A/N: Re publishing my old favorite story. Instead of a one shot, I've turned it into a mini novel. Hopefully not more than 10 chapters. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not won the characters in thi story
Chapter 1 & 2
The dimly lit hallway seemed never ending, leading Elena deeper into a darker part of the castle. She was given a huge fur cloak that swept the floor after her foot steps and the hood covered half of her face. But from the corner off her eyes, Elena could see two guards escorting her, swords ready at their belts. Heavy chains around her wrists reminded her of how impossible escaping would be. Not in a hurry to meet her death, Elena slowed her pace and gazed up towards the sky.
"Lord, what have I done to deserve this? Please save me…"
Elena remembered her walk with her sister just that morning before she was abducted. Had she known a beautiful day would turn into a nightmare, she would never have strolled off so far. They had grabbed Gabriel first and dragged her into the forest.
Elena was so frightened and chased after her, tackling the soldier to the ground. Although Gabriel manages to escape out of the forest, Elena was too shaken to run afterwards and felt her waist being pulled backwards. Her head was quickly covered and she was thrown over the man's shoulders. Elena was helpless, she kicked and screamed, scratched anything she thought would be human flesh. She was later hoisted on a horse and was taken deeper into the forest, away from the safety of her home.
"A feisty one this is…" she heard the man said as he dropped her off his shoulder. She could feel dirt under her touch and she scrambled around in the darkness.
"And you're sure this is Gilbert's daughter…?" another man spoke from behind her.
"Aye, one of his daughters, I'm certain of it…"
Between then and now, she was pushed and shoved in every direction, brought to the fort of the mighty war lord himself. He truly is heartless; Elena recalled rumors of the greatly feared war lord, terrorizing the borders of her country. She couldn't remember a time when her family had ever felt safe; with the men always off to war.
Soon, a glimpse of bright light was seen from a huge gaping door at the end of the hall way. One of the guards knocked on the heavy doors and moments later pushed the door open to shove her into the main chamber. In the lion's den, Elena braced herself for whatever that may come at her.
A figure stood tall facing the window. It must be him, she can sense the power emanating from him but they weren't alone. A man in armor came from behind her, griping her shoulder and pushed her closer to the dark figure across the room.
"A gift for you my lord, the key to our victory…" the man said, smiling in satisfaction. Elena jerked away from his hands when he tried to lift her face up. "Very valuable in our possession…" he continued.
Elena was about to spat out her protest and ready to swing her arms at the man when a deep voice stopped her. "If she is indeed very valuable, why is her hands chained? Release her, Elijah"
Elena watched her hands freed and quickly plot an escape in her mind, but when she looked up to see the man responsible for her release, all thoughts seized. His icy blue eyes looked deep into hers, his beard covered jaws were strong and Elena could tell his face was not a disappointing one. But her fascination didn't last long as soon as she remembered war stories brought back to her village. Lord Salvatore was ruthless, he slaughtered his enemies armed or unarmed, man, women and children were of no difference to him, his troop cleared everything in their way, burning every village they pass. The men coming back from battle field with one less arm or feet were proof of Lord Salvatore's brutal strength and power. They had called him 'The Black Wolf' and stories of him were told to small children to keep them inside.
That man stood in front of her now. He was studying her as much as she was studying him. "Such an exquisite creature…" Damon took a step closer, drawn into Elena's unparallel beauty. He have heard of her beauty, the Gilbert's eldest daughter could bring men to their feet with only an innocent smile, the object of desire for many common men and even Kings. Wondering if he could easily fall into that number of men, Damon circled her, inspecting her figure, hidden under a heavy cloak.
"Thank you Elijah…" Damon stood in front of her again, holding her captive with his gaze. "…now leave us" he ordered before Elijah nodded obediently and left the chamber, closing the door shut behind him. Elena was suddenly aware that she was alone with the 'Black Wolf' and she gulped, gathering her courage.
"So you are Elena Gilbert…." He sent her a sly smirk. "I'm sure you know who I am" Damon said as he walked away and poured a drink at a table nearby.
"Aye…" Elena answered, rubbing her sore wrists that were chained earlier. She watched the man before her intently and then glanced at the door where she knows men are staying on guard on the other side. She calms her haggard breath when Damon approached her again.
"And you know why you are here?"
