Previously in Part 1
I Hate The Way You Love

At the wedding lunch, all of the guests were served standing, except the members of the bridal party. Elena and Damon were seated in a lasciviously decorated corner of the grand hall. Three wedding cakes were served at the lunch, one elaborate cake and two smaller ones for Damon and Elena. Damon's cake was dark and Elena's was white. Damon fed some of his cake to Elena. He wanted to kiss the crumbs off her face, but restrained himself in front of society.

"I love you, Mrs. Salvatore." Damon said while cleaning her face.

Directly after the cake serving, Elena went upstairs to change into her traveling dress. In the privacy of her chamber, Elena handed a single flower from her wedding bouquet to her female relatives.

"I wish you the best of strength for tonight with your new husband." Miranda said.

"I am not worried Mama." Elena reassured her with a warm smile.

Miranda had spoken to Elena about consummation the night before. Elena was not alarmed by any of the explanations, she had heard most of it before from other girlfriends. She had a few unanswered intimate questions but Elena decided to ask Damon, even if he would make her blush.

At the conclusion of the wedding lunch, Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore said their goodbyes before embarking on their honeymoon. At this time, it was customary for only family and intimate friends to be present. The couple's honeymoon was estimated to be a two to three week period depending on Damon's responsibilities in Mystic Falls and the construction of their shared chamber. Damon's best man, George Lockwood was the only person that knew the location of their honeymoon and per tradition he was sworn to secrecy. It was considered to be in bad taste for anyone else to ask about their honeymoon. The honeymoon was meant to be a private and relaxed time for the newlyweds.

"I love you, Mrs. Salvatore." Damon said holding Elena in the carriage.

"I love you too, Mr. Salvatore." Elena said through a yawn. She was falling asleep in his warm embrace.

Four hours had passed since the wedding ceremony in Mystic Falls, Elena had slept most of the journey to the shore in Damon's arms. Damon remained awake, fantasizing about the night to come. With his arms around her middle, he felt at peace and content because he finally had a wife. A wife he wanted. He never expected to find his match, but when she came into his life, he knew she was the one. Damon loved how she was unpredictable and passionate.

While Damon lost his innocence years ago before attending university, he felt the nervous excitement that was reminiscent of his youth. Most of the excitement was built up from the tension between them, every time they fought he could not help thinking about better ways to release their energy. Damon smirked at the thought, concluding intimacy was the secret to a prosperous marriage.

Damon leaned over to the window curious about their location. His eyes lit up knowing they would be reaching the villa in less than twenty minutes. He mischievously smirked and proceeded to kiss along the side of Elena's neck to wake her up. She moaned a few times before rousing.

Elena slowly opened her eyes - confused for a second - then she remembered her marriage to Damon. "What are you doing?" She murmured.

"We are approaching the Oceanside." He explained.

"Oh." She said curiously and left Damon's arms to look out the window. "It is beautiful... It is unfortunate we had a fall wedding. The weather is too miserable to enjoy the beach." She lamented facing away.

Damon grabbed her waist and she squeaked stumbling back into his arms. "We can return when the weather is better." He assured nuzzling her and petting her bosom.

"Damon. We are in a carriage." Elena warned.

"Yes, we are. How observant of you to notice." He quipped, trailing kisses down her neck.

"Mr. Salvatore, this is not proper behavior."

"Hmm? What is the concern Mrs. Salvatore?" He asked playfully. "I am simply kissing my beautiful bride..." He said capturing her lips.

Elena pushed her thoughts away about impropriety away and enjoyed his attention. She gave into the kiss and he noticed immediately. He picked her up and placed her astride on his lap. He gave her a look of intense desire before capturing her lips. Elena lost herself in the kissing and pushed into him aggressively. If Elena continued moving in such a manner on his lap, Damon would have an uncomfortable problem with his arousal. With great reluctance, Damon picked her up and placed her on the seat in front of him. She puckered pouty lips at him, breathlessly, wondering why he stopped kissing her. Damon gave her a tight smirk knowing it was the right decision, after all the weeks of waiting, he was not going to take her virtue in a carriage! It was that risky, considering at this point, any form of encouragement from her could push him over the edge.

With his control firmly in place, Damon initiated a conversation with her about their favorite wedding moments for the remainder of their journey.

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When the carriage halted at the front entrance of the villa, Damon exited first and assisted Elena. Without hesitation, he picked her up bridal style and she laughed in disbelief. "You are supposed to do this when we return to your manor." She chided.

"Our manor." He corrected. "There is no rule saying I cannot do this twice." Even if there was a rule, he would still do it twice.

