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what the noise is.
    My sleep dazed brain finally wakes up and I’m able to move. Rational sense returns to me and I dash from the sofa, running up the stairs as fast as I can to try to get to Damon. Someone is hurting him. They have to be. He sounds like he’s being tortured, like his life is being painfully ended in his room.
    My heart pounds as I race down the hall to his room and crash into the door, throwing it open and not caring about all the noise I’m making. My eyes scan the room for danger. I release the breath I’ve been holding as I realise Damon is alone.
    His body thrashes, tangled in the sheets wrapped around his lower half, as he cries out tortured animalistic sounds. Calling out his name, I try to break through his nightmare. It does nothing. In fact it makes him struggle more.
    “NOOOOOO.” He roars as his body bows off the bed. “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. God, no.” I run across the room to him, and the need to comfort him overwhelms me. He may have hurt me but my heart still belongs to him, still beats for him.
    I place my hand on his shoulder and shake him. “Damon!” I shout. His body instantly stills. “Damon, wake up,” I say loudly. My blood pounds in my ears. What the hell has him so scared? His whole body shakes. “Damon.” My voice breaks.
    God he seems ruined. I’ve never seen him like this, never seen his vulnerability below the surface. Is this what Spence meant when he said Damon has demons from his past?
    Dark eyes suddenly crash with mine, his chest heaves as he looks around the room like a caged animal looking for an escape. I run my fingers down his face, trying to bring him peace. His hand comes up and grips my arm tightly. I gasp as pain slices through my body, his hold is bruising.
    “Ella?” Damon questions, looking at me confused. Before I can remove his hand he pulls me down to him and buries his head in my neck. He holds me to him, crushing me, mumbling incoherent words to me.
    “Damon, are you okay?” I ask softly. Our bodies tremble together from the force of his shaking. I lift my head to look at him and find his eyes are wet. He’s crying. What the fuck? I frown and search his face. What has him in such a state?
    “Ella,” his voice breaks. He clears his throat before continuing, “Fuck, Ella.” His hands roam my body as if he’s checking to make sure I’m okay. Or real. I’m not sure which, but he looks fearful.
    “Damon?”
    “You’re here. Fuck, you’re really here.” He’s not making much sense.
    “I’m here.” I console him, puzzled by his reaction. His rigid body begins to relax as he realises I really am in his arms.
    “Fuck, beauty. My God.” I cup his face in my hands and watch as he comes down from his nightmare, his eyes never leaving my face. His hands skim  my body up and down my sides, just holding me tightly to him. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me,” he pleads. His pain filled voice shocks me. His dream was about me leaving him?
    “I’m not going anywhere, Damon.” I softly stroke his hair back from his face. My finger trails down to the teardrop scar, just below his right eye, and circles it. He shuts his eyes and breathes me in, inhaling deeply, almost as if he’s trying to breathe me into him.
    “I love you, beauty. I fucking love you.” My heart twists at his words. He sounds so genuine. I want to believe him, I really do, but actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words.
    He fucked me over. He betrayed me the first chance he got. I can’t just get over that. I search his eyes deeply, looking for the monster within. I can hate that Damon. This vulnerable one in front of me I don’t. I can’t hate him.
    He kisses along my jaw and down my neck. My mind wants to recoil from his touch but my body betrays my mind. My core pulses and my nipples draw into tight peaks. A moan slips past my lips as he lightly sucks my neck.
    Damon flips us over, switching our positions. His body looms over mine as I’m pinned to