"Of course…you intend on using me to bargain your victory with my father…so your barbaric soldiers abducted me from my home"
"… from what I heard, you were far from your home when they found you, Lady Elena…just standing there, ready to be picked up" Damon gave another dangerous smirk. "Ladies such as you mustn't stray off…dangerous things can get to you…"
"…like wolves?" Elena offered, shooting a fiery glance at Damon who just shrugged. He had been called much worst. Damon was however intrigued by her spirit and even in his presence, she was bold and brave.
"Your father lead a strong army, I'm not too proud to admit it. Your borders are well defended, you should be proud of your family" Damon sat across from Elena, sipping his drink as well as the magnificent sight of her. Elena hated the way he looked at her and her hands clenched into a fist.
Her eyes suddenly travel to his thick leather belt where a small dagger was concealed and instantly set her eyes on it. Lost in her contemplation, Elena hadn't realized that silence fell between them.
"Well…" Elena swallowed hard; letting her courage speak for her, "… get on with it then"
Damon's dark eyebrow raised and he set his drink down, "Get on with what, exactly?"
"With whatever you do with your women war prisoners. Strip them of their honor, ridicule them and then kill them painfully…" Elena challenged him and pointed her chin up in a regal arrogance. Damon's jaws tighten at the bitter description of him although he expected to be portrayed so monstrously by his enemies. Some of his men did behave immorally in the past but Damon made sure they were punished or worst executed. Those kinds of men could not offer much in his army.
"I'm sorry you think of me that way milady, I personally do not prefer such endeavors…" he stood to approach her once more, striding towards her in a lethal manner that made Elena's throat dry. "…but since you seem more than willing, who am I to deny a fair lady's request…" Damon came close enough to push her hood back and caused a waterfall of lush thick brown hair to cascade down Elena's body. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched a smile creep up Damon's face. He untied her cloak at the neck and let it pool on the floor, all a while Elena's body remained frozen.
Damon gently ran the back of his hands along her cheeks, studying her delicate features. As if inspecting her, Damon's eyes lingered down her body, clad in a long dress her mother had made for her. The square bodice accentuated her collar bones and the smooth curves of her neck. And just below that, the dress revealed what the cloak had hidden, her feminine curves. Not able to restrained himself, Damon circled her waist with his arm and as if she was custom made for him, she was perfect for his touch.
He pushed the boundary more and leaned in to one side of her head, buried his face in her hair and inhaled her intoxicating scent. He instantly lost himself. Elena held in her breath, making her body rigid. In the paws of the wolf himself, Elena braced herself for some unknown sort of physical assault; a whimper of terror lodged in her throat, but the next moment she realized there was nothing to fear. Damon suddenly pulled away and released his grip, retreating to his seat and drink.
Damon was dazed; he was overwhelmed with desire for this woman before him like no other. The effort it took to tore himself away from Elena was tormenting, he willed himself to keep a great distance between them. She was not a quest to be conquered; she was the tool to his war games and one that must be kept in good condition. Damon shook his head; "I'm not tempted enough…" lying through his teeth. Elena's chest was heaving with rage. Despite his insult, she kept quiet.
When Damon turned, a dagger suddenly swung at him, missing his face by inches. He backed away and it took him a moment to realize Elena had taken his dagger. Damon froze in surprise and reluctant admiration for the amazing sight he beheld. In front of him now was a beautiful but dangerous assassin, ready to kill. Her huge brown eyes alive with hatred, she slowly raised her hand higher - aimed, Damon realized, straight at his heart. Elena narrowed her gaze towards her target, taking slow careful steps around him and adrenaline rushing through her veins. Elena lunched herself for the second attack.
The dagger slashed through the air with the speed of light. Only his swift reflexes enabled him to deflect it with his arm, then twist the blade free of her death grip, and even with that, as he jerked her against him and threw his arm around her, imprisoning her against his body, bright red blood was already sipping from the gash she'd manage to carve along his cheeks. Anger sipped out from him together with the blood from his face; "If you were a man, I'd kill you for this!"
Elena screamed as her hands were strained and Damon slammed her against the wall. Trapped between his strong body and the surface, Elena could do nothing but struggled.
Damon's strength was no match for her. After all her energy had drained, Elena was calmer but her struggle left Damon breathless. He didn't know whether to feel frightened or impressed but Damon had definitely underestimated Elena's ability. When both their breathing slowed, Damon saw the fire in her eyes die down and her chest slowly exhaling. His body spoke for him when he softens his forceful grip with caution. But his next move surprised even himself more than it did Elena when instinctively; Damon lowered his face to hers.
