Damon opened his eyes and warily looked around the room, trying to get his blurred vision to focus. He looked to his side and the sight of chocolate tresses made his heart jump for a moment. But then the illusion was shattered when the person in bed with him turned her head and looked at him.

"Mmmm, that was nice," she said softly. Damon gritted his teeth.

"Leave," he said without any other introduction. Her eyes widened.

"Excuse me?"

"I said get your stuff and get the hell out of here," he warned, his eyes blocks of ice.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she exclaimed. Damon was starting to get seriously irritated. Was she completely stupid?

He turned to his side and stared into her eyes, his pupils dilating. "You are going to get your stuff and leave right this minute. You won't remember this but you will remember having a great night and having to leave quickly in the morning because you had an appointment." He closed his eyes once the compulsion was complete.

"Damon, I've really got to go because I have an appointment I can't miss. I'm really sorry to leave you like this," she said as if the previous conversation never took place.

"Sure, whatever," he said waving a hand. He watched her get up, get dressed and leave. He sighed in relief and got up for a quick shower. Once he was done, he dragged himself downstairs to get a blood bag and a bourbon and threw himself down on the couch for another rounding of sulking. He was starting to get really good at it.

Half an hour later, Stefan walked in. "Damon, you could have at least given her a lift into town."

"Why?"

"Because we are out in the boonies here and she didn't have her car. It would have been a damn long walk," Stefan said in exasperation. Damon was acting like a complete idiot. It was as if he was on auto-pilot and had only a few neurons firing. The ones connected to his dick and his bloodlust.

"Why should I care?" Damon asked and Stefan threw his hands up in annoyance.

"What's this, the fourth one this week?" Stefan asked. "And they all bear a remarkable resemblance to someone we know," he said pointedly.

"I get bored easily and they look nothing like Katherine," Damon snapped.

"I never said anything about Katherine," Stefan said, his expression revealing that he wasn't buying Damon's crap. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damon? I've never seen you like this. Not even after Katherine."

"Yeah, because with Katherine I cared."

Stefan barked out a laugh. "Okay, so with Katherine you cared and decided you had to go on a killing spree to prove to her you loved her and with Elena you don't give a shit and that's why you are turning into a hermit who is obsessed with women who look like her. Right."

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't give a crap about Elena. We had a good fuck in an alley and then she left me high and dry. Why the hell should I care?" Damon growled, getting angry that Stefan presumed to know what he felt. He loved Katherine and would always love Katherine, no matter what she had done to him or what she said. He didn't give a rat's ass about some woman who he had had one of the most amazing sexual encounters of his entire life with and had then left him with a "thanks, it was fun, I'll be seeing you." That had been 63 days, 5 hours and fifteen minutes ago, give or take. But of course he didn't care.

No, he didn't give a shit about the bitch. In fact, he loved Katherine so much he was going to do everything in his power to get her back. If that meant wooing her for the next century, then so be it. He would get her back somehow. Suddenly he felt a lot better.

"So what are you going to do when we run out of women with brown hair and brown eyes in Mystic Falls? Are you going to start traveling the country?" Stefan snickered, enjoying that for once he could torture his brother a little bit. Had he not had a vital piece of information, he wouldn't have been poking and prodding at Damon. He didn't want to see his brother hurt because of another woman, especially not after what he had endured with Katherine. But he was holding an ace up his sleeve so a bit of fun first was just what the doctor ordered.

"Chocolate," Damon said under his breath.

"What?" Stefan had heard him but he wanted to make sure he wasn't losing it.

"Her hair is the color of chocolate," Damon mumbled and took a hefty swallow from his glass of bourbon.

"Really?" Stefan looked at him and felt the overwhelming urge to laugh. "So, you don't care? Okay, I believe you."

"I love Katherine," Damon insisted. "And I'm going to get her back," he said with finality.

Stefan's eyes widened and he looked at his brother as if he had gone insane. "What the hell are you talking about? Wasn't nearly getting staked enough to get you to understand that she doesn't want you? Why do you have to torture yourself like this?"

"She doesn't know me anymore. I've changed and I'm convinced she'll like the new me. I can make her love me, even if it means fucking her into oblivion. She's already said that was the part of our relationship she was actually interested in so I'm going to use it," Damon said nodding sagely.

"How many of those have you had?" Stefan asked, studying the glass of bourbon in his hand. Damon was pissed out of his mind. It was the only explanation for the crap he was spouting.

