A/N: Thanks to RockerChick08, for being my 'first'! Many thanks to all of you who have reviewed! Hope this final part meets your expectations.

If you haven't listened to Lo Fidelity Allstars' "Somebody Needs You" featuring Greg Dulli's crooning and growling, give that a listen; it'll make you wanna…wanna. In addition, give the Terri Gibbs' tune a spin, too.

Damon stopped touching her face grabbed her upper arms in his hands, giving her a little shake. Eyeing her fiercely he said heatedly, "You had no right to do this to me, Bonnie. This bill has come due."

"I owe you nothing, Damon!" she snarled, trying to pull away from him.

"And my Bonnie is wrong yet again. You owe me ten years, woman! And you're forgetting I'm a damned predator: I take what I want, when I want. What I want is you," he said decisively.

Ominous silence stretched between them as they stared at each other waiting to see whose will would crumble first.

Suddenly, he released his hold on her, giving her a light shove away from himself. Tilting his head sideways, he changed tactics, eyeing her knowingly. "Alright. You can walk out of here tonight on one condition."

"Name it." Bonnie parried, squaring her shoulders, spirits lifting in anticipation of getting away from Damon.

"Panties."

Bonnie swallowed air down the wrong pipe, coughed to get herself under control and asked, "What?"

Damon gave a self-satisfied grin. "Take yours off and give them to me, or I come inspect them myself. If they're dry, you can walk out of here and the next time we meet, we'll continue on as if the spell is still in effect. If they're wet…"

Eyes widening in ever increasing dread, Bonnie asked, "What?"

"You come with me, upstairs; then, you come with me."

As she slowly backed away from him, towards the entrance of the room, he tracked her, matching her movements. "Oh, hell no!" she exclaimed frantically.

"Funny, I never took you for chicken, Bonnie."

Once again, Bonnie was assailed by memories of Damon goading her into action to conquer irrational fears or to just experience life. He'd never not been able to persuade her in any instance.

Not once.

Well, it's not like I've been holding out for anyone but him anyway. C'mon Bonnie, take the plunge! Put on your big girl panties...or, take them off!

Taking a deep cleansing breath, she bowed her head in defeat. Bonnie reached up, releasing her hair from its confines. Casting the clip aside, she raised her eyes to his in challenge.

"Come and get me, Damon."

His answering grin was triumphant, like watching the sun break through clouds.

"My pleasure, madamoiselle."

Bonnie barely blinked before he was a breath away from her, pinning her body against a nearby wall. Tucking a finger under her chin, he lifted her face until her eyes met his. She licked her bottom lip nervously.

Damon whispered, "Invite me in, Bonnie. Ask me to kiss you."

Damon waited, reveling in the way he could now hear and feel her body's reaction to his words, his touch. He doubted he'd be able to hold out for her permission when she finally answered.

"Please kiss me, Damon."

Damon gathered her in his arms, lacing a hand through her hair and his other about her waist, bringing her flush against his body, his erection pressed against her belly. He slanted his devilishly full lips across Bonnie's mouth. Her mouth's so soft. She smells so good. And her taste-

Damon touched his tongue to her bottom lip, Bonnie moaned, opening her mouth to his touch and exploration. At the same time, her hands threaded through the impossibly soft silk of his hair. In all his years and experience of kissing, he'd learned to sweep in to conquer, not entreat.

Always better to seek forgiveness than to ask for permission, was his idle musing thought.

His tongue swept hers, coaxing her into playing with his. Bonnie mewling in encouragement, spurred Damon to shift his hand from her waist to her ass. He molded and caressed her and deepened his kiss.

Bonnie, so rattled by his kisses she'd forgotten to properly breathe, tore herself from his mouth, fighting to draw air into her lungs. She braced her hands on his upper arms.

"Damon, we don't have to-"

"Yes, Bonnie. We really do have to," he countered in a determined tone.

She leaned her head back and he moved into to lave her neck with kisses, caresses of his tongue and small nibbles.

His hand released her ass, ghosting about her to the opening of her jeans. Flicking them open quickly, his fingers skimmed down the soft skin of her belly to the juncture between her legs. The cotton crotch of her panties was soaked.

Smilingly into the column of her neck, he whispered fiercely in her ear, "You're damned near dripping for me, Bonnie."