"This is beautiful." Elena remarked slowly in awe from the outside. The villa was situated on a hilltop with a view of the ocean. It was secluded from any other properties. Elena felt like she was a character in one of her Gothic novels. "The architecture is Roman inspired, but you probably already know that..."

"Actually, that is a coincidence, but a welcomed one. Everything is better in Italian." He teased with a proud smirk.

"I hope we will get the chance to visit Rome."

"We will." Damon said and kissed her forehead.

Damon carried Elena into the villa, she rested her head against the curve of his neck. When they entered a small staff of maids were standing to greet them.

"Mr. Salvatore and Mrs. Salvatore, welcome. My name is Oliver, I will be the caretaker of the villa for the duration of your stay. I trust you had a pleasant journey."

Damon gently lowered Elena down and they exchanged greetings. Oliver provided the couple a tour of the amenities. There was a spacious reception hall that opened to an enclosed courtyard. Elena loved the courtyard, the flowers and trees were impeccably maintained. Oliver explained it was simple for the staff to set up accommodations in the courtyard for meals or tea. There was a formal and a casual dining room. Damon asked for dinner to be served in the casual one because it had a large fireplace. Besides the formal one was too overwhelming with room for twenty seven seats. There was a sitting room with an adjoining portico. Oliver mentioned the study, kitchen and library, but the Salvatores were not interested in an extended tour.

After the tour, Elena went up to her chamber with a maid to wash up and dress for dinner. Her chamber was connected to Damon's. In between the chambers was a shared master bathroom constructed out of marble with an oversize tub with space for two. The his-&-her suite also shared a large balcony with an ocean view. While Elena groomed, Damon took a quick nap on his side of the chamber.

For the duration of dinner, Damon was distracted the entire time thinking about making love to Elena. Elena looked at him curiously and assumed he was tired from traveling. The newlyweds ate with minimal conversation. Damon had lost most of his appetite, he was having a hard time going through the multiple servings. To settle his nerves, he asked for some red wine and she wanted a cup as well. By the end of dinner and three glasses of wine later, Damon was feeling serene. With the last of the dishes taken away, Elena stared at Damon across the empty table.

Still assuming Damon was quiet because he was tired, Elena decided to make the night easier on her new husband. "Do you want to retire for the evening? It has been quite an eventful day." She offered gently.

Elena's question snapped Damon's mellow mood and energized him. He thought he would have to wait for awhile before it would be proper to suggest retiring. Elena was taken aback by the glowing smile on his face. "Yes, I am not interested in doing anything else tonight." He said enthusiastically.

Elena nodded and stood up from her chair. Damon wasted no time and went around the table to pick her up. Elena was shocked by his brute behavior. "Damon! What will the maids think?" She chided.

Damon laughed at her expression. "They will say Master Salvatore is hopelessly in love with his wife... Something of that sort, I am sure." He smirked.

Elena sighed and tightened her grip around his neck as he carried her upstairs. At the dividing doors, Damon gently set her down. "How long will you be?" He asked.

For some reason, it slipped Elena's mind that he would need to know. "Twenty." She said and went through the door of her side of the chamber.

Once inside, Elena instructed the maid to help her undress and undo her hair. Elena wished she was with Isobel, but it would have been improper to bring her. Honeymoon activities were meant to be kept private between the groom and bride. The maid, Samantha brought over her wedding nightgown from the boudoir. Elena blushed thinking about the nightgown, her mother bought her a modest one, Jenna bought her a more fashionable choice and finally her best friend Scarlet from New York bought her a risque one. Elena decided to wear Jenna's, but considered Scarlet's for the following night.

Elena sat in front of the vanity while Samantha went to work on her hair. Elena examined the gown in the mirror, she was pleased with her choice it was cut from silk and lace. It had no sleeves and ended above her knees. There was lace detailing that outlined her bosum.

Meanwhile on the other side, Damon had quickly changed into a cotton nightshirt, silk drawers and loose silk velvet robe. Damon kept rubbing his hands inside the robe's pockets. His hands were sweaty. Knowing he would only get more nervous as time went on, he decided to interrupt whatever she was doing.

Damon walked in and saw Elena sitting at the vanity while a maid tended to her. He swallowed thickly seeing how beautiful Elena looked in her nightgown. He tied his robe's sash to better conceal his arousal. He cleared his throat, she turned to look at him.

"Leave." Damon demanded in a harsh tone.

Samantha scurried out of the room.

Elena let out a gasp at the scene. She scowled. "Why did you tell her to leave? She is not finished with my hair!"

Damon smirked which only made her more angry. "You are my wife. I want us to be alone. I am more than capable of finishing your hair."