It was the last thing Elena expected a man she had just attacked to do and she stood still in shock as Damon's cool lips touched hers. Grazing against each other, their lips made contact and sent shivers down Elena's spine. An unfamiliar sensation swept through her body and she shut her eyes as she unknowingly let the kiss deepened. Damon was taken back at how easily Elena gave in to his kiss and could easily feel her inexperience. Nevertheless, he was enjoying the feel of her body against his just as much as the kiss itself.
He wanted to make her submit to him, make her yield, and when Elena arched her back, Damon knew he had succeeded. He tore his mouth away and studied Elena's confused expression. Smirking in satisfaction, Damon declared victoriously; "Well, it seems that you can be tamed after all…"
It took time for Elena to recover but when she tried to move, she realized Damon had tied her hands behind her back while she was distracted by their kiss. She cursed herself and felt ashamed of her weakness. How could she be so foolish? Her father had trained her and her siblings long before they could talk and in a way, Elena felt as if she had disappointed him.
"What has happened?" a man burst through the doors, not long after that, a sword ready at hand. He glanced at Elena, standing idly against a wall and then noticed blood on the side of Damon's face.
"You're hurt, brother" the man went to Damon's side and took a closer look at the fresh wound.
"Tis only a flesh wound, Stefan…"
"Aye, but it's deep. I will send for Elijah…" Stefan walked off throwing another glance at Elena, puzzlement on his face, wondering how she had managed to cut the mighty war lord. Moments later Elijah came to stitch up Damon's cut; "I'll have to shave your beard, sire," Elijah said, "else I can't see the wound in order to stitch it." Damon simply nodded and Elijah quickly shaved off his beard with a knife.
Elijah blocked the Wolf from Elena's view as he went about his task and as minutes slowly ticked by, she found herself leaning slightly to one side, then the other, intensely curious to see what sort of ferocious face had been concealed by his thick, black beard.
Damon had not forgotten her presence, nor did he trust her, now that she'd showed herself bold enough to try to end his life. Watching her from the corner of his eye, he saw her leaning from one side to the other. "Move aside Elijah, so she can see my face before she topples like an overturned bottle, trying to see around you. Let the girl see what damage she had caused"
Elena could not recover her balance quickly enough to pretend she hadn't been doing exactly that. Color washed up her cheeks and she jerked her gaze from Damon Salvatore's face, but not before she'd gotten the startling impression that the Wolf was considerably younger than she'd thought. Moreover he did not have a weak chin. It was strong, square chin with a curious little dent in the center of it.
"Come, come, don't be shy," Damon prodded sarcastically, but the strong wine he'd been drinking was doing much to soothe his temper. Besides, he found her swift startling change from daring assassin to curious young girl both baffling and amusing.
"Take a good look at the face you just tried to carve your initial into," he urged, watching her prim profile. She watched Elijah finish up his final stitch and washed the wound from blood.
"Shall I take her to the dungeon?" Stefan asked as Damon studied his newly stitched face in a hand mirror. He deliberated for a while before answering, "No, leave her here…". With that much fire in her, Damon knew she would try something if she was escorted out the chamber and into the dungeon. More than that, she sparked enough interest that Damon was willing to keep her around just to figure her out.
"Are you sure?" Stefan asked once more.
"Yes brother. I want her here. She…." Damon glanced at Elena; "…entertains me." Stefan knew that smirk all too well. His brother never turned down a challenge. If anything, it excites him even more and Stefan was concern for him and Elena's safety. He also knew that Damon will always get his way.
"Very well, but I suggest you sleep with one eye open, brother" with that Stefan and Elijah exited the chamber, leaving Elena to fend for herself. It was silent; Elena stood facing Damon who was deciding what to do with her. "You will make a fine soldier Elena. But if you are as so foolish to try anything like that again, I will not hesitate to slay you where you stand" his voice was calm but his warning was clear. Elena gulped and nodded slowly.
He then cut the ropes from her hands and gave a smile that told her she was free to do as she pleased. "Have you eaten milady?" he gestured towards a table where bread and variety of fruits sprawled. He was considerably relaxed, as if nothing had happened moments ago and Elena was weary.
"A drink perhaps…" he offered again when Elena said nothing.