He lifted his head to look into her face. "You're so hot for me and you waited all this time? How did you manage?"

Bonnie's felt her face grow warm under his scrutiny and she refused to give him an answer.

"I'll bet I can figure it out. You did this…" Damon swept aside the crotch of her panties, sliding a finger to tease at the entrance of her heat. "Isn't that right, Bonnie?"

"Mm…"

"Answer please."

"Yes."

He smirked whispering wickedly, "Thought so. After teasing yourself, did you dip your finger into this honeyed entrance?" Plunging that teasing finger into her was almost their undoing.

Bonnie released a low moan as her knees buckled, refusing to support her while Damon's eyes crossed at the heat of her and her unexpected response. She involuntarily spasmed clenching his finger in a grip so hot and tight, Damon had to restrain himself from taking her against the wall. Slowly, he eased his finger in and out, coaxing more of her liquid response. Bonnie's hips began moving to follow his finger.

"Jesus, Bonnie! I'm going to take the edge off for you, then I have to get you upstairs." Continuing the movements of his finger, he moved his thumb to press lightly at the bundle of nerves sure to set her off. Taking her mouth again, Bonnie's moans went breathy as Damon's teasing strokes against her clit became more sure. Bonnie ground herself shamelessly against his hand and erection, disengaging from his mouth again to try to gain control of her body's reaction to Damon's ministrations.

"Damon…" she breathed heavily.

"Bonnie!" he gritted out.

"Uhn?"

"Shut up and let go." His stroke against her flesh grew more intent.

"I-oh…" she shook her head from side to side, insensible.

"Come for me, Bonnie!" he commanded.

"DAMON!" Bonnie, strung tight like a bow, was released by Damon, and learned to fly.

Bonnie vacillated back and forth between breathing hard and giggling like a loon. Holding a hand to her chest, she struggled to rein in her emotions and quivering body.

Damon disengaged his hand from her, drawing out a moan from her, and smiled at her, his expression somehow both tender and smug.

He held his glistening hand in front of her face, then licked his fingers, holding her eyes. He moaned in appreciation of the taste of her nectar. Bonnie's breath caught in her throat.

"Are you alright?" he asked knowing full well the answer.

"If I felt any better, it'd be a crime." She chuckled, setting her pants to rights.

"Then get ready to do some time. We're not done yet. Not by a damned sight, Bonnie." He said, pupils bleeding dark in the flickering glow of the firelight.

Pushing herself away from the wall, she said, "I need some air," and moved to leave the room.

"You wouldn't make it to the car," Damon ground out huskily. "Upstairs. Now." He lightly smacked her ass.

"But…"

"I'll be there in a minute. I need to bank this fire. Then, I'll see to stoking yours," he waggled his eyebrows playfully.

"Jeez! Alright, Damon!" she stomped away and up the stairs towards his room.

Pausing at the door of his room, she lifted a trembling hand to the intricately carved solid wood. I'm shaking! Get it together, Bonnie, it's just sex. For him, for you.Laying her forehead on the door, she thought, who am I kidding? Being with Damon will changeeverything for me. I can't come back to this town anymore. I won't see Elena, Stefan,him or any of my friends again.

Bonnie began to have a mini-panic, her breathing borderline hyperventilation. She thought about all her hard-won self control and how it was crumbling about her. I can't, I can't do this!

Suddenly, the air about her shifted and she stilled like prey not wanting to alert the predator to prey.

Damon whispered behind her, near the back of her neck, sending spinal shivers through her, "Breathe, Bonnie."

He wrapped her in his arms from behind and asked, "Does the idea of my touching you distress you so badly?"

Bonnie leaned into him. Breathing calmed, she answered, "No, Damon. Your touch soothes me and makes me hunger, wanting things I shouldn't be reaching for. I can't think when you touch me, even the most innocent of brushes against you have driven me near-insane." Dragging another deep breath, she sighed, "Yet another reason for that spell."

Damon smiled into her hair. "I'm irresistible." He parted the hair away from her skin and laid a tender kiss at the top base of her neck.

"Elena manages quite fine," she stated. "You know, I've asked her about that and she seemed to think that any woman with enough willpower could do it, except for me. She said that I was 'hardwired and programmed' to respond to you."