"A few, I think. But it has nothing to do with it. I've made my decision. I'm getting her back." Stefan decided to drop the bomb because he definitely didn't like the direction Damon's plans were going in. Katherine was a psychotic bitch and didn't care who she hurt to get what she wanted. She was also a little fang and stake happy and he definitely didn't want her around Mystic Falls or his brother. So, he was going to have to run interference. He'd have to talk to Caroline to get her help.

"Fine, have it your way. I'll tell Elena you said hi," he said and turned to walk away, counting under his breath. He only got to 1.

"What did you say?" he heard his brother's menacing voice ask. One to Stefan Salvatore he thought to himself smugly.

"That you can do what you want," Stefan responded, deliberately misunderstanding his brother. So, Damon wasn't interested in Elena and he wanted Katherine? Fine, we'll have to see about that, won't we, he thought himself.

"Stefan, you're trying my patience," Damon growled.

"Oh, I just said I'll give Elena your regards," he said. Damon suddenly felt the blood freeze in his veins. His brother was in touch with Elena? He was going to see her? The bitch had slept with him and was now hitting on his brother. Un-fucking-believable! So, why was he so desperate to see her?

"Glad to see you two are so close. What did you have to do to get her number? I fucked her and she didn't even give me the time of day," Damon spat out. He was fucking furious. How dare she? She spoke to his brother all the time and couldn't even be bothered to say hello to him. She had been seared into his brain for the past two months but apparently she really didn't give a flying fuck about him. And that pissed him off more than he could verbalize. In fact, the leg of the chair next to him was looking pretty attractive.

Damon eyed his brother, wondering if his coordination after all the alcohol was good enough to stake him. For some reason, he couldn't get the image of Elena riding his brother out of his head. Stefan's death was sounding more appealing by the minute, especially since he had started hearing Elena urging Stefan on like she had done to him that night. He bared his fangs, which had dropped automatically.

Stefan smiled inwardly. His brother was jealous. And of a woman he had only met once. That must have been some encounter they had.

"Sorry to disillusion you but I don't have Elena's number. As a matter of fact, Caroline called me and invited us to Atlanta. They're playing there this weekend and she wondered if we'd like to come. But since you're busy with other matters, I thought you wouldn't be able to make it."

Damon felt his heart pick up speed at the thought of seeing her again, Katherine all but forgotten. When it finally clicked in his head that she wasn't talking to Stefan behind his back he felt an overwhelming sense of relief that he didn't want to analyze too closely. Yeah, they had great chemistry but he loved Katherine. Elena was just a seriously good time.

"Actually, I think I'll join you. Katherine can wait a few more days. I've waited 145 years, so I can wait a few more days. I liked their last concert," he said, trying to dissuade Stefan from the idea that he was going just to see Elena.

Stefan refrained from the urge to roll his eyes. He had gotten what he wanted so there was no reason to irritate Damon to the point he changed his mind and refused to come. Though, looking at his face, it would take a lot to change his mind.

"Cool," he said, "I thought we'd drive down Saturday morning."

"Fine." Damon closed his eyes, trying to appear relaxed when he was anything but. His skin tingled with excitement and his cock was practically jumping for joy. He was going to see her again in two days.

"Elena, you ready? We're on in five," she heard Caroline say through the closed door.

"I'll be right there," Elena sighed and rubbed her hands against her dress, wiping off the beads of perspiration. She tried to still her fluttering heart and her raging hormones, but it wasn't working. Damon was going to be here tonight.

She had been surprised when Caroline had told her that he was coming. After the way she had disappeared she hadn't expected him to come. She had acted like a bitch and she knew it. But she hadn't been able to help herself. What had supposed to been a bit of fun had turned out to be so much more so she had done the only thing she could. She ran.

She hadn't expected to feel such a deep connection to him and it certainly wasn't something she wanted. She didn't do relationships. She didn't do feelings. She couldn't. That was one luxury she could not afford and so, she had run. She knew she was acting like a coward but she had never felt like this in all the centuries of her existence and she was afraid. She was afraid of what it meant, she was afraid that she was the only one who felt something, she was afraid that it would change her life in ways she wasn't prepared for.

A thousand year old fae being afraid of commitment was probably one of the funniest jokes on the face of the planet. But that's how it was. She was afraid of being tied down, she was afraid of becoming like her mother and she was afraid that if she gave in she wouldn't be able to keep him anyway. And then there was the matter of being rejected.

