Hi all! Another story I'm starting. Please let me know what you think. This is season one Damon and Elena, pre Georgia road trip.

Forbidden Passions

Glossy black hair, blue eyes, and that smirk; all of it is too much sometimes. As I try to drift off to sleep, I can see him waiting. I may be able to ignore my desires in the day, but once night falls, my passion for him grows.

I know it's wrong. He's my boyfriend's brother.

Damon.

Even his name sounds dark. I'm lying in my bed, wearing nothing but a tank top and some boy shorts. I lie here and envision what that dark, terrifying man could be doing to me. I close my eyes, imagining him here. His hand reaches out and starts lifting my shirt, exposing my breasts. The cold breeze from the open window causes my nipples to harden. I can feel him touching them. Slowly caressing the other one as he brings one into his mouth. I moan audibly, feeling him pull on it with his teeth.

I move my other hand south, feeling him start to remove my shorts. I feel his hands everywhere, touching ever piece of me. I feel my need growing. I want him so bad. I need to feel him inside me, touching me.

"Damon…" I moan his name out loud, as if calling to him to join me.

My hands move to my nether region, swirling my finger around my clit, feeling the pressure rising in my body. I can't seem to find the release I need. I continue to try and stimulate myself, finding my frustration growing.

"Argh!" I cry out sitting up, angry that I cannot seem to take care of myself tonight.

"Don't stop on my account."

I freeze. I know that voice; you can hear the smirk as he says it. I turn and see him sitting on the window seat.

"Damon…" Is this real? How long has he been sitting there? I start to panic, knowing that my arousal is filling the room.

"Did you need some help? It seems my brother hasn't been taking very good care of his new toy."

"What are you doing here?" I ask, accusingly.

"I heard you call, I came, I'm easy like that."

Oh, god…he heard me. I knew he must have, but to have those fears confirmed. "I don't know what you're talking about Damon, you should leave." I try to stay strong in my determination, but he seems to see right through me.

"Elena. I'm a vampire, but even if I wasn't, I don't think anyone couldn't tell from the scent you're giving off that you don't want me right now." He gets up from the seat and walks over to my bed. I clutch my blanket up to my chin, trying to keep as far away from him as I can. Being this near to him, my yearning starts to build again. "Elena. Don't hide from me. This can be our little secret." My breath catches in my throat as I feel his hand work it's way under my blanket. His hand touches my thigh, and I moan at his touch. "See, I knew you would like it."

"Damon…we can't…" I say this as I close my eyes and melt into his touch.

"It's just another dream Elena. Just close your eyes and relax." I feel the blanket being removed from my body. The cold air surrounding me.

My eyes snap open and look down as I feel his mouth on my breast. "Oh, god…" I can't believe this is happening. It's just a dream, it has to be. I wouldn't do this. It feels so good. I look down on him, his mouth devouring me. It must be another dream, I might as well enjoy it. I reach out and dig my hands in his hair. It feels just like I imagined, silky and smooth. I pull on his hair lifting his head away from my breast, and look into his eyes. I see some frustration from him as I take him away from his task, but I want to taste him, even if it is just a dream. I pull him to my mouth and I kiss him.

It feels like electricity is flowing between our bodies. I cannot get enough of his lips, mouth, and tongue. He tastes like danger, excitement, adventure; everything I never knew I was missing from Stefan's kiss. When he finally pulls away, I gasp for air, not realizing that I needed oxygen. I can see in his eyes he felt something, too. He's looking at me for the first time without a smirk on his face, in fact he almost seems slightly concerned.

"Damon…" I call, wanting to feel him on my again. Yearning for his touch.

Damon's head quickly snaps to the side and stares at my door. "Looks like we're going to have company." He looks back at me, his lips mere centimeters from mine, "To be continued, my sweet."

I feel a quick gust of wind and he's no longer there. I barely have a moment to think about what happened when I hear my door start to open. I quickly move to cover myself again.

"Elena, is someone in here with you?" My aunt Jenna asks as she enters the room.

"Um…no…I was just laying down to go to sleep."

"I swear I heard voices…" Jenna looks at me suspiciously.

"Oh, uh, I was talking to Bonnie on the phone." I say, smiling back.

"Bonnie, huh. Well, I'm heading to bed. You should close that window or you'll catch your death." Jenna goes to leave, and turns back, "next time you and Stefan want to try phone sex, I recommend not showing off for the neighbors, they might get jealous." She winks at me and closes the door.

I get up and close the window, locking it closed. I breathe again, feeling again like I'd been holding it in. I can't believe I came so close to betraying Stefan. I can't let that happen again.

I sigh as I lay back down on my bed. I close my eyes, letting my dreams of my dark prince return.

Thanks for reading! Let me know if you'd like me to continue, or just leave this as a one shot.