He thought a moment. "Did she, now?"

Bonnie turned in his arms, with a look of frustration. "Yes."

Damon smiled lazily. "That's why you're still untouched? I know you must've been on dates."

She rolled her eyes at him, "I'm not a troll, Damon. Yes, I've been on dates. Yes, men have kissed me, but I felt nothing. There was no spark, no life, nothing in their passion that matched what I felt whenever you'd merely look at me."

His heart and ego soared. "Is that right?"

Bonnie suddenly had a thought. "Maybe, if we just get it over with, I can move on and respond to other males," she said a flicker of hope lighting her eyes.

Damon countenance grew dark, making her look at him. "I don't think so."

"I think it's a perfectly valid hypothesis."

Damon frowned, showing his displeasure. "What makes you think I'd let you go once I've had you? Now that I've gotten my full faculties restored, I don't intend to give you up."

"But-"

Damon smiled, making her a vow. "Get used to your new station, cupcake. I fully intend to destroy you for other men."

Bonnie quirked an eyebrow. "Well, hell..."

He leaned into her, taking her mouth. It was more a branding than a kiss. It captured, compelled and obliterated her will to naysay him at every turn.

Damon pushed the door open, walking her backwards into the lair of his rooms.

Bonnie moaned when he released her lips. Tilting her head back, he swooped in to pepper kisses down the column of her graceful neck. As the back of her legs hit the bed, she took a moment to absorb the reality of where she was, what she and Damon were engaged in.

She had a fleeting thought. Step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. "No, that's not right," she murmured.

"What?" he said, intent on her making love to her neck.

"Just wool-gathering about this situation. A particular quote springs to mind. 'Lead me not into temptation-'"

"'…I can find the way myself.'" Damon chuckled.

"Didn't know you were a fan of Rita Mae Brown."

"I'm not. I'm just all about temptation and things forbidden."

Damon resumed his assault on her neck and mouth. His hands reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, sliding his hands and the soft material up her sides and over her head. Clad in black bra, he took a moment to lean back and stare at what he'd accomplished. "Beautiful." He muttered, tracing a finger over the edge of her where she and her bra met, mesmerized the contrast of black satin of the undergarment and her heated sienna-hued skin. He replaced his questing fingers with his mouth, searing her breasts with almost frenzied caresses. Bonnie threaded her fingers through his tousled mane, arching into his mouth.

"You taste like nothing I've experienced." He moaned, reveling in finally being able to touch and taste her with the full benefit of his senses aiding him.

His fingers questing lower, undoing the fastenings of her pants. His mouth journeyed south, alternately kissing and gently nipping. Dropping to his knees, Damon simultaneously glided his hands and denim down her shapely legs.

"Lift your foot," he requested. As she complied, Damon he released one foot then the other sliding the garment off and tossing it aside. He took a moment to run his hands up and down her legs, sensually caressing her, as if committing her form to memory.

"Damon," Bonnie pleaded taking him from his reverie.

"I can't wait to get between these thighs," he sighed lustfully.

He leaned forward, laying his head on the fabric of her panties. Lifting his mouth, his kissed her over top of the soaked scrap of fabric. Watching his ministrations, something in Bonnie melted.

Reaching up behind her back, he swiftly and with practiced fingers, undid the hooks of her bra, pulling the garment down and off her arms. Focusing on her panties, he made quick work and slid those off, too.

Damon rocked back on heels and stood abruptly to take her in. As he lifted his eyes his heart stuttered, and found himself nearly salivating at his first true view of his Bonnie in all her glory.

Bonnie's face grew heated as her feelings of vulnerability surfaced. In a feeble attempt to avoid his scrutiny, she shook her hair forward, crossed an arm over her chest and covered her feminine mound with her free hand.

"Surely you can't be embarrassed possessing a body like that," he drawled in disbelief, reaching to remove her hands.

Shifting away from hands, Bonnie narrowed his eyes at him. "Surely, you're not that obtuse…I've never been naked in front of anyone of the opposite sex before."

Clasping his hands behind him, Damon mused, "It's been a long time since I've done any deflowering." Walking towards his chest of drawers, he opened one, hands searching for something. His next words were near whisper-soft.

"Let's try something."

"What?" she asked in an equally curious and distrusting voice.

