Summary: It's been 25 years since Elena and Damon left Mystic Falls. They have a strong relationship, nothing can break them. Until Stefan is released from the tomb and Heather comes back into town. The unbreakable couple suddenly has some cracks. They thought they were meant to be, maybe they were wrong.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries or the characters. This story is of my own invention.
A/N: I couldn't stay away. I am so excited to bring you the sequel to 'Breaking The Sire Bond' (if you haven't read that, you can probably get by without reading it but you should still go read it anyway!) as I feel I tried to develop this more and put more effort and energy into creating a chapter that wasn't short lived. I carefully concocted a 'script' for this entire story and hope that I can stick by it and do this justice.
On another note, while I enjoy constructive criticism I do not appreciate rude comments. I appreciate feedback of all sorts and love to hear you opinions. The way my story develops or my characters are written are just how I do it. I'm sorry if it isn't always the way you want it to be but fortunately this is my story.
So let's begin!
One
Elena sifted carelessly through the morning mail. Her eyes shifted to the wall sized window before her that overlooked a beautifully kept garden. The grass was greener than she'd ever seen it before and all the flowers were just starting to blossom. This time of year when the flowers started to show their buds and the grass was as green as ever was definitely Elena's favourite time of year. She smiled to herself at the picturesque view in front of her and wondered how she got so lucky? Her life was almost a fairytale, aside from the thirst for blood. She lived in a huge mansion with the most beautiful garden right at her doorstep, in a town just outside of Rome, not to mention her handsome and not in the least modest boyfriend, Damon. Elena had a life she never dreamed she would have. She always assumed that she'd grow up, go off to college only to come back to Mystic Falls and marry Matt Donovan, her childhood sweetheart. It wasn't a bad life, but her real life was so much better.
Just as she catapulted herself into the thought, a pair of strong, pale arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. Elena leant back into his chest and let her head fall to his shoulder. His breathtakingly, one-of-a-kind scent filled her nostrils immediately, sending her into a frenzy of arousal.
"Back so soon." Elena breathed.
"Was a quick breakfast." Damon smirked into her ear.
Elena didn't at all approve of Damon's occasional need for fresh, human blood but she wasn't prepared to ask him to stop. Damon had lived as a vampire for a very long time before they knew each other, living the way he wanted which included drinking from the vein. It was unfair of Elena to ask him not to do something he had done for a very long time just because she didn't like it. For the most part Damon drank from blood bags just like she did but the craving for sucking the blood from a freshly ripped open vein never ceased, especially for Damon. He had control over himself and his thirst but he still liked to indulge every now and then, it was something Elena didn't like but lived with.
"I can smell it on you." Elena moaned, the scent of fresh blood pouring into her nose.
At sixteen if Elena had said to herself that the smell of fresh blood on her boyfriend would turn her on, she probably would have vomited. But now when on the rare occasion Damon came home with blood on his shirt or a leftover drip in the corner of his mouth Elena could not help herself. Her panties grew wet at the delicious scent.
"It got a little messy." Damon growled into her ear.
He spun Elena around so quick that to the naked eye it would have looked like a blur. He crushed Elena to his body, gripping her hips in a way that seemed desperate and needy. Elena looked at his blood soaked shirt in front of her. Before she was a vampire the first thought that might have run through her mind would have been what happened or who did he hurt, but now all she could think about was how delicious the blood smelt and how much she wanted to taste it on her tongue and lick it from his lips. She ran a hand across his bloodied shirt, wiping a smudge of blood onto her finger. Elena brought the finger to her mouth as the veins under her eyes started to show themselves. In a seductive move her tongue lashed out to taste the red liquid and her lips closed around the tip of her finger.
Whoever Damon had sampled for breakfast had been delectable.
Damon, having enough of how incredibly sexy she was licking blood off her fingers grabbed her and flung them both into an opposing wall. A picture frame with a photo of Elena, Bonnie and Caroline fell to the floor and the glass shattered. It baffled both of them why they even bothered to put the pictures up when on a weekly basis they were sending them crashing to the floor with the force of their bodies slamming into the walls. With Elena's back to the wall Damon lifted one of her legs so it was over his hip, his hands caressed her bare thighs. Her sundress became ruffled around her hips, exposing her white panties and the wet spot from her arousal.
"You look so innocent in this dress." Damon smirked, running the fabric between his fingers. "It's deceiving."
Elena gasped as he ripped the fabric clean off her body, leaving her exposed in a white bra and her previously mentioned panties. It wasn't her intention to look as innocent as Damon proclaimed she looked but she had to admit Damon ripping the dress from her body turned her on more than she would have like to admit to him. He trailed kisses from her collar bone up her neck, his vampire teeth grazing the tender flesh. He knew how this effected Elena, so as her mouth struggled to form coherent words to approve of his movements, Damon smirked into her skin. Sending Elena into a pleasured state was not only his favourite task, but one he would happily take on for all of eternity.
