In Temptations path:

Disclaimer- The following is a work of fiction that I obviously do not own. I just borrowed the characters for recreational purposes to sate my Delena needs.

Full Summary- Two years after her father's death, Elena moves to the quaint town of Mystic Falls where she makes the acquaintance of no other but Damon Salvatore. He's assertive and domineering and turns her on with one glance, but he's also a badass with a reputation that precedes him. They despise each other, but are forced to reconcile when their parents begin dating, ensuring that they are stuck with one another for countless hours at a time. She tries to fight her attraction to him, but as their parent's relationship progresses and she finds herself spending more and more time with Damon, she discovers that it's a fight that she'll never truly win, especially since he's seducing her at every turn. Essentially all bundled under one roof, escapades are bound to unfold... How do you resist someone so intensely tempting, you ask? You don't, even if he's basically considered your step-brother...

Rating: M

A/N- This is only an insight to what the content of this story is about, so don't judge too hard. Constructive criticism is accepted, but please don't flame. Enjoy!

Preface:

I strolled down the stairs with an innocent, dimpled grin on my lips. My white, flowing, sundress trailed behind me as I ambled down and through the foyer and living area to the kitchen, listening to the old music station on the radio and the low off-key voice of my mother as she hummed along to the familiar tune.

I ignored the feeling of butterflies in my stomach as I spotted Giuseppe perched at the breakfast bar, rubbing a hand down his face, clearly distressed at something on his laptop, and Damon demolishing his piece of his toast whilst leaning against the cabinets besides my mum. He looked as delectable as ever; his sheer black hair in its usual sexy do and his signature black jeans and taught black t-shirt showcasing his rippling abs. His leather jacket was flung over the back of one of the kitchen chairs.

I grinned uneasily at my mother and leaned over her to grab a slice of toast. I could feel Damon's eyes on me and his nearness made my stomach flip some more. I took a tentative bite of toast before I spoke sweetly, trying to ignore Damon's infiltrating presence, "Mum?"

She hummed in response as she sunk her teeth into some toast herself, her doe eyes bright and warm.

"I was just wondering," I continued apprehensively, looping a strand of hair around my finger absentmindedly, "if I could go on a date with Stefan tonight? I know I don't need your permission or anything, but with you and Giuseppe going out for dinner tonight, I thought it would be best to ask, just in case, you know, Damon can't cope without me and all…" I trailed off, my grin widening when I heard Damon coughing and spluttering from behind me.

Paybacks a bitch, I thought mischievously, as my mum took a stool besides Giuseppe at the breakfast bar, waiting for the bacon to fry I presumed.

"Will you be alright on your own, Damon?" My mum turned in her seat towards Damon, a worried crease etched into her forehead as he continued to choke on his toast.

"Uh…" He stuttered, his eyes never straying from me. He looked livid in that moment, as if he wanted to devour me or grab me and run. I could see it in the icy glare of his blue eyes that he wanted desperately to object, to say that he didn't want me to go out and be with "Saint Stefan", but be with him. But it was too late for that, he'd pushed me away and the deep-rooted rejection I'd felt had pushed me to this -this silly game we'd immersed ourselves in. "That's fine." He lied, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, but his eyes did not waver from me, they glared at me in my proverbial vision.

I smiled and ran towards him, leaning up on my tippy-toes to wrap my arms around his neck. He stiffened under my touch.

"Thank you!" I exploded, disentangling myself from him to plant a sloppy kiss on my mother's cheek. "I won't stay out too late, I promise."

She smiled appeasingly at my excitement and went to fetch coffee for her and Giuseppe, who was currently immersed in his laptop, eyes crinkled in concentration.

As I turned around and headed towards the stairs, I felt Damon's hand snake around my arm, pulling me to him; his grip was relentless.

"What do you think you're doing?" He hissed, the vein on his forehead throbbing, his face reddening. He looked absolutely livid, in fact, I could feel the shaking of his hand reverberating throughout my entire arm. I could also feel the instantaneous reaction his touch had on me.

I looked over his shoulder to the doorway leading to the kitchen, where my mum was busy fussing over the bacon, her back to us. I couldn't see Giuseppe from my position in the living room and silently preyed he couldn't see ours.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I whispered artlessly, "I'm going on a date with a boy I like-"

"You like him?" Damon was officially seething. His grip tightened on my arm and I grimaced. He immediately retracted his arm and took a step back, distancing himself from me. The emotion drained from his face, leaving him staring at the floor stoically.

Grasping at the opportunity, I dashed for the stairs and climbed them two at a time. I could hear my mother and Giuseppe speaking animatedly to one another and knew that they hadn't heard our little encounter.

I sighed in relief when I made it to the confines of my bedroom and turned on my heel to slam the door shut.

Instead, I was met with Damon standing possessively in my doorway, a devilish, lopsided grin lighting up his face as I tried to slam the door, but he easily caught it and flung it open, having, unbeknownst to me, bounded after me. The doorframe shook as it reverberated against the wall, making me jump and stumble backwards.