Ghosting behind her, he whispered "Close your eyes."

Bonnie thought. Let's see: bigger, stronger, faster and he hasn't hurt me yet. I can still call up fire at will and flambé his balls.

Bonnie complied with misgivings.

Damon reached around, covering eyes with a red silk scarf. Instantly, as if she were a hooded and jessed falcon, she stilled, regaining a sense of equilibrium. "Oh," she whispered in relief. Damon smiled to himself.

Guiding her by her shoulders and nudging her with his hips, Damon led her over to an oval-shaped antique floor-length mirror. He stood behind her and ran his hands across her arms. "Let go, Bonnie."

She complied almost immediately, dropping her hands at her sides.

Damon got his first full unimpeded view of Bonnie in the mirrored reflection, a hiss of male appreciation leaving his full lips. All that glossy black hair twisted and fell in familiar curls down her back, framing her glorious curves. Beaded nipples the color of rich dark chocolate topped high, full breasts. The rest of her skin looked as if she'd been carved of caramel, buffed to a high sheen and dusted with golden powder. A small waist flared into generous hips which framed her center, which was covered only by a trimmed finger width strip of hair. Her long legs contained the delicate strength firmness of her thighs and calves.

Moving her head back to rest on his shoulders, he remarked "You're exquisite, Bonnie." He leaned over dropping a chaste kiss on one bare shoulder and moved his hands to her hips.

"Put your hands directly on top of mine and move with me," he said. When she covered his hands with hers, he flexed his fingers and began to move them in soothing circles and sweeping caresses over the top half of her body. Together, they explored her arms, the hollows of her neck. Bonnie moaned, giving him more of her weight.

Damon moved his hands lightly across her nipples and Bonnie trembled. Doing it again, he asked, "Do you like that?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

He continued to deliberately toy with her nipples until they pebbled into impossible stiffness.

Moving their hands to sweep in downward and upward strokes across her belly and thighs, Bonnie's breathing became shallow.

"You are sinfully, silky soft every-damned-where," he remarked in wonderment.

"I know," she answered smugly. "Moisturi…ooh!" Damon's fingertips brushed against her mons. One hand continued, traveling towards her clit.

"You were saying?" she could hear the smirk in his question.

"Nothing of consequence. Don't stop, Damon."

"I don't think anything on earth could stop this tonight," he confirmed, tongue skating about her shoulder, the fingers of one hand stroking her bundle of nerves.

Bonnie lifted one hand to brace herself and wound her other arm about his neck, grasping his head. Angling her neck back, she kissed his neck and moaned into his ear.

Damon moved his free hand to cover her heated entrance, then plunged a finger into her silken wet folds. Her cry of 'yes' filled his ears as she undulated and rocked her hips towards his knowledgeable hands. Her unconscious movements rubbed against his aching shaft, driving him to distraction. Fingers grasped him, leaving indentations in the flesh of his arm and neck. Rubbing her bud more insistently, he wrung a wail from her throat, signaling her impending release.

Using his teeth, he ripped away the blindfold and hissed, "Look at you, Bonnie. Look at us!"

Opening her eyes, she gasped at the tableau before her. Giving a final shout of "Yes!" she came hard in his hands and fell apart in his arms.

Murmuring nonsensical things to her, he picked her shuddering body up, cradled her to his chest and walked over to his bed laying her gently down. Pausing to shed his silken pants, he quickly covered her body with his own.

Eyes closed, Bonnie struggled to get hold of her breathing. Opening her eyes, she looked directly into his and said, "Wow. That's all I've got. Just…wow."

Damon's eyes crinkled at the corners as he gave a full laugh. "There's more where that came from."

"I don't think I can take anymore. You're going to orgasm me into flat-lining. Have fun explaining that one to your brother and Elena."

"Nah," he countered, "I'd just turn you and we'll be able to pleasure ourselves into oblivion or eternity, whichever comes first."

She arched an eyebrow "Would that make me a vitch, then?"

He zeroed in on her neck again, raining kisses there then across her collarbone, eliciting gasps from her. "Don't know, don't care. Gotta have you, Bonnie."

