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A/N: There is blood sharing involved in this chapter! You've been warned, please don't read if it bothers you. I would say this chapter is more of a T+ compared to the last one!
Elena rolled her eyes. She had just kissed Damon senseless for a couple minutes and he was still adamant on his 'no sex' rule.
Maybe she wasn't as good of a seductress as she once considered herself to be...
"Since when are you the one with amazing self control?" she questioned him quirking an eyebrow. It was hard to even phrase sentences properly since her body was still pressed against his on the couch.
Damon ran his fingers up and down her spine. He enjoyed the pressure of her petite frame welded to his. He was sitting on the couch in his living room with Elena basically straddling him. Her knees were on either side of his, pressing them together and he had to take a deep breath. It's not like resisting her was easy. God, he felt like he could explode. She craved him? She had no idea how he desired her.
"It's not easy, but for the sake of what we have, I have to control myself." he explained softly. "I indulged both of us by kissing you." Damon smirked easily.
"Gee, thanks for being such a giving soul." was the sarcastic reply he earned.
Damon touched his forehead to hers and whispered, "It was the least I could do to somewhat curb your craving, love."
He wasn't prepared for the response that came out of Elena's mouth.
"I have another craving too. And you're the only one that can help me satisfy it."
It was her turn to smirk as she watched him gulp. She saw the inner battle he was fighting; it was visible in his eyes. He wanted her and having to maintain distances was killing him as much as it was killing her. Going all super-vamp-seductress wasn't making the situation any easier for him. But Elena couldn't help it. Cravings do that to you. They drive you mad until you satisfy them.
"Don't make this harder, Elena. Please."
She lowered her gaze and spoke, "Sorry. It's just that I'm starving. The blood bags are good...they work, but they don't compare to how your blood tasted." Elena peeked up at Damon five seconds after completing her last sentence. His intake of breath and tighter embrace signaled to her that getting what she craved wouldn't be to difficult.
She lowered her mouth to the spot just below his ear. Her lips softly traced a path to a vein in the side of his neck, stopping there to exhale.
"Elena. We just spoke about how we need to wait until - "
His weak reminder was cut off by Elena. "Please?"
She heard the sigh of both defeat and pleasure escape his mouth as her tongue ghosted over the vein in his neck. The scent of his blood was intoxicating, her fangs emerged, and teasing him was no longer an option. She needed his blood.
Elena sank her fangs into the vein and her world stopped. All of her senses focused on Damon; nothing was more necessary than him in that moment. Nothing. He was all she could see, taste, feel. As his blood flowed into her mouth her fingers tightened in his hair, her other hand gripping his shirt more firmly.
Damon gave up fighting her. He let his neck fall further to the side, giving Elena as much room as she needed. The sounds coming from his mouth couldn't be stopped. There was no feeling in the world to compare to this one. It was complete, utter bliss. Her fangs scraping against his skin and her tongue skirting up and down the bleeding wound on his neck was driving him to the point of insanity. He tangled his fingers in her hair, urging her closer. His other hand slid under the back of her shirt, pressing softly into her lower back. The noises Elena was making told him she didn't plan on stopping. Damon knew he should stop her soon. Taking too much blood would be a problem, but he couldn't get himself to care, he wanted to revel in the feel of their connection. They were intertwined in one of the most intimate manner vampires could be connected in.
Elena tried to reign in her blood lust. She didn't want to take too much. It took all the strength she possessed, but she slowed down. With a last swipe of her tongue, Elena pulled her fangs from his neck and pressed her lips to the wound one last time. She left two butterfly kisses along his jaw and rested her face against his shoulder.
Damon kept his eyes shut. He would need a good half hour to get a grip on himself. Not wanting Elena to be uncomfortable, he adjusted her body so that she was sitting comfortably in his lap. Her head fell to his chest and she let out a content sigh.
Cravings suck.
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