Chapter 5 Are you Ready

"You're not pregnant."

Sasha froze upon hearing those words. She gripped the edge of the table to tight that her knuckles turned white. She turned to look at Damon. There was to form of reaction from him. His expression was unreadable. But the tension was very obvious.

"Did I hear you right? She's not pregnant?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"I...it's...

"You had better explain this to me if you still want your head on your shoulders in the next ten seconds."

"The..The tests came back negative. She's not pregnant. The procedure didn't take."

Sasha's stomach suddenly became tight. She had been certain and hopeful, regardless of the upheaval of the last few weeks. But right now, the reality felt like a slap in the face. Damon's silence had been worse than any outburst. He had moved forward slow and easy, and Sasha could feel the heat of his anger before he opened his mouth and spoke.

"You told me this was a proven method, you assured me it was going to work," Damon half yelled,his voice piercing the sterile environment.

"It's not an exact science," the doctor stated. Her tone was firm but calm and cautious as well. "Some times the body just doesn't respond the way we expect. There are variables. We can't control other variables."

"Variables?" Damon's voice was ice cold, his eyes locked in on the doctor. "This was supposed to be simple, simple, simple, not some sort of guessing game."

Sasha swallowed hard, her throat dry. She wanted to say something to defend herself or the doctor, but she couldn't produce words. She was just sitting there, the tension in the room increasing.

The doctor sighed, "You do have one other option," she said looking between Damon and Sasha again. "If you are seriously thinking about this, you could always try... the natural way."

For a brief moment, silence reigned. Damon's eyes darted to Sasha and she felt her face heat. The doctors words kept replaying in her head. She knew what it meant.

"You mean we should-," Sasha started but Damon interrupted her.

"No," he said, his tone monolithic. "That's not part of the agreement."

The doctor raised an eyebrow. "It's your best chance. Science is not infallible. Sometimes it needs help from Mother Nature."

Sasha wouldn't look at Damon, but she could still feel his stare boring through her. The idea of it, of them, was laughable. She was here to fulfill a contract, not play house. But the idea had been planted and now, it wouldn't leave her alone.

The drive back to the penthouse was shrouded in silence. Damon didn't speak and Sasha wasn't about to be the one to break the silence. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours.

Once they stepped back into the living room, the dam broke.

"That's unacceptable," Damon roared, pacing the living room. "We had a plan. A clear and precise plan. And now this-"

"It's not like I wanted it to happen," Sasha yelled, exasperated. "Do you think I LIKE being told I am not pregnant? Do you think I LIKE feeling like I am a failure?"

Damon stopped pacing and spun on Sasha, his expression darkening. "This isn't about you. This is about the timeline. The contract. We don't have time for mistakes."

"Maybe, just maybe if you hadn't been trying so hard to control everything, we wouldn't find ourselves here. " Her voice was raised now. " You can't bloody control everything Damon. That's not the way life works.

For a moment there, she thought he was going to argue with her but instead, he closed the gap between them, his expression unreadable. "Do you think I don't know that? He said quietly. "I know that. I understand how fragile it all is."

He was too close, way too close for her comfort. She could see the lines of tension formed on his face. There were so many feelings flying around. anger? frustration? something else?

"Then stop doing that. Stop thinking you can just throw money and everything would be alright. Money doesn't fix everything." Sasha said, barely above a whisper.

Damon's eyes narrowed. For a moment Sasha thought he would turn away, but he leaned in instead, his face inches from hers. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice dark and very low.

Sasha froze on the spot. Her eyes searching his, wanting to figure out what his next move would be.

Then, out of nowhere, he kissed her.

It felt anything but soft and tender. It was hard, desperate. Like he wanted to transfer all the anger through the kiss. She held on to his shirt tightly. She should've pushed him back. She should've reminded him that this wasn't part of their deal.

But she didn't.

Instead, she kissed him back, and her body reacted to his in a way that left her letting out silently dissipating breath. His hands tangled in her hair, and he pulled her closer. In that moment, her entire body shook with desire.