She raised a brow in disbelief, but he meant it. He walked to her taking Samantha's place. He gently started removing the clasps in the back of her hair. Elena sighed watching him in the mirror.

"You are mesmerizing." He said seductively in a low voice.

Elena blushed at his leeting eyes. "I am most pleased to hear you approve of my choice."

"Mmm Hmm." He purred taking out the last clasps. "I want to brush your hair sitting down." He motioned with his head to her living area.

Elena nodded, grabbed her comb and stood up from the vanity bench. Damon averted his eyes seeing her full body, but took her hand and walked over.

Damon sat down first on the couch and positioned her in his arms. Once he was comfortable he brushed her waves to straigten them out. Elena closed her eyes and relaxed enjoying the sensations. Damon was complacent that he decided to come over earlier.

"I love you, Mrs. Salvatore." He said in a sing-song voice.

"I love you too."

"When you were sick with the fever, you thought I was my vampire self from your dreams. Do you remember?"

Elena blushed at the question. "Not very well."

Damon chuckled. "You pulled me into bed with you. I was straddling you."

"Pardon?" She asked mortified.

"You attempted to unbutton my waistcoat. You said you wanted to feel your skin against mine."

"I do not know what to say or what you must have thought about my wanton behavior." Elena said uncomfortably.

"Yes, well, I moved away when I realized you were in a dream state. I could not take advantage of you, even though it was tempting." Damon explained. "I have thought of that night often."

"Truly?" Elena asked curiously.

"Yes, I have imagined the scene over and over in different circumstances, more precicely... how you begged me to take you." Damon paused. "Do I make love to you in your dreams?"

Elena blushed even more fierce. "No, the dreams end before the act. Usually the dreams end with you drinking my blood."

Damon chuckled. "I believe any other man would be offended to be depicted in such a villainous manner. I am not though, because I know you find vampires arousing."

Elena smirked, but did not reply. He could be so clever.

"Humor me, dear. What is the appeal to you of sharing blood?"

"Blood is symbolic for life. If you are sharing blood, then you are sharing your life. Giving your life or trusting someone with your life." Elena answered without any embarassment.

Damon stopped brushing her hair. "I believe I am finished. I hope you are satisfied with my hardwork." He teased.

Elena rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her long tresses. There were no tangles or knots. "Hmm. You did quite well, very well actually."

"Good." Damon said pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her middle. "Now, my dear, the most important thing you can do tonight is trust me. You will bleed a small amount because you are giving me your virtue. And when I spill my seed inside of you, that is the most intimate act a man can share with a woman." He said gently. "I am starting to wonder if sharing blood between vampires is a metaphor for intercourse."

Elena laughed at his comment. "Actually I read an eassy once on the sexual references within Gothic text. You are doing remarkably well for someone who has never read one."

"I want you to read one of your favorite books to me." Damon replied. "I think it will be entertaining. Right now though, I believe we are ready for bed."

Elena stood up, she was trembling with nerves. Damon took her hand and led her to the master bed which was large and partly turned down. He took off his robe and climbed into bed first. He held her much like a minute before on the couch.

Damon stared at her tiny bare feet and it reminded him of how precious she was. He thought of how big he was compared to her small frame. That she would be a tiny fit and he would need to take it extremely slow. He let out a breath to calm down.

"Will you... tell me?" Elena asked timidly.

Damon almost forgot that he offered to answer any of her lingering questions. It was the husband's responsibility to initiate his bride into the act of intercourse. The husband was supposed to teach the bride how and what to feel and how to behave. Damon was going to skip the 'behave' part of the lesson. He did not want her to submit to him in any such way. "What troubles you, dear?" He asked and kissed her shoulder.

"How will it... how is it possible you will fit inside of me?"

Damon smirked trying not to laugh at her. He tried to answer her question in a sensible manner. "I am sure you recall the day I pleasured you using my mouth in bed after our fight."

Elena nodded against him.

"We will be doing that tonight."

"Oh?" Elena asked feeling warm.

"However it will feel different this time. I am going to use my fingers to stretch you. I promise it will not hurt, your body will naturally react." He assured her. "As a woman, when you are stimulated, such as with my mouth and fingers, your arousal will produce wetness. The wetness is your body preparing to accommodate me when I enter you. The more aroused you are, the less painful it will be. Remember that your body is capable of bearing children meaning your intimate skin is quite elastic."

"How long will the pain last?" Elena asked with furrowed brows.

