"Damon!" Elena's voice echoes around the empty expanse of the room, bouncing off the walls and into Damon's ears as he continues to kiss his way along her jaw line He backs her against the edge of the bed, Stefan's bed, as his hands work their way up under her skirt, breath ragged as his eyes glaze over in lust. "Oh god, Damon…"
"Quiet," he snarls in her ear as he tosses her down on top of the pillows of the neatly made bed, climbing on top of her as he straddles her. "Stefan might not be home now, but he'll hear you a mile away if you keep calling my name like that," And with a smirk spread across his face he brings his lips to hers to silence her next moan as his fingers return to the insides of her thighs, tracing paths of fire across her skin as he hikes her skirt up over her waist.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she pants as she wrenches her kiss-swollen lips away from Damon's, inadvertently giving him access to her neck as she looks away. She tries to tell herself that it's wrong as Damon nibbles her collar bone and liquid fire pools in her belly. She tries to tell herself that she feels guilty as she hears the zipper of Damon's jeans being pulled down, and tries to muster up some remorse as she realizes it's her fingers that are pulling his pants down as he remains on top of her.
But it's no use now.
She's too far gone, too caught up in her lust to stop now as Damon parts her thighs with his knee and drives himself into her. "Damon!" And his name escapes her lips as he fucks her in Stefan's bed, building his pace faster and faster with inhuman stamina as a sound that resembles a growl leaves his throat. She feels his fangs at her throat, nipping but not biting as he grinds his hips into hers, and the spike of adrenaline the action brings is too much for Elena to handle. She screams his name as her arms wrap around his shoulders and pulls him closer, hips bucking wildly as she feels him come inside her.
She closes her eyes as she collapses back onto the bed, knowing that a smirk is once again settled across Damon's face. Gulping in a much needed breath, she finds the strength to open her eyes. Damon is still straddling her, a grin settled over his face as his lips hover just inches above hers. "If we shouldn't be doing this," he whispers, his nose just grazing Elena's as he lowers his body to hers once again, "why do you keep coming back to me, Elena?"
And then he's gone, having disappeared with that unfair vampiric speed as he leaves Elena lying undressed and disheveled in her boyfriend's bed. It's then, as she starts to redress herself, that the guilt finally starts to settle over her.
Just like it always does.