Crap! She really was a coward. She could face down an army of shadow demons and cut them to pieces without batting an eyelash. She could slit the throat of her enemies without an ounce of remorse. Hell, she could stare her father's court down and have them all scurrying away in fear, which even impressed her psychotic father. And here she was trembling like a leaf at the thought of seeing him again.

No matter how afraid she was, though, her body had a different idea. Her body wanted him and it didn't give a shit that there were so many logical reasons to stay away from him. She took a deep breath. It was going to be an interesting evening.

Damon practically glared at the stage. He had wanted to go backstage and see her before the concert but they had arrived with only minutes to spare so he was standing in a stadium again, waiting for the show to start. Except this time his attention didn't waiver. His gaze didn't move from the stage once and when the lights dimmed he could feel his blood bubble with excitement.

The music started yet it was still pitch black on stage. He first heard her voice and then the lights started to brighten slowly. These were the moments when he was extremely glad he was a vampire. He could see her clear as day and his brain came to a crashing halt. What the hell was she wearing?

You don't know that I know you watch me every night

And I just can't resist the urge to stand here in the light

You're greedy eyes upon me and then I come undone

And I could close the curtains but this too much fun

The dress, and he used the term loosely, looked extremely demure at first glance. Long sleeves, turtle neck, black with flesh colored patches. Nothing extremely out of the ordinary. Until he looked down. The dress just stopped. Dresses were supposed to cover legs, not stop just under her ass and let every man present ogle those amazing legs.

He was seething, no matter how irrational he knew his reaction was. And then he just had to look closer and realized that those strategically placed patches were actually cutouts and not fabric. He almost sped on stage to cover her up but he knew she'd probably try to kick his ass with those damn combat boots she was wearing.

I get off on you getting off on me

I give you what you want but nothing is for free

It's a give and take kinda life we make

When your line is crossed I get off, I get off

What the hell was she singing? Was she trying to kill him? It had taken his brain a moment to catch up with the lyrics but when it did, he felt his skin tighten. A mixture of jealousy and lust shot through him. How dare she sing those words to a stadium full of men that would probably sell their family to spend five minutes with her? She was fucking his!

Fuck! No she wasn't. Oh, no! Definitely not. She was just a good lay. He loved Katherine. He wasn't interested in anything else except her body. A soft voice whispered mockingly in his head. Keep telling yourself that and you might start believing it.

So much left unspoken between the two of us

It's so much more exciting to look when you can touch

You could say I am different and maybe I'm afraid

But I know how to twist ya to bring you to your knees

I get off on you getting off on me

I give you what you want but nothing is for free

It's a give and take kinda life we make

When your line is crossed I get off, I get off

Firmly locking away any softness he might be feeling towards her, he focused on the song. His mind dutifully supplied images to go with the lyrics. The thought of her getting herself off as he watched made his cock throb in anticipation.

But you don't know but you can't see

It's what you forgive out here for me

I get off on you getting off on me

I give you what you want, yeah

I get off on you getting off on me

I give you what you want but nothing is for free

It's a give and take, kinda life we make

When your line is crossed I get off

I get off, I get off, I get off

Elena finished the song and cursed herself for picking "I Get Off". It was usually an amazing song, especially since she knew that the male members of the audience would be fantasizing about her. But the moment she had spotted Damon, she was the one whose libido raged out of control. Imagining him stroking his cock as he watched her touch herself had her so wet she was afraid to move too much in case the short dress would reveal too much to the audience.

Their gazes locked for a split second and she felt a shiver run up her spine. His expression said more than words could. He wanted her and he wanted her now. Focus Elena.

Why couldn't she get him out of her system? Why was it that two months later she still wanted him desperately? If she had thought thinking about him was bad, she had certainly not been prepared for the shock of seeing him again. She forgot all about her fears of commitment and relationships. All she wanted was to feel his hands on her again and to have his tongue invade her mouth. She wanted to lose herself in him and she knew that no amount of logic would be able to stop her from having what she wanted.

"Stefan! I'm so glad you came," Caroline exclaimed, hugging Stefan closely.

"So am I. The concert was amazing but I don't expect anything less from you," he said smiling. He had gone backstage to greet Caroline, with Damon trailing close behind him. The tense set of his brother's shoulders told him more than mere words could. Elena affected him much more than he wanted to admit. And it was more than their physical connection, though Stefan knew it would take a miracle to get Damon to admit it. Hell, his brother probably didn't even realize he was falling for the fae.

