It was very late, and Elena didn't know what she was doing or why she was here. She was in this man's house. The man with the dark hair and blue eyes. He was dark and mysterious. She didn't even know of the things he could do to her. What she wanted him to do- or what he was capable of.

He motioned her to sit on the couch, and she did as she was told. She crossed her legs, so underneath her dress, nothing was as visible.

"W-What's going to happen now?" She asked him, as she trembled.

He came to sit next to her. He brushed some hair from her face. "Anything you want, darling," he whispered against her skin.

Elena moved uncomfortably on the couch. "Kiss me," she whispered.

Then, he did as he was told. He latched his lips onto hers as if it was meant to happen. His lips were hers, and her lips were his. Elena moaned against his mouth as he lied her on the couch. She pulled back after a moment. "Your name.. I forget it," she said, breathlessly.

He smirked down at her, a dark look in his eyes, than she had seen all night long. It was different.

"Damon Salvatore," he whispered against her lips, and kissed her again.

He picked her up in his arms and took her upstairs. She didn't know where she was going; she assumed his bedroom. But thinking of anywhere else, scared her.

"Where are we going?" She asked him sweetly.

"My bedroom. Where else would we go?" He asked her in a playful tone.

"I don't know.." She said, trailing off.

He made his way upstairs, to his bedroom. Elena was amazed at the decor in the room. His bed was huge, bathroom huge. The room was just huge! Damon lied her on the end of the bed and looked down at her, smiling.

"What a nice room, you have.." she said, still looking around her as he gazed down at her as she lied there.

"Eh, it's alright," he shrugged. He moved some hair from her face and out behind her back and neck, so thait her long brown hair was sprawled on the white sheets and pillows.

In this moment, he felt nothing for this girl. The only thing he knew was that she was so damn beautiful, he knew once he got just what he wanted, he might not be able to stop. He knew that very well. Damon leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips, as his hands went up her sides. He groaned against her lips. He pulled back and pulled every piece of clothing off of her, leaving her nothing in her undergarments. "Beautiful," he whispered so low, she couldn't even hear it.

Elena breathed heavily, reaching up to unbotton his shirt, but he stopped her grabbing her hands.

"No." He growled, holding both of her hands above her head.

Elena stared up at him with big eyes. She wasn't scared, surprisngly, she was aroused at his behaviour.

Damon moved away from her, and dropped his pants from his waist, along with his boxers. Elena gasped her mouth open as in an oval shape. His room wasn't the only thing that was huge, and therefore, she liked it very much. Damon threw off his shirt after unbottoning it. He came towards her and leaned down, placing small kisses on her chest, and down low to her stomach and then to the top of her panties. His teeth gripped on to them and pulled them off. He could already smell the sweet scent of her arousal. He wanted her more than anything now, even if he had no clue of who she was, or what her story was.

Elena gasped and closed her eyes, not knowing what she was really preparing herself for. It wasn't the first time she had sex with anyone.

Damon got down to her ankles with the panties still gripped to his teeth. He pulled his mouth off of them, throwing them to the ground with his hands.

His hands grabbed her ankles and moved his hands up her calves, to her thighs, and then to her inner thighs. He smirked at her quivering right underneath him. Damon began as he let his tongue lick at the entrance before making his way through.

Elena spread her legs for him, knowing that this would be different- and delightful.

Damon went at it for about an hour, teasing her, when he realized how wet she really was. He stopped when his teeth latched onto her clitourous and pulled on it before letting go. He hovered over, looking down at her flushed face. "Don't worry.." he said as he plunged himself into her. "..you're gonna love this."

Elena cried out in pain and in pleasure. It had been so long since she last had sex with someone, she forgot how it felt, or how tight she became over time.

Damon pulled out at one time, then went back inside of her, groaning. He started going at fast paces, circling his hips.

Elena didn't even have to think, she went into the rhythm with him. Knowing it was too good, too much for her to even explain to herself. She moaned his name out as he hit her in all the good places.

Damon grabbed her legs at one point and let one go over his shoulder and let the other stay at his hip. He pulled out and plunged in again, growling at the same time. "Ugh.. You're so good," he moaned out as he started to go faster inside of her, feeling her tremble underneath her.

"Don't you dare do it," he whispered down against her neck.

She quivered, not being able to hold it back any longer. "I.. can't hold it... ugh, please.." she moaned out as he pulled out again and let his own ember play with her clit.

She cried out and bucked her hips, arching her back.

Damon smirked and then he pulled and pushed himself inside of her, all the way and then he closed his eyes tight, yelling, "Now!"

Then they came together, in unison with their moans, screams, and shouting.

He plumped down on top of her in a big heap. He didn't even realize it. He lied against her for a few moments, trying to catch his breath.

"Who knew an amazing girl like you would let me do these... would let me have such a wonderful one night stand..." he told her, smirking a bit, kissing the side of her neck.

"I can't believe myself either," she whispered, breathlessly.

Elena had fallen asleep, about five minutes after talking to him about something so pointless, but it made her feel like she was the only one in the world who felt so alive. After she had fallen asleep, Damon got up, to get himself some water. He reached down to take something off- a condom- but there was no condom on him. He looked down at himself before looking at Elena. He squeezed his eyes shut, and he began to pace, and worry. He pulled on some clothes, than sat down, thinking of all the scenarios of what could happen when she wakes up.

After awhile of him getting pissed off with himself and drinking. He lied down next to her, pulling some hair away from her face. He kissed the top of her forehead, sighing. He knew he could never have her now- she was going to hate her as much as he hated himself at this moment.

He fell asleep as he gazed at her, all night long.

Elena's eyes fluttered open at the feeling of heat hitting her back. She looked over and saw him sleeping. He didn't stay asleep for long though. She smiled sweetly up at him as he woke up.

"Good morning," she mused.

"Mm, good morning," he said, leaning over and kissing her lips softly.

When he had pulled back, she noticed something- something different than last night. The cold look in his eyes and in his expression.

Elena tried to ignore, but it seemed that she couldn't. She rolled over on her side, and furrowed her eyebrows up at him. "What's wrong?" She asked him sweetly.

Damon closed his eyes, and sighed, before he let the words out. He knew he wasn't going to hold anything back- he couldn't and shouldn't. "I forgot.. and I might have got you pregnant last night..." he said, trailing off, not looking at her.

Elena shot up, looking down at him. "What the fuck do you mean you might have got me pregnant!?" She shrieked at him, all the anger rising to her stomach, to her chest and to her face.