I backed up another step and he mimicked my actions, until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed.

"Damon," I warned as my legs went weak underneath me. I plopped down onto the edge of the bed when his body lined up with mine. I needed to get away from him. Now.

My lips trembled when he leaned forwards, reaching his hand out to stroke my cheek gently. I closed my eyes to concentrate on not feeling, but it was futile.

"Elena," He said breathily. The sound of my name rolling off of his tongue did strange things to my body and I felt my breaths come out in short rasps now, my ribcage moving rapidly.

And then I launched myself backwards, crawling as quickly as I could across my bed to get away from him. In the process, my dress rose up, revealing a white-lace covered ass. He groaned, in a mixture of lust and annoyance at my trying to escape, and then his hand collided with my ass and I moaned out lustfully, squealing as he snagged my ankle and flipped me over.

"I want you. Now." His words sent tingles down my spine as I murmured my assent. He spread my legs apart quickly and gently massaged the inside of my thighs, slowly working his way to the apex of them. I threw my head back in pleasure, needing more of his touch, his proximity driving me insane.

All thoughts of escaping left me as I focused wholly on feeling.

How ironic it was that the one person I was sexually attracted to, was the one person I couldn't have. What can I say? It's a cruel, cruel world and I'm a sucker for bad boys it turns out -too bad that he just happens to be my mums, lovers, son...

"I'm yours." I croaked, moaning as his fingers slid the racy fabric of my panties aside. He bent swiftly to blow cold air right between my legs, before straightening to watch my contorting face. I shuddered and panted, watching him watch me. "Take what's yours, Damon." I was full of wanton desire, looking up at him wistfully.

His expression was fierce, controlling, "That's right, baby. Mine."

I rubbed my thighs together to create some friction –envisioning his large member that I'd became well acquainted with as of late. His eyes zeroed in on the movement, his nostrils flaring and his eyes flickering as he fought to reign in his waining self-control. Desperation clouded my judgement as I encompassed his hand with mine and placed it over my sex, urging him, feeling brazen with lust.

The urge to keep my hands from roaming his taut chest was impossible to supress. And so I didn't. I peeled his t-shirt from his chest as his thumb stroked me through the thin material of my panties. With every passing moment, I could feel myself growing increasingly more eager and, with it, bold. I slipped my hands into his hair and pressed myself against him, about to press my lips to his when I realised he wasn't into that sort of thing. I pulled him down to lie directly on top of me instead and moulded my body to his perfectly, fiddling with the zipper on his jeans. The feeling of his alert member prodding the inside of my thigh caused an animalistic urge to course through me and I found myself flipping him over so that I was straddling his waist. His hands slipped back under my dress to the source of my need. But he didn't succumb to touching me yet, instead he teased my delirious body; running his calloused hands over my hips and up my sides, palming my breasts. The feelings he was emitting from me were euphoric. I let him control and manipulate my body into the palms of his hands until I was about to implode, my body arching towards him of its own violation.

"Please," I said, retorting to begging –my yearning for him outweighing my subconscious. Without further ado, he threw me onto my back and slipped his hand into the front of my panties, circling my clit before slipping a single finger inside me. I shivered at the rippling pleasure that echoed through me and arched my back off of the bed, pressing myself more firmly to him.

My entire body quivered with need.

My breath hitched when he dragged his other hand from my kneecap up to the inner part of my thigh, kneading the flesh there, rubbing soothing circles with each sensual caress.

I bit my lip to stifle a groan when he inserted another finger, "Damon," I said –needy. We needed to keep our groans to a minimum otherwise mum and Giuseppe would intervene and all of our sneaking around and lingering glances across the dinner table would have been for nothing.

"I love it when you say my name like that." He breathed against my ear, earning a shiver from me. His lips brushed against my earlobe and I closed my eyes tightly shut. "Open your eyes. I want you to see that I'm the one who's making you feel this way –me, not Stefan or any other runt."

His hand was moving at a rhythmic pace, the heel of it rubbing directly over my clit. I bucked my hips, adding to the delirious pace at which he was working my body. Every limb was beginning to tremble and with the way he was touching me and his husky voice whispering in my ear, I could feel the tell-tale signs of my impending release building up. Sensing this, Damon pumped his fingers faster until I imploded, screaming his name, stifled only by his free hand firmly covering my panting lips. I bit down on my lip harder to prevent the screams that were threatening to burst out and could feel my walls flexing around his fingers, my muscles tightening. I rode out the waves of pleasure before he withdrew his fingers from me one by one. I was panting like a hooker by the time I felt him remove his weight from me.

Suddenly, I was lying on my back –alone and without breath. I sat up, my fists still gripping the sheets tightly, like a vice.

"Damon?"

He was standing on the threshold of my bedroom, his hand resting on my bedroom door as he retreated, his shirt in hand. He smirked deviously, "Have fun on your date."

The door closed with a soft click.