his collarbone.

He hissed from the pain, then groaned as he flipped his head back. Aila couldn't believe what she was doing, but it felt right; even with the taste of his blood in her mouth, it caused a swell of warmth in her chest as her heart pounded against her ribcage. She watched in awe as Damon's face shimmered slightly until he grimaced.

Oh yes, it hurts quite a bit. So, without any further encouragement, Aila began to grind against his length again, moaning as she did so. When she felt the urge and ache leaving her gums, she pulled back gently before licking the area, still as she grinded against him, her breasts on his chest, her hands on his broad shoulders. She pecked the area softly before pulling back.

He became wilder and more ravenous than before; he kneaded her breasts and began sucking on them, causing her core to tighten around him. He growled and let go of her nipple. But as though he still couldn't get enough of her, his length deep inside her, his hands kneading and grabbing at her skin, he started sucking on her neck. His mouth and tongue were so rough on her, she knew there were going to be marks. But she didn't care; her nerve endings were going through the roof at all the stimulants, her mind becoming a cloudy mess.

Damon's eyes were on her again, his face darkening with yearning. He pumped into her rapidly until he once again spun Aila around until he was on top of her. He relentlessly pounded into her, knowing that her body was accustomed to his size. Aila's hands went to his shoulders, clinging on as their eyes locked together.

"Who's are you?" He grunted.

"Yours," She panted.

"Who's?" He growled, his eyes glowed with his voice deepening.

"Yours!!"

"Come for me, angel."

On his words, her centre tightened around him as a rush of euphoria flourished through her body and soul, and she came around him so hard, her body was shaking as she screamed breathlessly, "Damon!"

Waves of pleasure rolled through her as he continued to pound harder and harder until he erupted inside of her, groaning animalistically. He rolled over, immediately pulling her into him. The pair still panted, with sweat glistening on their bodies, hair sticking to their foreheads. Aila could hear his heart pounding rapidly and in sync with hers. She looked up at him and he kissed her forehead.

As she caught her breath, her eyes roamed across his chiselled chest to the part she marked. Her eyes widened, and she pulled herself up to look at the area. Gone was the two marks of where her canines sunk into him, and left there was a platinum-gold crescent moon with a shadow of blue surrounding the edge. After feeling Damon's finger below her collarbone, she looked down, and just below it was a platinum-gold crescent moon with a dark silver shadow surrounding it.

"Our marks are tattoos?" Aila queried , with a look of disbelief.

Damon grinned, "Yep. I am yours and you are mine now, angel. There's no backing out now!" Although he was joking, his voice had deepened with a growl. Aila resisted rolling her eyes, Darius it seemed still didn't take things lightly.