"Give in to me, Elena" A seductive voice purred into her ear. A hand reached out dragging her face back to his. His tongue danced out from behind his lips and softly grazed her plump ones. She fell against his touch, lips parted, craving more. Resisting and falling at the same time. She backpedaled, lust laced into her eyes, while her breathes came out in shallow gasps. He grasped her wrist, stopping her getaway, and slowly dragging his hand down to hers entwining it.

"Stop fighting me" He all but growled. He brought his moist lips down to her neck. Sucking and licking, her neck burned from the wetness of the kisses, stirring a want deep inside her. Stefan was never this persistent when he was tying to seduce her. On second thought, he never tried to seduce her. He kissed his way up to the corner of her mouth, waiting a beat before gently brushing over her own. He was waiting for acceptance.

She lifted her lips to his in haste. The product of there lips on lips was unexplainable. It was as if fire had been poured down, igniting a switch of passion she didnt know she had in her. Her mouth opened wider as he slid his tongue in. It was as if she couldnt get enough. His tongue was the flame and she was the fuse. With the encouragement and hottness of the kiss, he walked until she was molded between the wall and his body, never breaking from each others lips.

She couldn't get enough. Her hands tore through his ruffled hair, while his were busy trailing up and down her hips. Her knees were trembling from the intensity. Moans were being echoed through the room, panting. He hooked his hands around her shaking legs, wrapping them slowly around his waist. She squeezed her legs tighter around him, getting a moan of approval from him. His fingers danced over her skin. She could just imagine there skin on each other, the heat radiating from there bodies, as they moved in sinc.

"Elena.." Stefan moaned her name. When did Stefan get so sexy? She brought her eyes up to his looking for his leaf green pureness. Instead she was met with icy blue eyes that were melting from the fire ignited between them. They were black with lust, hungry. She backpedaled again. The wheels in her head were slowly churning to match a name with those eyes. Her eyes cast down to his lips which were pulled up into a naughty smirk. She gasped, unhooking her legs from him, trying to get as much space between them as possible.

"Damon!" The accusation left her lips in a gasp of dissaproval. How could she just fall into his trap like that? She was stronger then that.

"Come on, princess. We were just getting started " He wiggled his eyebrows at her, dragging her toward him from the loops in her jeans. And she let him. He grinded his hips against hers, smirking at the obvious desire in her eyes.

"Why deny something you so clearly desire?"

She woke up in a start, gasping for breath, surrounded in sweat. She looked around the room in desperation and she realized with a sigh of relief that she was still in her room. The dream sunk into her, was she really dreaming of Damon? It couldn't be. Damon Salvatore was off liimits. Not only was that her ex-boyfriends brother, but he was the complete untouchable bad boy in town. They weren't even friends. Yet she knew what they were, both of them.

Back when Stefan and her had been dating she had figured out there secret. They were vampires. She never spilled the beans, and she knew Stefan meant her no harm. They ended on an okay note when one of his vampire friends of the past had come back and feelings had resurfaced. Maybe it wasnt okay okay. But she knew he'd never hurt her, physcally.

Damon was a completely different story. She secretly feared him but never let her smooth facade fall when he was around. Which wasn't often, he avoided her mostly, referring to her as his brothers girl. They had had some small interactions, usually him teasing her but other then that they were strangers.

So why the hell had she just dreamt that about him?

She shook her head trying to shake the dream. She hopped out of bed to get ready for school, throwing on some jeans, shirt, and leather jacket. Grabbing a pop tart as she rushed out the house running late from being shell-shocked from her steamy dream. The memory replaying in her head, she crashed into something hard.

A body.

She looked up and her jaw practically hit the floor and for a second she thought of the possiblilty that she was still dreaming. In front of her, stood none other then Damon Salvatore. She one uped him drinking in his form. His raven-black hair complimented and contrasted his blue-grey eyes, as if they were orbs. His regular clothing attire included lots of black and leather. But boy did he look good in it. And that mouth was curled up into a wicked smirk. The smile, again, is what snapped her out of it. Had she really just been ogling at Damon Salvatore? Memorys of the dream came back and she blushed, feeling as if he could read what was on her mind. She decided it was time to pull herself together.

"Can I help you?" She quipped. His grin widened at her obvious attitude. He didn't care much for the girl. She was pretentious and self-righteous, where was the fun in that? One of the many obvious and borng reasons as to why she used to date his brother. In contrast to that, she had a spark in her, a fire, that flared every once in a while. Espeaclly around him, and he loved to spark that fuse.

"I don't know, can you?" Damon molded her against the door of her home. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sudden closeness and tried to reign in her riled emotions. He loved those moments when she brought out her inner dark side. Something he knew he could awaken in her. He wanted her. Her oblivion to the plans he has in store for them brings a smirk to his god-like face.

"What are you doing?"

"What ever do you mean, Elena?" He was baiting her, she analyzed. His eyes flickered with some deep dark emotion. She gave him a pointed look, giving him a shove. She took the moment to take him in, he had on the usual, black on black. His blue eyes jumped out at her in contrast to his raven hair.

"Don't do that. Don't touch me,"

"But you like it when I touch you. Besides Elena... How do you plan on stopping me? Because in reality, I can just... take." Her eyes widened. Her heart constricted at the thought, and a piece of her hair slipped from its place. His hand reached out, her involuntrily, flinching, slowly tucking it behind her ear. How can somebody be so sweet and so rough at the same time?

"You wouldn't," She mumbled, looking at his face for something.

"Oh, but I would. And you wanna know the damndest thing? You're not gonna want me to stop," He had grasped hold of her chin roughly so she could look no where else but at him. There noses were a whisper apart. Too close, Elena thought. Fire flared in her eyes.

"You're delusional," She jerked her chin out of his grasp, his smile stretched across his face. Theres my girl, he thought.

"How can you deny something you haven't even experienced yet?" She gaped at his choice of words, they were to close to his words in her dream. She opened her mouth, but no words came out, she all but scolded herself for being so damn tongue tied around him.

"I could make the darkest of your desires come true. You'll be begging me for more," He hissed into her ear, her body tensed, and she felt a sweep of desire and wanted to hit herself for reacting to him. His sweet breath skimmed across her milky skin, as she tried to compose herself. With a sweep of self-rightousness and courage she blew out a heavy breath she didnt realize she was holding and turned her icy gaze onto him.

"In your dreams," She snapped back. He shook his head in mockery, a grin appearing as he took a step back putting space between them, finally letting air get to her lungs.

"Or prehaps... In your's?" He looked down at her with knowing eyes, turning and leaving her gaping at him. Did he know? How could he know? Oh my god. Her face paled and then blushed as a pool of desire was put deep in her stomach once again. What the hell just happened?

"What the hell was that?" Bonnie screeched echoing her thoughts.