"I will take my time to enter you slowly, but when I break your maidenhead there will be a sharp pain that will subside." Damon answered. "I hope the pain will not last long. When we make love a second time, you will have to tell me if you are sore. If you are, then we will have to wait until your body adjusts. I believe for some women it is only painful the first time, I hope it is the same for you."

"Is there anything... how can I make it more preferable?"

"You need to stay relaxed, dear. If your body is experiencing stress or tension, it is more likely to hurt. This is true for any time we will make love, not only the first time." Damon said petting her bare arms.

Elena turned in his arms to look at him. "Can I touch you?" She asked with a small smile.

Damon swore his heart skipped at her request. In all their private time together, she had never mentioned exploring his body. Damon lifted her away from him to pull down his drawers. Elena look at him curiously with wide eyes. He grabbed her hand, she resisted slightly at first, he placed it on his half-hardened manhood. He sighed feeling the softness of her small hand.

"It reminds me of velvet." She said sliding her palm against him. She was enthralled by how he grew within her hand. "Damon."

"Hmm?" He murmured enjoying the exploration of her fingertips barely touching him.

"You have given me pleasure several times by petting me. Will you teach me how to pleasure you?" She asked mischievously.

Damon appreciated her tone of voice and the look in her eyes. His eyes darkened in lust. He nodded in agreement and relaxed in bed getting comfortable. He placed his hand over hers. "Grasp me in this manner."

She did what he asked.

"Firmer." He commanded.

She tightened the grip. He gave her a look of approval.

"Move your hand up and down my length."

She stroked him a few times and watched for his reaction. He nodded telling her to continue.

Damon smiled and leaned over to peck her cheek. Elena continued stroking him until his release started building. "Faster." He commanded.

She looked at him nervously and increased the movement of her hand. His lips parted in satisfaction.

"Move closer and kiss me while you do it." He demanded.

Elena raised a brow, but went up to him and captured his lips. He moaned into the kiss. His left hand moved up and cupped her breasts through her nightgown. In less than a minute, he was pushing over the edge. He placed his hand over hers. "Let go, dear." She moved away from him as if he burned her. She was worried she did something wrong.

Damon moved his nightshirt to cover himself. With a few more jerks, he was gasping in pleasure and spilled his seed. Elena watched him in fascination. He chuckled seeing the expression on her face. She was looking at him like someone told her the sky was green instead of blue.

He removed his soiled nightshirt and wiped the remnants of his release. "I asked you to pull away, because I did not want to spill over your hands or on your nightgown. I did not want to shock you." He explained with a shrug.

Elena was relieved that she was not at fault. Her eyes scanned his bare chest appreciatively and almost unconsciously, she put her palms against him. Damon was pleasantly amused by her unprovoked sudden groping. He smirked and laid down to give her better access to his body. "I take it you are not disappointed with your husband." He teased.

Damon's voice broke her daze and she removed her hands embarrassed, blushing at his remark. He frowned seeing her insecurity. He grabbed her roughly, making her straddle him. She looked down at him in surprise. "I, uh." She said awkwardly.

He grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest. He held her hands in place while speaking to her. "I want you to touch me. Explore me. Please. I have spent weeks dying, yearning for your touch. You are my wife... touch me anytime you want, no permission necessary. I love you, Elena." He declared looking up at her with his burning blue eyes.

"I love you, too." Elena leaned down and kissed him on the lips. She pulled away, kissing his face, neck, shoulder, clavicle, chest. He groaned when she kissed his nipples. She smiled and continued to kiss him. "Oh, my sweet Elena." He murmurred feeling loved.

Her hands caressed the muscles in his arms and she kisssed along the firm flesh. "I love how strong you are." She commented in a low voice.

Damon smirked hearing her words and decided to surprise her. He grabbed her hips and flipped them over, landing on top of her. She laughed at his antics. It was encouraging to him that she was in a good mood. She seemed relaxed and comfortable with their intimacy. He swallowed, moving to pull up her nightgown to remove it. She was left wearing only knickers.

"I will make you mine now." He said seriously and started peppering her body with kisses.

When Damon reached her heart, he heard it pounding. He rubbed his cheek against it. He kissed the area and looked up at her. "You have no reason to be frightened."

"I am not frightened." She said breathlessly.

Damon raised a brow and motioned to her heart.

"I am excited." She corrected with a wicked grin.

Damon was speechless for a second before returning the grin.

A/N: What do you think? I did some research on 19th century wedding nights. "Lie still and think of the Empire." - Common advice to women in England. Be Good & Review!

If you have any suggestions for the newlyweds, submit them in a review. The entire story is taking place at the villa on the shore. Mystic Falls and other characters return in Part 3.

New readers: This is part 2 of "I Hate The Way You Love".