His kisses are rough and painful and more often than not, he bites until he tastes blood. (Then he bites again.) He doesn't care that she cries, doesn't care that she screams, doesn't care because she whispers his name over and over again when he touches her just there.
She'll play the I didn't want this card until the day he stakes her, but they both know the lie. (I hate you is way too close to I love you.) She likes their encounters just as much as him—if not more—and he's only rough because she asks it of him.
She never speaks the words, of course, but he knows she wants rough so she can deny until her dying day. If he was gentle, if he kissed her softly and took her with whispered words of sweetness, she'd have to admit to loving such a creature of darkness, and the part of her that still knows human rights and wrongs will not allow that.
So he'll continue to slowly corrupt her and she'll continue to let him—because the part of her that fell for Damon understands the part of her that desires Elijah. And he'll smile against the soft skin of her breasts when his name escapes her lips.
He doesn't have long to go.