Damon twist and turned until he laid flat on his back in the center of the large bed. Slowly, he realized he could no longer move his arms or his legs. It was not because he was tied down, but because his body felt heavy, captured by the sweet, scent of lavender that filled the air.

"Camilla," Damon said as he opened his eyes. His deep voice was a rough, quiet whisper that echoed softly in the quiet space.

He watched Camilla. She was standing right beside the edge of the mattress looking at him.

Slowly, without breaking her intense gaze, Camilla reached her hands to her shoulders. She slid her soft, pink silk nightgown down. The fabric pooled around her ankles, leaving her completely bare.

Damon swallowed hard. His throat felt dry, and his heart began to hammer wildly against his ribs. The heat in his chest was burning. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Camilla climbed onto the soft mattress. She moved smoothly, like a cat. She straddled his waist, her knees pinning his hips to the bed. She leaned her upper body forward, bringing her face very close to his.

She bent her head. Her soft lips brushed against his neck, and then she gently sucked his earlobe. The sudden, intense physical contact sent a massive shock of heat straight through Damon’s body.

Camilla whispered directly into his ear. Her voice was soft, warm, and seductive.

"Do you like me, Damon?" Camilla asked. She let out a quiet, teasing laugh. "I know you do."

She did not wait for him to answer. She raised her hands and began to remove his top. Her cool fingers brushed against his hot skin, making him shiver. She pulled the night shirt off his broad shoulders and threw it away.

She leaned down again and pressed her warm lips directly against the hard muscles of his chest. She kissed his chest slowly, running her soft fingers through the thick muscles, tracing the lines of his body.

Damon’s hands gripped the soft sheets tightly. He was completely helpless under her touch.

"Do you know," Camilla said, her voice dropping into a dark,slow, and seductive murmur against his skin. "I have always wanted to touch you like this. I have wanted to kiss you. I have wanted to have you inside me. To make you feel like a man."

She moved her hands down, quickly removing the last of his clothing. Damon could only watch her, his mind completely clouded by overwhelming desire.

She carefully guided his body, inserting him into her.

As soon as they were joined, Camilla began to move. She went up and down on him, her movements slow, rhythmic, and intense. The physical pleasure was so sharp and massive that Damon could not contain himself. He threw his head back against the pillow, let out a deep, ragged groan of pleasure, and closed his eyes.

Camilla looked down at his flushed, sweating face. Her eyes grew darker, and her expression turned serious.

"Say it," Camilla commanded softly. Her voice was no longer just sweet; it carried a very dark, possessive, and commanding weight. He fingers wrapped around his neck, stroking it. "Say you love me, Damon."

Damon’s mind was broken by the intense sensation. He willingly surrendered all of his control, all of his pride, and his entire soul to her. He surrendered completely to the pleasure she was giving him in the dark.

He opened his eyes, looking deeply into hers.

"I love you, Camilla," Damon said. His voice was thick, honest, and filled with a raw, desperate emotion. " I love you."

Camilla smiled.

It was a very beautiful sweet smile. But as Damon watched her, the smile on her pink lips slowly began to change. It turned cold. It turned mocking.

Suddenly, Camilla stopped moving. She slid her body off of him, removing her warmth completely.

Damon felt a sharp, sudden coldness hit his bare skin. He felt empty. He whimpered softly in his throat, reaching his hand out toward her waist, wanting her to come back to him.

"Ca...Camilla..." Damon whispered, his voice full of a quiet, painful longing.

Camilla did not look at him. She got off the bed entirely. She stood in the center of the dark room, her face was perfectly calm and unfeeling.

She turned her head slightly toward the door of the bedroom.

"Come in," Camilla said out loud. Her voice was clear and cold.

The door pushed open slowly, without making a single sound.

Damon raised his head from the pillow. He looked toward the entrance.

A tall, handsome young man walked slowly into the bedroom. He had neat brown hair, polite features, and wore a white shirt. He looked respectable, gentle, and highly educated.

Camilla did not act surprised. She walked over to the handsome man. She stood right beside him, resting her hand lightly against his shoulder.

Damon stared at them. A sudden, cold wave of panic flooded his chest. His breathing became shallow, and he tried to push his body up from the mattress, but his limbs felt like solid lead. He was completely paralyzed.

"Camilla," Damon spoke, his voice shaking with a sudden, terrifying fear. "Wh... what is going on? Who is this man?"

Camilla did not answer him. She turned her face toward the man.

The man reached out his arms and wrapped them firmly around her naked waist, pulling her close to his chest. Camilla raised her hands, wrapping them around his neck, and kissed him deeply on the lips.

Damon watched them. The sight of his wife kissing another man right in front of his face caused a physical, agonizing pain in the center of his chest. It felt exactly like a sharp steel sword was being driven directly into his heart.

"Camilla!" Damon shouted. He struggled violently against his invisible chains, his voice rising in pure, desperate anger. "No! No! Stop that this instant! Get away from him!"

Hearing his angry shout, Camilla slowly broke the kiss. She turned her head back to look at Damon.

The man did not stop. He leaned his head down, his lips continuing to kiss her bare shoulder and her neck, his hands holding her body firmly. Camilla did not push him away. She looked at Damon with a cold, dead, and mocking expression.

"I don’t love you, Damon and I never will," Camilla said. Her voice was flat and completely heartless. "I only love Winston."

She turned her head back to the man, closed her eyes, and eagerly resumed her passionate kisses with him.

Damon’s mind exploded with violent fury and deep, overwhelming despair. He could not stand the sight of her in another man’s arms. He could not stand hearing that she loved someone else.

"NO!!!" Damon shouted at the top of his lungs.

"NO!!!"

Damon’s loud, booming shout echoed violently off the high stone walls of the master bedroom.

Damon gasped loudly, his eyes snapping wide open.