"You could share my bed tonight If you'd like" Damon added to get a response out of her and that he did. "I would rather rot in the dungeon than share a bed with a man like you…" Elena spat out, and then walked off in the other direction. "Do not speak so fast. I could easily persuade you…" Damon raised an eyebrow and Elena recalled her moment of weakness in his arms before. She shook her head; determine not to be provoked, as it was clearly what he was trying to do.
"I am of no use to you, Lord Salvatore. My father will not come to my rescue, let alone allow me jeopardize his battles. Nothing will stop him…" Elena stared out the window and remembered his father's unlimited commitment to defending the country.
"What kind of father will not save his own daughter? Do not worry yourself milady, he will show up soon enough, for the sake of your life…" Elena saw Damon grinned through his reflection on the window.
"If you had gotten a different daughter, perhaps he would care more. You see, I was never the apple of his eye. He despises me…" lost in the memory of her childhood, Elena carried on. "He said I was a troublemaker, a hard headed girl and the faster I was married off, the better." She remembered the way John Gilbert had looked at her, most time with disappointment. " But when war broke, marriage was not a priority for most men. Everyone was just living each day trying not to get killed."
Without intending to share so much, Elena snapped out of her trance and spun around to discover Damon's close proximity to her. She was about to push him away when she saw a glimpse of understanding in his eyes. Could it be he has empathy for her? She was skeptical when he reached to caress her hair with a soft expression that Elena had never thought he was capable of.
Elena was suddenly aware of him as a handsome, virile male. And he was handsome, clean shaven, he had a rugged, thoroughly male sort of beauty that had taken her completely by surprised. His jaw was square his cheeks bones high and wide. Lord Salvatore, whose very name struck terror in the hearts of his enemy – had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen in her life.
"I was not my father's favorite either. He had much preferred my brother..." he was gazing into her eyes now, trying to read her thoughts. Elena felt bare in front of him and felt her mighty walls slowly crumbled. As he leaned in closer, Elena trailed her hands to the sides of his waist, feeling the dagger's handle there.
She suddenly felt Damon's hands covering hers and he made a 'tsking' sound to warn her off. It was like taming a wild horse, Damon enjoyed every second of it as he tried to control Elena's reaction to defend herself. Damon knew she had been trained well to protect herself and it was exciting to think that she might have the necessary skills to match his. He took her lingering hand and placed it against his chest where his heart beat started to race.
"I'm not going to hurt you Elena. My fight is with your father, not you." Damon had no idea why but the feisty woman in front of him was so desirable, a familiar throb started to occur below his waist. His gaze lingered to her inviting lips to her thick, long lashes that fan out elegantly. Unlike most women he'd met, Elena did not bore him. He had never met anyone like her, with such beauty equipped with so much spirit and bold determination, Elena quickly became his sole desire the moment he laid his eyes on her. Damon decided then; he wanted her.
Elena saw his eyes darken and could not help but fall into the trap of his compelling gaze. "I must have you, Elena" his whispering voice caught her off guard and Elena's eyes widen upon his unexpected confession. "You're mad!" she blurted out before pushing him away.
Elena was clearly angered, backing herself away from Damon while he simply chuckled. "Yes, how quickly I find myself drawn to you is rather baffling. Perhaps your acts of bravery had sparked it even further…" he said half jokingly. There was no way he would be vulnerable and let himself sleep tonight, so he might as well be kept occupied. And what better way to spend a sleepless night than with another warm body in his bed. He realized though, that Elena will not be like all the other maidens he bedded, she cannot be coaxed or seduced and her unpredictability would be a great inconvenience.
"How badly do you want me?" she suddenly said that caused Damon's jaws to drop and his eyebrow to rise. He sensed something up her sleeve and remained silent, watching her hips sway as she came closer.
"Bad enough to not go to war with my father?" she continued. Damon laughed at her attempt for bargain. It was amusing but he was not that desperate. Damon went back to where he left his wine and took a long swallow before answering; "No…"
"Perhaps bad enough to let me go?" she suggested again. This deal was even more difficult to accept because Damon knew that once he tasted her, it will be impossible to give her up. He thought about it for a while but shook his head and turned to face Elena's serious expression.