Damon molded her firm breasts with his hands, moving his head to one nipple. Rubbing his cheek across it, Bonnie whimpered, then moaned as hip lips took it into his mouth. His suckled and licked, mimicking the pressure with a hand on her other nipple. Bonnie ran her hands along his shoulders and back, kneading his flesh and at times digging in. Her hips writhed of their own accord underneath the weight of his body. Mouth leaving her nipples, he kissed a hot, wet trail down her abdomen to her hot center, meeting closed thighs. Slipping a hand, in between her legs, he lifted his head. "Bonnie." She raised her head, to meet his eyes in a questioning glance. "Lift your knees." Blushing to her roots, she said nothing, yet complied. Dimpled knees lifted, then opened slowly as he worked his torso in between her legs. Sliding a hand underneath her ass and placing a steadying one on her pelvis, he licked his lips in anticipation and lowered his head to her heat, eyes holding her gaze captive during the entire exchange.

He watched as Bonnie's lips formed a small 'O' of surprise and let her head fall back to absorb the entirely new sensations.

Damon's mouth covered her entirely. Focusing on her opening, he gently tongued her, coaxing more of her essence from her body.

Tastes like ambrosia made to my specifications.

Bonnie' hips moved of their own accord, trying to get closer to Damon's wicked mouth. She reached out her hands to once again touch his hair, urging him closer, harder, faster. Damon smiled into her and moved to place two fingers at her weeping entrance moving his tongue to focus on her swollen clit. Flicking her with his tongue, then soothing with slow caresses, drove Bonnie to near insensibility. Her core emitted another offering of heated liquid.

"Damon, PLEASE!"

He reared up suddenly, placing his erection at her entrance, leaning over her to gaze into her face. Bonnie's hips moved up, just as he moved to fill her in one smooth thrust.

Bonnie opened her eyes to look at Damon. His eyes, bled to back, as he growled out, "Mine!"

Reaching a hand up to stroke his face and soothe his beast, she nodded "Yours."

Closing his eyes, he muttered, "So damned good, so fucking tight."

Bonnie squirmed beneath him, trying to get him to move. "Move, Damon."

He gritted out, "Trying to give you a moment here, Bonnie."

"Fuck me, Damon," her voice was a sultry demand.

Damon's eyes crossed and he complied with her will. "As you wish."

Agonizingly slow, he pulled almost all the way free of her grasping entrance before thrusting to the hilt, reveling in the velvet feel of her heat. As he continued to do the same for a time, her hips echoed his movements; Bonnie mewled with each retreat and emitted a guttural, satisfied, "yes" each time their hips fused together.

In time, Bonnie demanded more, telling him vividly what she'd do to him if he didn't speed up and stop teasing her. He speeded his thrusts accordingly, smiling at the minx he'd released.

Their breathing became shallow as their frenzied hips kissed violently in their quest to reach release.

"Bonnie, look at me." Coppery-green orbs clashed with ice-blue ones. "What?" she nearly screamed in frustration.

Damon smiled, never break his pace. "Who am I?"

Bonnie's look turned incredulous, "You can't be fucking serious!"

Damon would not be dissuaded. He thrust home again. "Say it!"

Bonnie raked her nails across his back and shrieked, "I'm Bonnie, you're Damon, you're fucking me, I'm yours, no one else's!"

"Good girl. Now come!" Damon ordered, lifting a hand to manipulate her clit, spilling Bonnie over her precipice with a strident cry of "Damon, Damon, shit!"

He gave several final, near-bruising thrusts, and spilled himself into her grasping sheath.

Some minutes later, cuddling together underneath the sheets, Damon was contemplative.

Twirling one of her dark locks around his finger, he mused "Maybe that spell wasn't such a bad idea after all. You never would've finished high school if we'd started this ten years ago."

Bonnie, hoarse from their earlier activities, chuckled dryly in agreement. "You think?"

Somebody's knockin'

Should I let him in

Lord it's the devil

Would you look at him

I've heard about him

But I never dreamed

He'd have blue eyes and blue jeans

Well somebody's talkin'

He's whispering to me

Your place or my place

Well, which will it be

I'm gettin' weaker

And he's comin' on strong

But I don't wanna go wrong

He must have tapped my telephone line

He must have known

I'm spendin' my time

Alone

He says we'll have one heavenly night

My fever's burnin'

So he ought be right at home

"Somebody's Knockin'" by Terri Gibbs (1981)