Hello my darlings :) New story! I already have two on the go but I couldn't resist doing a Damon based story. I love Delena but sometimes Elena really annoys me. Damon does deserve someone who will love him unconditionally and only him, so I wanted to write a story where Damon has that. I hope you like the chapter and please review so I know if I should continue or not. xxx

Did you think it would hold you?

Did you think it would carry you?

Did you think it would save you?

Did you think it would see you through?

It's Only love.

"Get off me you bastard." Jessica screamed at Damon; her fists pummelling helplessly against his rock hard chest as she fought to free herself from his iron grip.
"Stop fighting me." Damon demanded of the girl; keeping his voice as calm as he could.

Damon hated it when Jessica was mad at him. He much preferred it when she was writhing about beneath him and calling out his now in passion. Now, however, she was doing neither of those things. Damon was use to Jessica going off at him with no notice; having her scream an impressive and creative list of profanities at him as he did yet another stupid thing to anger her. Their love-hate relationship thrilled Damon and found himself addicted to the dizzying highs and devastating lows of their relationship.

"I will not be your whore."
"I have never treated you as such. Now stop trying to hit me."

Jessica could have screamed until her voice was hoarse and it still would have been no use; that much she knew. From the moment she had set eyes on the raven-haired, blue-eyed god of a man holding onto her tightly, she had been a goner. She was not in love with him. Well, that's what she kept telling herself every time she looked in the mirror; every time Damon did or said something to upset her; every time he looked at Elena longingly. As much as she wanted to be free of Damon, she couldn't stop herself from running back to him each and every time he asked her to.

"Let me go, Damon."
"No."
"Damon!"
"Just stop, Jess! Stop fighting against me. Stop fighting against this!"

He was frustrated. Jessica infuriated him to no end but he found it difficult to stay away from her. Everything about her called to him. Her body; her scent; her voice. Everything Jessica was made Damon ache.

Not relenting for a second, Jessica continued to beat her fists into Damon's chest even though she knew it was futile. She could not cause Damon any harm and being a vampire, he was a lot stronger than her. But that did not stop her from trying like hell to free herself. She wanted to storm away from him and show him how much he had wounded her.

Realising that more drastic action was needed if he was going to get Jessica to calm down and listen to him, Damon spun her around and sped them to his bed on the other side of the room. Pinning her beneath him using his legs, Damon used one hand to hold Jessica's wrists above her head, whilst the other gripped her chin and lifted it up so she had no choice but to look into his eyes.

Jessica felt herself falling. Metaphorically of course, she thought. She swore inwardly to herself. Even in her angered state, she could feel her body begin to heat up as it reacted to Damon's touch and the sensation of his breath of her face as he silently contemplated what to say to her next.

Damon knew he had hurt her when he kissed Elena. He shouldn't care what she thought but he did. He had waited so long for Elena to openly admit that she wanted to be with him. He had dreamt of the day for two long years and it had finally happened. However, he had not expected for Jessica to walk in on them. She had politely excused herself from the room and from anyone else's point of view, it would have just appeared that she was a little embarrassed. Damon knew better. Jessica's face may have been blank when she interrupted Damon and Elena's highly passionate kiss, but from the way she had spent the entire day ignoring his calls and messages, Damon was certain she was pissed at him. And he had wanted to make it right.

Gazing down at her, Damon felt guilty. Only when they were alone together did Jessica let her defences fall. She was not afraid to let him know how she was feeling and Damon loved that. He had spent months breaking down all of the carefully constructed walls Jessica had put up around herself; sometimes doing so without meaning to; sometimes hurting her in the process. From the look of rage and pain in her beautiful brown eyes, Damon could see that he had upset her more than he ever had done.

"Get off of me, you jackass." Jessica spat out; having no choice but to stare into Damon's blue eyes as he held her face in place.
"Just let me explain."
"You don't need to explain anything to me, Damon. I'm not your god damn girlfriend! Now get your hands off me!"
"If you're not my girlfriend, then stop acting like it."
"I'm not!"
"Well, you're doing a damn good job at convincing me otherwise."
"If you want a girlfriend, Damon, then go get your precious Elena. I will not be treated like a cheap ass hooker."
"I do not treat you like-" Damon began before cutting himself off. "Tell me what you want, Jess and I'll give it to you."
"I want you to get your god damn hands OFF ME!"

With the end of her sentence, Jessica began thrashing around underneath Damon; desperate to be away from him.

Releasing her wrists, Damon sat up and moved away from Jessica so her entire body was free from his. She did not even look at him as she quickly got off the bed and headed towards the door. Getting off the bed as well, Damon stood and watched her leave in silence, until the last second when he hand was on the door knob and opening the door.

"Don't go." He said, just loud enough for Jessica to hear and stop in her tracks.

She did not turn around. She did not answer him. She only took a deep breath and walked out of the room.