"Thanks. So, as per usual, there's an after party and I won't take no for an answer," Caroline stated, smiling at her old friend. She knew Stefan wanted to talk to her about something and the party would be as good a time as any since all the supernaturals would be otherwise occupied and wouldn't really care about their conversation. She had a feeling it had something to do with Damon, so she was really curious.

She had watched Elena over the past two months and she knew love when she saw it. The problem was that Lena was in total and complete denial. Not only did she completely avoid the subject of Damon, she got downright scary when Caroline had tried pushing. That was never like Elena.

Oh, it wasn't the first time Caroline had seen her friend sleep with someone but it was the first time she was so closed-lipped about it. The fact that she'd catch her staring off into space more often than not was another clear signal that the fae was falling for the vampire. Caroline grinned. This was going to be fun.

"I wouldn't have dreamed of saying no," Stefan said with a laugh.

"Where's Damon?" Caroline asked, craning her neck.

"He was right behind me," Stefan said turning around to look for his brother.

Damon was hiding in the shadows, waiting for her to come out. He was trying to resist the temptation to tear the place apart to find her. His brain had shut down completely and all he could think about was having her in his arms again. He didn't care what it meant. All he knew was he needed to feel her silky skin, to see her look at him with those doe eyes filled with lust, to watch her come apart in his arms, to hear her beg him to fuck her.

His nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth, trying to get himself under control. There were too many people here for him to allow himself to let go. Hell, he was probably too unstable to even be in the same room with Elena right now. He was being torn apart by jealousy, rage and lust. And then he saw her and the world fell away.

She was exquisite. More beautiful than he remembered and all he wanted was to grab her and kiss her until she couldn't breathe anymore. So, why was he waiting? Since when did he give a damn about everyone watching them? The only thing that kept him rooted to the spot was the fact that she might reject him and he didn't think he could take it.

After all, she hadn't invited him here so maybe she didn't want to see him again. Maybe he had just been a one night stand for her and they were going to have a seriously awkward meeting. What the hell was going on with him? When did he ever feel insecure about women? Even Katherine hadn't made him feel like this.

So, Damon did the only thing he could. He buried his emotions and stalked over to her. Without a word, he grabbed hold of a shocked Elena and crashed his mouth against hers. Her body immediately softened, molding to his, and with a moan her lips parted, welcoming him into the hot cavern of her mouth.

He breathed her in and when her tongue stroked against his he felt a groan work its way out of his chest. Fuck, what the hell was this woman doing to him? When her hands fisted his hair to keep him still as she attacked his mouth with a vengeance, he slowly felt his control slipping away.

Stefan clearing his throat did nothing to derail him from his purpose. He was going to have her. He needed to have her.

It took Caroline's "Would you two get a room, already," to break them apart. They stared at each other in shock, neither able to believe how they had reacted to the other. In public, no less.

"Hi," he said, his voice hoarse, his fists bunched by his sides. He was convinced she wouldn't appreciate being manhandled any further in front of everyone else and the last thing he wanted was for her to disappear again. Especially now when his cock was begging for her attention.

"Hi," she said breathlessly and a smirk curled his lips. Well, she was definitely not immune to him.

"Come on you two, we have a party to get to," Caroline said breaking the spell.

Elena dragged her gaze away from Damon, feeling slightly dizzy. Of all the greetings she had imagined from Damon, this was the last one she had imagined. Part of her wondered if she shouldn't be angry with him. Angry that he would presume to plant one on her without even saying hello but then again she was no hypocrite. Not only was it exactly what she had wanted and had thought of every minute of every day since she had last seen him, the fact that he couldn't control himself around her made her tingle all over.

She only had one serious problem now. How the hell was she going to keep her hands off him for the rest of the night? It certainly didn't help that he was projecting again. The man had some serious fantasies going on and she was eager to try out each and every one of them.

Damon moved behind her and a shiver coursed through her body. She started counting in her head, trying to remind herself why she had to go to the damn party.

"Do you really want to go?" Damon whispered right in her ear. She curled her fists, her nails digging into her skin. "I'd much rather have you at my mercy. You left me before I had a chance to properly sample that divine taste of yours and I find I'm rather famished," he continued and her nails dug harder into her skin, drawing blood. She heard Damon's swift intake of breath and the scent that suddenly permeated the air but she couldn't help it. It was his fault for projecting an image of her tied to a bed while he lapped at her cunt until she screamed in ecstasy.