"Alright, what about your dagger then?" Elena was annoyed that he was not taking her bait, but she was sure he would take her last offer. Elena had a plan, she was sure of it but the moment Damon approached her curiously, she doubted herself. It was like playing with fire but with very little chances of escaping unharmed. She stood bravely when he studied her; "You're offering yourself to me for the price of a dagger?" he asked as if it was the most absurd thing he had ever heard.
"That's right…" Elena defended her bargain.
"In truth, I have no need to bargain with you at all Elena. I could have taken you by force any time I please." He gave her a dangerous look.
"Aye but you will have to deal with an unwilling company that way…" She kept her chin up as she spoke. The thought of her naked and willing in his bed, had sent desire coursing through his veins. Damon studied her delicate features, remembering the taste of her lips that he had briefly sampled and now was actually craving for. His instincts told him not to trust her and the deal seemed too simple and innocent, when he knew Elena was anything but that. But since she did not mention when she wanted the dagger, Damon saw that the bargain was to his advantage.
"Do we have a bargain?" Elena asked.
"…and you'll keep your end of the bargain?" Damon added. She realized he was referring to the issue of her willingness, and her hesitation grew longer. Soon enough, she nodded silently. A meaningful smirk slowly appeared across his face and he walked towards the bed, stopping beside it. Softening his voice, Damon stood, extending his hand to her. "Come here Elena"
Her knees quaking violently, she walked over to him. Hesitantly, she placed her cold hand in his warm palm, watching as his long fingers closed around hers. She found a strange reassurance in the warmth of his grip and the compelling look in his eyes.
And when his arms encircled her, drawing her against his hard, muscular body, and his parted lips touched hers, her conscience went silent. His tongue slid across her lips, urging them to part, insisting and the moment they did, it plunged into her mouth. His hands glided restlessly, possessively, up and down her back, her breasts and pressing her tightly to him.
Elena felt herself falling into a dizzying abyss of sensuality and awakening passion. In some distant part of her mind, she felt her gown falling away, and then the brush of his palms against her swollen breasts, the sudden increase of ardor in each of his searing kisses. Arms like bands of steel surrounded her, lifting her, cradling her and then she was being carried to the bed and gently laid down upon the cold sheets. Suddenly the warmth and security of his arms, body and mouth withdrew.
Surfacing slowly from the dreamlike daze where she had sought refuge from the reality of what she was doing, Elena felt cool air brushing against her skin and her eyelids opened. Damon was standing beside the bed, removing his clothing and a tremor of alarmed admiration ran through her. In the glow of firelight, the muscle in his arms, shoulders and thighs rippled as he undressed. His movement slowed abruptly to emphasize his move of taking his dagger and placing it on the side of the bed.
Elena's gaze followed his actions, her eyes set on her prize but reminding herself to keep her end of the deal throughout her plan. When her gaze fell on his aching member, proudly erected as proof of his desire for her, she turned her head away in embarrassment. Swallowing a knot of fear, her fingers clutched the edge of the sheet, using it to partially cover herself as he removed the last piece of clothing.
The bed sank beneath his weight , stretching out on his side, he brushed a kiss against her ear and gently pushed aside the sheet. He grasped her chin gently, turning her face towards him and whispered, "Open your eyes Elena…" Elena gathered her courage and found herself staring into seductive blue eyes that held her imprisoned. The first light stroking touch of his lips sent pleasure streaking through her entire body, momentarily paralyzing her, but not for long.
From the corner of his eye, Damon saw her hand slowly reached for the dagger at the side of the bed while she continued returning his kiss. The danger and the desire intertwining in the situation left him more alert and he felt Elena positioning the dagger between their bodies, just below his chin. She was ready to slit his throat but when his face lifted to study her, he saw that her plan had backfired. Her breathing was harsh and rapid, she felt as if she would surely melt from the molten desire pulsing through her. She had not expected to feel so intoxicated, but in the state she was in, being willing in his arms but wanting to slay him at the same time, was next to impossible. He sensed that she was torn, balancing between killing him or giving in to the tenderness of his touch. It was like handling a venomous snake, where a single wrong move could end his life.
His heart pounded harder against his chest at the sheer erotic danger laid just beneath him, in the form of an angle. Forgetting the existence of the dagger poised at his throat, his breath caught as he beheld her and all her naked splendor. A blush stained her sanity skin from her hair to her toes as he gazed upon the exquisite perfection of her lush, rosy-tipped breasts, tiny waist, gently rounded hips, and long shapely legs. Without thinking, he voiced his thoughts aloud, "Have you any idea how beautiful you are?" he whispered huskily, his gaze sweeping slowly upward to her enchanting face. She held his gaze, uncertainty in her eyes. Despite the dagger pressed firmly against his neck, Damon took a leap of chance and slowly lowered his head to reunite their lips that have grown hungry for each other.