Elena reached down between them to feel for his dick, she found him erect and waiting and wondered very briefly how he had managed to lose both his pants and underwear without her knowing. The thought was quickly pushed from her mind however as Damon thrusted himself into her hand, indicating that he wanted her to touch him. Damon may have been able to make Elena lose the ability to speak but Elena knew very well she had the same effect on him. As her hand clasped around the girth of his throbbing member Damon bit into her neck, causing Elena to squeeze him tighter. Both of them let out a hiss of pain/pleasure at each other's motions.
Damon retracted his teeth from Elena's neck and licked the blood from her already healed wound. He leaned into her body and let the intense pleasure of Elena stroking him overcome his body. Her tiny hand worked it's magic on him, rendering him speechless and motionless.
Elena whimpered at the loss of Damon's ministrations on her. Damon returned his hands on her body, snaking a hand up her thigh and delving it between her panties. His fingers slid along her wet slit, coating the tip of his fingers in her arousal. He flicked a finger over her swollen clit, Elena clamping her teeth down on her lip to stop herself from screaming. Enough was enough by both of their standards, Damon rubbed the head of his erection against Elena's entrance, begging to be let in, to be allowed to delve deep inside her warm, tight cavern of pleasure. It was not long before she allowed him his entry, her head lulling back as Damon dove inside her.
"Oh, Damon." Elena moaned, her hands grasping fistfuls of his dark hair.
Damon held onto her hip with one hand, the other still holding her leg over his hip. His movements were harsh, he thrusted with force inside her and didn't show her any mercy. He wasn't typically a selfish lover, he swayed more towards helping Elena reach several orgasms before he released his own but he felt that today was going to be different.
"Yes, yes! Fuck me. Oh fuck." Elena yelled.
Her pleasured cries sent waves through Damon. He loved knowing how much Elena loved to be fucked by him. Each cry of pleasure was like a pat on the back, spurring him on. Feeling his orgasm approaching fast Damon weaved a hand between them and began stimulating Elena's clit. He rubbed circles on the swollen bud of nerves, caressing it with his expertise. Damon felt the effects of his touch begin to take over Elena, her walls clamped around him and her hips started to gyrate to meet his thrusts. Wanting to bring Elena over the edge with himself he rubbed her faster and it was not long after that she was riding her high. Damon followed not a moment later, her orgasm spurring his on. He came inside her with a brute force, his seed coating her walls and filling her.
They both collapsed to the floor, Elena slumping into Damon's body.
"That was unexpected." Elena laughed.
"Isn't it always? Don't I always bring you pleasure at the most unexpected of times?" Damon smirked back at her.
"Always." Elena smiled.
It was at that time that Elena's phone started to ring. Elena threw on Damon's shirt and ran to pick up her phone. Taking one look at the screen she saw Jeremy's name requesting to FaceTime and quickly accepted. After taking a moment Jeremy and Bonnie's faces popped up on the screen of Elena's iphone.
"Hey!" Elena said.
"Hey! How are you?" Bonnie responded.
"I'm good. How about you guys?" Elena asked.
Elena studied her brother and best friend's face. While Elena and Damon looked exactly the same as they had when they left Mystic Falls, Bonnie and Jeremy did not. But Elena supposed that's what happens when you're not immortal and twenty-five years passes.
"We're good. Just calling to see if you guys are still making the trip over this week?" Bonnie questioned.
"Yeah of course we are. Damon and I are so excited." Elena said.
"Let's not lie to them, Elena. You're excited." Damon added, popping up in the screen next to Elena.
"Hi Damon." Jeremy said, but his tone was less happy than it had been with Elena.
Damon ignored Jeremy's greeting and went on to roll his eyes at Bonnie and Jeremy. Their phone call had interrupted a possible second round between he and Elena so Damon had every intention of making sure they knew it. He smirked at Elena, giving her a look. Elena furrowed her brows and then smiled, batting his arm. She knew that look.
"Uhm, guys we're still here." Bonnie interrupted.
"Sorry. Damon is being a jerk." Elena replied.
"Me? A jerk? Was I the one who called and interrupted us in the post-sex bliss?" Damon recalled.
"Okay, ew. That's my sister!" Jeremy yelled.
"Well, Jer, you're sister and I were in the middle of re-gaining our energy for round two before you two called." Damon retorted.
"Damon, stop!" Elena gawked, not approving of Damon's telling of their sex life.
"I've heard enough." Bonnie gagged. "You two can get back to doing whatever the hell it was you were going to do. We'll see you when you get here!"
"Okay, bye guys." Elena replied.
When the call was ended Elena shoved Damon in the chest, sending him toppling over the side of the sofa. Damon feigned injury.
"You are such a jerk." Elena told him.
"I was just telling them the truth. They did interrupt us." Damon smirked.
"How do you know we were going to go for round two? Maybe I didn't feel like it." Elena replied, sticking her nose in the air.
Damon raced over to her and pulled her into his arms.
"Because you can't resist me." Damon growled before launching an assault on her body.
A/N: I hope that this first chapter was enticing! Let me know your thoughts.
Review, follow and favourite.