She looked up and saw both Caroline and Stefan trying to look everywhere except at them, clearly uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and loosened a tendril of power, allowing it to envelope her and mask the powerful scent of her blood. The two vampires in front of her visibly relaxed.

That had been stupid. She knew it was hard for Caroline to control her bloodlust since she was so young but fae blood was thousands of times more potent than human blood. Even though a vampire couldn't even hope to hurt her, especially one so young, Caroline was her friend and she didn't like making her feel uncomfortable.

"So, are we getting out of here or what?" Damon asked softly, his voice laced with desire.

"I have to go to this party," Elena said in what she hoped was a relatively level voice. "It's a public relations thing and Elijah will kill me if I don't show," she explained. Damon's disappointment was palpable and she could feel it, even if he was standing behind her. Probably because it mirrored her own. "But we don't have to stay long," she amended.

"Then let's get going. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave," he said, nuzzling her neck. She almost laughed at how quickly his demeanor changed.

Damon was leaning against a pillar in the club where the party was being held, a bourbon in one hand and smirked at the similarity of the situation to the last time he had seen Elena. She was being dragged by Elijah from one group of people to the next, smiling, thanking people for their praise and generally being amazingly charming as she kept up the façade of the very human and highly successful rock star. Which reminded him that he still had no idea what she was. He would have to rectify that tonight.

However, there was one major difference tonight. He knew she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. This time he was waiting for her and she would be coming to him. He wasn't here on his own, cruising the bars for a willing partner that he'd never see again. And even though there was nothing more between them than sex, he found he liked the idea of seeing her again, of being in bed with someone he knew, of waking up with someone without it being the result of too much alcohol.

He continued to watch her, ignoring all the women trying to gain his attention. She was with another group and was smiling in thanks when she glanced up, straight at him. Her lips curled into a small smile, a smile meant only for him and a warm feeling of satisfaction took root in his chest. He decided he liked the feeling.

He winked at her and her smile grew. She mouthed "soon" to him and Damon was suddenly struck by the familiarity of the small exchange. It was what he had seen other lovers do. The small smiles, the little gestures, and he was sharing them with a woman he had only met once before. It was certainly not something he envisioned Katherine doing. She was too self-centered to care about anyone else except herself. And yet he still loved her. Didn't he?

Damon watched as Elena excused herself and walked over to him, her hips swinging suggestively. He really, really hated that damn dress, especially considering that half the club had their eyes trained on her. But when she slipped an arm around his waist and reached up to brush a kiss across his cheek, he had the sudden urge to beat himself across the chest, caveman style. His woman! No! Hell, no! Not that again! What the hell was wrong with him? Katherine, Katherine, he had to remember Ka… his thoughts trailed off as Elena reached a hand up turning his face so she could brush a soft kiss across his lips.

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear.

"What for?" he asked, honestly surprised.

"For sticking around. For understanding. Elijah promised I could be out of here in an hour but I have to play nice or he'll keep me here for the rest of the night," she sighed, obviously quite displeased at being stuck there.

"I'd wait all night for you," he said, realizing it was the truth and not just a line. Hell, he'd probably wait a lot longer than that but he wasn't ready to accept it himself let alone tell her that. When Elena smiled at him he felt his world fall away. A microscopic spark of hope bloomed in his chest. She looked at him like she cared. No, it was just his imagination. There was no way, but still…

"Damn, I'm being summoned," she groaned. Damon cocked his head and looked in the direction Elena gestured. "That's Elijah who's waving me over," she explained and he nodded. However, it was the man standing next to him that raised Damon's hackles. He was feeling extremely territorial all of a sudden.

The guy looked like one of those Calvin Klein models Rose always insisted on torturing him with. He didn't see the attraction but then again, he didn't swing that way. But he suddenly didn't like the idea of the blond-haired Adonis in such close proximity to Elena. Especially considering that he was eyeing her like he was relishing the thought of getting up close and personal with her.

"I have to go or I'll never hear the end of it," Elena sighed in disappointment. As she was about to leave, Damon grabbed her and pulled her close, his mouth slanting across hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. She closed her eyes, her hands threading through his hair. "What was that for?" she panted, "Not that I'm complaining."

If anyone asked Damon later why he did it, he would never admit to the truth. Yes, he wanted to kiss her. In fact, he was desperate to feel her lips on his. But why choose that exact moment? He could be accused that he was staking his claim, warning the other man off that Elena belonged to him. But then that would mean he was jealous. That he cared. And he didn't.