She offered him her parted lips, moving them against his, kissing him as passionately as he was kissing her. He groaned with pleasure and deepened the kiss; his hands circled her waist bringing her into vibrant contact with his rigid erection. Kissed into insensibility, she could feel the dagger slowly fall away from his throat, out of her grip and fell to the floor beside the bed, signifying her complete surrender to him. All restrain left her as her hand slid up the bunched muscles of his chest and shoulder and then slid around his neck.
His raging desire increased a hundred times by her touch. Shoving his fingers into her heavy, silken hair, he rolled her onto her back. "Elena…" he groaned hoarsely, devouring her lips again in a bruising kiss. "Elena…" he whispered again and again. And the sound of her name, the hoarseness of his voice affected Elena as vibrantly as the things he began doing to her. his mouth went to her breast, teasing the taut nipple, then closing tightly around it, sucking hard, until Elena was gasping, arching her back, clasping his head to her breast. His hands shifted, gliding down her midriff to her waist, then lower to her thighs.
Reflexively, she clamped her legs together and a muffled, groaning laugh escaped him as his lips returned to hers. "You've never feared me before. Don't begin now." he whispered hotly, his fingers delicately probing amidst the triangle between her thighs, seeking entrance. "It won't hurt". She responded to the need in his voice that matches the need that had been burning in her. With a conscious effort, she forced the muscles in her legs to relax, and the moment she did, his knowledgeable fingers parted her folds, slipping deep inside her wet warmth, tenderly and skillfully pleasuring her, preparing her to receive him.
Clutching him to her, her face buried against his corded neck, Elena felt as if her body was on fire, melting and flowing, and a sob of startled pleasure escaped her. Just when she thought she would surely explode from the feeling building inside her, Damon's knee parted her thighs and he moved to position over her. Elena opened her eyes and saw him poised above her, his face was hard and dark with passion.
His hands went beneath her, cupping her bottom, lifting her hips to receive him; she felt his hot hardness probing her entrance. A shudder shook him as she surrendered in his arms and he inched his throbbing shaft into her incredibly warm, tight core, uncertain of how much pain he was going to cause her. His skilful fingers had eased her passage and he felt her silken warmth tightly sheathing him, expanding to encase him. Twisted into knots of desire, his heart beating painfully, he eased himself into her until he finally reached the fragile barrier of her virginity.
He withdrew by inches and shifted forward again and then withdrew, ready to breach the barrier, desperate to bury himself inside her. With a gentle kiss to her temple as a way to apologize for the pain he was about to cause her, he drove full length into her, hearing her gasp of pain as her arm tightened. Damon waited for her pain to subside and then he began moving inside her, gently sliding upward and withdrawing, entering deeper each time, withdrawing further, his body fully aroused and desperate, his will straining for control. He circled his hips against hers, his passion tripled by her soft moans and her hand gliding to his hips, clasping him to her.
Switching to deep, rhythmic thrusts, he plunged into her and felt her clasped around his swollen member, sheathing him. Stabs of desire were jarring Elena's body and she moved with him, mindlessly seeking something she sensed he was trying to give her, and coming closer and closer to it as he quickened his driving, insistent strokes.
The pulsing deep inside her suddenly exploded in a wild burst of pleasure that racked her body with endless waves of sensation. Her spasms clasped him, clenching and pulling against his engorged manhood. Damon wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding perfectly still to increase her pleasure, his breath coming in fast, deep pants against her cheeks.
He waited until they subsided, and then he drove into her, no longer able to control the force of his thrusts, his whole body jerking convulsively again and again as his warm seeds spurted into her. His elbows shakily buckled from exhaustion and he rested on top of her. Elena's limbs felt boneless, her senses were heightened and a tingling feeling ran all over her body. Their heavy breathing mingled in the air as their heart beats thudded against each other.
She felt a tender kiss landed on her forehead before his weight was taken off her. Lost in the unfamiliar but magnificent feeling she was experiencing, Elena's eyelids grew heavy and soon she fell asleep.
