A/N: I don't own anything, neither Vampire Diaries novel series, nor Vampire Diaries TV series. The characters used are created by L.J. Smith, and developed by CW television production team. I disclaim any rights to the Vampire diaries franchise.
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She was breathing heavily and her heart was hammering inside her chest. He was hovering over her semi-naked body, flashing his trademark grin that conveyed all of his wicked intentions before he bent his head to her very naked breasts and sucked on her nipple. She hadn't intended to enjoy it, it was an absurd situation, and she didn't even know how she got there in the first place. But the sensation was exquisite; it rushed every single coherent thought out of her head, probably with the blood that instantly flew towards her core. And when her stomach came into contact with his icy touch, her body arched, yearning for something she did not understand, even though back in her mind an inner voice was screaming it was not right. He, however, continued with his explorations and with one swift motion removed both her jeans and her panties, leaving her naked. But she felt even more exposed as his hungry eyes were exploring her whilst his every intention was clearly reflected in them.
And his hand moved down, until it found her wet centre. She hissed as his fingers entered her and started their teasing. She was hoping to regain control over her mind, but no avail. As he was sitting on the bed, still fully dressed, building up unknown pleasure inside her, a surge of guilt hit her. This was not right, this couldn't be happening. She shouldn't be experiencing this pleasure, she ought to be disgusted! But every time she fought with herself, every time she tried to raise herself up with the help of her arms, she found out she has been grasping the white sheets of her bed.
He undressed himself with inhuman speed and all of a sudden he was positioned above her and she knew what was coming. She knew she had to run away at this point, try to escape it somehow, as one part of her knew she wasn't there voluntarily, yet she still lay there, waiting. She expected to feel pain as her body would stretch to accommodate him, but the pain never came, only pleasure even more intense than before. He was moving inside her and she responded by matching his movements with hers, her primal instincts knowing better than her mind what to do. No escape, there is no escape, her inner voice kept shouting, but every time she heard it, it sounded more and more quiet, until she could hear it no more. And even though he kept moving inside her faster and faster, his face seemed unmoved by what was perspiring between them. He was watching her reactions with a hint of an interest and amusement, but nothing else.
She, however, was gradually moving towards the point when the pleasure was just too much to handle and too much to bear, to the point where it bordered with pain. And at that exact moment she began to fall, not even being aware of the fact she had soared before. The fall did not hurt her, oh no, it only caused her to explode and shatter into millions of small pieces, while strong waves of pleasure were washing over every single one of them. She was conscious and yet completely unaware of her body at the same time and it was all because of that amazing, overwhelming, pulsating pleasure…
Elena Gilbert woke up with a start, sitting upright in her bed. She felt very flustered, her breathing was labored and she could still feel the last small spasms of what she guessed must have been her climax. She quickly turned her head towards the open window and she caught a glimpse of a huge black crow flying into the night.
She put her hand on her chest, she knew her vervain necklace wasn't on, as it was lying on the nightstand, and with a great effort steadied her breathing. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and tried to fight the inner feeling of disgust that was forming inside her.
"That bastard," she uttered.