"I couldn't resist," he said, smirking. "And I just wanted to make sure you don't forget me over here."

Elena laughed, "Darling, trust me, there is absolutely no chance of that." She pulled away and he immediately felt the loss of her body heat. He watched her make her way to Elijah and the pretty boy. He glared at the man and managed to catch his gaze. He knew there was murder in the steely set of his features by the way the man blanched and kept his gaze firmly locked on Elena's face. He smiled in satisfaction as he took another sip of his bourbon.

"Did you see that?" Stefan said to Caroline as they eyed Damon and Elena.

"Most definitely. So, what are we going to do about it?" Caroline said. After Stefan had explained that Damon was intent on getting Katherine back, Caroline had been worried about Elena. She didn't want her friend getting hurt, even though the woman had nerves of steel.

"I don't know. This idiot plan of Damon's is ridiculous. I think it's just that he's so used to chasing after Katherine, he has no idea what to do. But that is not the face of a man who doesn't care," he said gesturing to his brother and Caroline nodded in agreement.

"Look, I know Elena's running scared, right now. And she isn't going to break easily. She has a strange fear of commitment, which is surprising considering how old she is," Caroline mumbled almost to herself.

"How old is she?" Stefan asked curiously.

"It's impolite to ask a woman's age," Caroline huffed indignantly. Elena's age and origins were hers to reval and no one else's and Caroline wouldn't betray her friend's confidence. "But I think the best thing we can do is get them together at every possible opportunity."

"Good idea. With the way they react to each other, they won't be able to do anything but give in eventually."

"Yeah, it might take a while though, considering they're both stubborn as mules. Oh, and you're going to have to run a little interference with Katherine. The last thing we need is her in the same room as Elena."

"Don't worry, I'll do my best but if it comes down to it, you and I should be able to stop Katherine from hurting Elena." Caroline looked at Stefan strangely.

"Trust me, Katherine's not the one you should be worried about."

"I thought we'd never get out of there," Elena moaned as their mouth's fused together. The ride to her hotel had been hell. She had barely been able to keep her hands off Damon. They had practically run through the lobby, slammed into the elevator and had groaned in disappointment when two other couples joined them.

However, as soon as they had reached her floor and stepped off the elevator, the doors closing behind them, they had attacked each other. Their lips had come together, their tongues entwining in greeting. He tasted wild and primal, yet safe, for some reason. Even though violence simmered just beneath his skin and she knew he had the power to rip almost anyone apart, she felt safe. Alarm bells started going off in her head but she ignored them. For now, she would just enjoy their time together, how limited it might be. Brushing all thoughts aside she allowed herself to simply feel.

When Damon's arm banded around her waist and pulled her forcefully against him, she moaned in approval and her nipples puckered. She wound her arms around his neck, wanting to get as close to him as possible. All she needed was a look from him and wanton lust raged through her system unfettered, invading every sense. When he touched her, lust turned to need. Pure, addictive need. She was becoming addicted to Damon Salvatore.

"Room?"

"1057," came the clipped response.

"Up," was all he said and she lifted one leg, winding it around his waist. He grabbed her ass and held her as she lifted her other leg, providing her with the support she needed. Moments later they were outside the door. "Key," he ground out. Damon was about to explode. As soon as he had lifted her against him and his cock had come into contact with the heat of her cunt, he had almost taken her against the wall. Had they not been so close to her room, he would have. Fuck! Now she was grinding herself against him, moaning. He was going to break the fucking door down if she didn't hurry up.

"Elena, the key," he tried again. She looked at him and then glanced at the door which opened on its own. He looked surprised but wasn't going to question small mercies at that precise moment. He rushed them through the door and turned around, allowing their bodies to fall against it and as the door slammed shut his lips descended on hers again. All finesse was gone. This was a kiss full of raw passion. He sucked on her tongue, she mewled. She bit his lip and he growled. He explored every nook and cranny and she trembled. She tongued his fangs and he shook.

They broke apart, breathing heavily and that's when Damon realized his features had shifted. Damn it, he was going to ruin this evening before it started. The fact that she had been licking his fangs should have given him some idea that he had vamped out but he had been so focused on her and his raging lust that he hadn't realized. He watched her stare at him and was waiting for the look of disgust and fear to enter her eyes.