The tension of the fight was till there but right now it was overshadowed by something deeper. Something raw and primal. Damon's lips dropped to her neck and she shivered from the pleasure it brought her.

"This isn't right. It's a bad idea," she whispered shakily.

"Definitely," Damon whispered against her neck, his hands sliding down her back. "But right now, I don't care."

And for once, neither did she.

They kissed deeper, that exchange of tension turning into something hotter, more promising, more urgent. Damon's hands were everywhere; it was like Sasha forgot how to think or breathe. All she could think of was the weight of Damon on her body, the heat of his breath, the taste of him, and the heat pooling low in her stomach.

This was reckless. This was irresponsible. Everything they shouldn't have been doing.

Yet it was all either of them wanted.

In one single motion, Damon picked her up and did not take his lips off hers. He walked her down the hallway almost in a trance until they reached the bedroom. He laid her back down on the bed, covering her with his body and he kissed her thoroughly.

"I'm going to make you forget everything," he whispered as he kissed her, barely moving his mouth from her. "Everything but this."

Sasha sighed as his fingers ran over her clothes, opening the buttons of her blouse with ease. She pulled herself towards him, wanting him. As his mouth traveled down the side of her neck and onto the sensitive spots, gently nibbling and sucking, a tiny moan slipped from her lips.

Sasha trembled as she unbuckled his shirt, trying to do it quietly. Damon must have felt her urgency because his fingers let go of the last button and he ripped his shirt off and threw it on the floor. He had such a slender physique but he was muscular; she could sense the hard muscles as he moved over her.

Sasha ran her hands over the ridges of his chest and stroked every bump against her fingertips. Damon sucked in air sharply and covered her mouth with another burning kiss.

His hands slid under the band of her skirt, rolling it off him and letting it fall to the floor.

For a moment, he pulled back, his eyes blazing dark with passion as he looked at her. Sasha was naked and defenseless, but the manner in which he looked at her left her feeling something other than that. Something that devoured her heart and left her hungry for more.

Damon leaned in, lips against her ear. "Say it," he whispered. His voice trembled deep and low.

"I want this," she breathed unevenly, "I want you."

Damon smiled and kissed her again. His fingers released the clasp of her bra and opened it with ease and threw it to the side. His hands were on her breasts, thumbs tracing over her nipples and this drew a gasp from Sasha. She arched her back off the bed.

He left a trail of kisses on her lower belly, and heat lingered at the spot where his lips had been before. He moved closer to her belly with an easy flick, he took off her undies. She held her breath anticipating what was to come.

"Relax," he whispered, and his voice was firm, but soft. "Let me show you how great this can be."

As Damon's tongue hit her most sensitive spot, Sasha's body shuddered. Her hands tangled in the sheets, her breathing released in rapid uneven gasp. Damon teased her with his tongue, tormenting her in rhythm that curled her toes.

Her hips bucked against his mouth, and she let out a soft cry, her body on the edge of release. Damon pulled back, his lips curving into a smirk as he looked up at her. "Not yet," he said, his voice low and husky. "We're just getting started."

He kissed up her body till he got to her lips. Sasha tasted herself on his mouth, and she only wanted it more. Damon rested against her entrance, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Ready?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Sasha nodded, having trouble catching breath. "Yes."

Damon entered her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Sasha gasped, her body arching up to accommodate him. He was gentle, careful, but the passion of the moment set her aflame.

Once he was fully inside her, he paused, resting his forehead against hers. Sasha's heart was racing, her body trembling with need. Damon's hands grasped her hips, his hold firm as he began to move.

He was slow at first then he increased, faster and more brutal. Sasha's fingernails scraped up his back, her breathing coming in short. Damon's lips, his mouth, found hers, his kiss deep and commanding.

Damon's hands moved to her wrists, holding them up over her head as he drove harder, deeper into her.

"Let go, Sasha," he breathed into her mouth. "Let yourself go."

Sasha's body obeyed, her orgasm washing over her with a force that made her gasp.