Elena looked at Damon's face and felt her heart skip a beat. While he looked hot as hell as a full on vampire, it was the uncertainty and insecurity that was coming off him in waves that made her heart break just a little for him. That chick Stefan told her about must have done a real number on him. She was suddenly feeling rather homicidal but refused to dwell on why she felt the need to beat the crap out of the bitch.

She leaned forward and he closed his eyes as she placed a soft kiss on each of his eyelids. She trailed some of the veins spidering out from his eyes with her tongue, making her way to his lips and sweeping her tongue inside his mouth. She deliberately pressed her tongue slightly harder against one fang until she felt it penetrate the skin. They both moaned at the sensation.

Damon was trembling. This was something he had never expected. He had been prepared for screaming, for wailing, to be pushed away. He had definitely not expected this gentleness and when she nicked her tongue on his fang, he swore it was the sexiest thing in the world. And then the taste of her blood exploded across his tongue and he growled. He had never tasted anything like it. It was like pure, undiluted power and it sang through his veins. He could taste her desire, her pleasure at being bitten, even if she had done it herself. Her whole body quivered as he sucked on her tongue, drawing out a little more blood.

He found the strength to draw back for a second, looking down at her. "Don't stop," she moaned. She was beautiful but she was evil. She was running her tongue across her lips, staining them ruby red with her own blood. She was going to finish him, was his last conscious thought as he swooped down and captured her lips in another searing kiss.

A few moments later she pulled away, trailing soft kisses down his jawline, towards his neck. When she bit down heard on his carotid artery, he almost exploded on the spot. He looked around quickly and spotted a conveniently located desk. He needed more of her and he couldn't wait another second. He set her down on the desk and snaked his hand between her legs, ripping her panties off in one swift motion. His fingers delved into her wet heat and found her clit swollen, begging for his touch. He massaged her gently with two fingers and she cried out as she fell back against the wall.

The smell of her was so potent, so intoxicating that he needed more. He needed to feel her shatter on his tongue and with that thought in mind he fell to his knees in front of her. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk so she was completely open to him.

"Beautiful," he whispered, studying the glistening pink lips of her cunt. He leaned in, taking a deep breath. "I could get addicted to your smell," he said as he swiped his tongue between her folds, "and your taste," he continued as she moaned, her hands grabbing on to the edge of the desk.

Elena looked down at Damon and trembled. Not only did he have an insanely talented tongue, but the sight of him on his knees in front of her was driving her insane. She felt him spread her nether lips apart with his fingers and circle her clit with his tongue and she felt it down to her toes. She arched into him, silently begging for more and he obliged her as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Fuck, he was better than her rabbit, was the last conscious thought she had as she gave herself over to the sensations of his tongue flicking across that bundle of nerves. There was definitely something to be said for vampire speed. He'd lap, suck, circle and then tap, over and over until she was wound so tight she was certain she would shatter. Then he'd stop, moving down to the entrance to her vagina, probing gently inside her, then kissing either side until she calmed down slightly. Once the coil inside her loosened slightly, he started the same combination. Just as she was about to fall over the edge, she moved away from her clit and she screamed in frustration.

"Damon, don't stop. I need to come," she moaned. She knew she sounded suspiciously like she was begging but every muscle in her body was cramped with her need to find completion. She had never been so desperate in her life and he was playing her like a master plays the piano, pressing the right keys at the right time until the music touched on a crescendo, but never quite making it.

"You taste too good," he whispered. "And I want to make sure you never forget this. Forget me," he said. Damon wasn't about to analyze what the hell he was talking about. He was drunk on the taste of her and he was spouting nonsense. Or was it? He really needed to silence that stupid inner voice of his. It was getting damn irritating.

"Fuck," she mewled as he attacked her clit again with a vengeance. "Trust me. I'm not forgetting anything. But if you don't make me come, I'm going to hurt you," she growled as her gaze locked with his.

She looked amazing. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes glazed over with need, her chest rising and falling as she panted. It was an image he would never forget. He grinned wickedly at her and returned his attention to what he was coming to realize would be something he would never tire of doing. This time, he didn't stop. He drove her higher and higher until her body shattered and she gushed all over his tongue. He felt her legs lock in a scissor grip around his head as she arched into his face and he didn't think he had ever witnessed anything hotter as she ground herself into him.

"Damon!" she screamed as her hands gripped the edge of the desk until a loud crack thundered threw the room. Elena was shaking with the strength of her orgasm. After bringing her to the edge so many times and not delivering, her body decided to take everything Damon gave her and implode with pleasure. It was as if all the orgasms he had promised had rolled into one that quaked through her body. He had completely ruined her for other men, was her only thought as she came down from her high.

When he rose gracefully she grabbed hold of him and kissed him hard, tasting herself on his lips. The combination was so erotic that her sated body woke up instantly, demanding more, as if knowing that he could take her even higher. She trailed her hands over his body and that's when she realized they were fully clothed. That would definitely not do. She wanted to see him, to feel him, to make him tremble like he did her.

"I need you," he moaned against her lips and she quivered. She needed him naked, and fast. So, she grabbed hold of the edge of his T-shirt and, with his help, it was soon sailing across the room. She groaned. It was the first time she was seeing him and she ducked her head down to plant soft kisses against his chiseled chest. He moaned. She nipped. He gritted his teeth. Her nails raked down towards his pants. He trembled. She unbuttoned them and slipped a hand inside, curling it around his cock. He growled.

"I want you naked," she whispered and in under a second he was standing in front of her as she had demanded. She let her gaze take him in and she trembled with desire. God, he was beautiful, standing there so proud, his body a work of art that she longed to memorize. She was going to kiss and lick every inch of him until he was screaming her name. Until she was sure he would never forget. She wouldn't think about why it was so important to her, just as she had chosen to ignore his words that had sounded almost identical earlier.

"Tit for tat," he said, looking at her expectantly. She smiled and in a flash, she was completely naked, her clothes having disappeared. Damon groaned at the sight of her standing before him. She was exquisite and he wanted to bury himself inside her as deep as he could go and never leave. He leaned down and kissed her reverently but when their skin touched, all thought of gentle vanished.

She had a talent of making him lose control so he picked her up, settled her on the desk and drove into her with no preamble. They both moaned as he invaded her flesh, pushing in, stretching her until he could go no further. They stayed like that for a moment, enjoying each other until Elena drove him nuts with the rhythmic tightening of her muscles, her slick walls practically massaging his cock. How the hell was he supposed to take it slow when she was doing that? How the hell did she do that, anyway?

So, he did the only thing he could and began to thrust, his movements colored by his desperation. The multitude of sensations bombarding him had him shaking. "Harder, deeper," she kept on moaning and he grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her up and towards him slightly so he could oblige. He drove into her with one forceful thrust and she screamed as she raked her nails down his back until they reached his ass where she gripped him until she drew blood. He groaned at the sensation. The slight sting of pain only served to intensify the pleasure he was feeling.

He couldn't hold out much longer. It felt too good and the memory of his previous orgasm with her made him tremble with anticipation. But he'd be damned if he came before her. He continued to drive into her and she met him thrust for thrust, raising her hips off the desk until she was suspended between him and the wall.

He ducked his head down and captured a nipple, sucking hard. "Fuck, Damon!" she screamed. And then he grazed her skin with his fangs and he felt her muscles tense and her cunt clamp down on him so hard he literally couldn't move. She shrieked and drew more blood as her release took hold of her, pulling him along for the ride.

"Elena!" he shouted as his body emptied itself into her. He was trembling and if it hadn't been for her legs holding onto him so tightly, he would have fallen to his knees. He was really glad he was a vampire or he was convinced he would have had a heart attack. There was simply no way a human body was strong enough to take that much pleasure.

They looked at each other and he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her lips. He had a feeling she was going to change his life as he stared down into her eyes and she smiled up at him.

The next morning Damon woke with a smile on his lips. Before opening his eyes his hand reached out, looking for Elena's warmth. When they had both fallen into bed, she had curled around him and he found he wanted to pull her closer. It was definitely a first for him. He usually liked his space. And now he discovered he missed her. But when his hand found nothing but cool sheets, he raised his head, panic gripping him. No, not again.

As he suspected, the bed was empty. He ripped the sheets off his body and tore through the suite. It was empty. Not one sign of her. Then he saw a piece of paper sitting on the desk where he had taken her last night and he stalked over to it.

Sorry, had to catch an early flight. Didn't want to wake you. Had a great time. Thanks. Elena

He couldn't believe it. She had done it again. He crumpled the note and threw it against the wall forcefully. When that did nothing to alleviate his anger, he picked up something heavier and threw it with a roar. The vase shattered against the wall into a million pieces. Just like the small spark of hope he had felt the night before.