A/n- so yeah I decided to continue on with this story- so it's no longer a one shot but it's not exactly going to be super long either I just needed something that I could work on to get myself back into writing after not having written anything in months. Thank being said thank you to everyone that read, reviewed, favorited and followed the first chapter of this story. I will update as I can. If anyone is looking to beta, I am looking for someone to bounce ideas off of and to do some light editing for me- if interested please PM me because if I don't find someone we end up with the unedited stuff like below- if you find any errors please let me know and I will fix them. Until next time, happy reading.
Elena had told herself that it would never happened again- had sworn over and over that it was only one time, a moment of weakness, that it could never happen again…and yet there she was again, under Damon, his fangs in the skin surrounding her breast, sucking roughly at the blood that poured from the wound as his cock matched the tempo below. Growling she dug her nails into the skin of his flanks, pulling his body harder into hers, matching each thrust that he made with her hips, needing to feel him deeper in her body even if it was physically impossible. The first time she had cheated on Stefan she had felt guilty, the marks on her neck from Damon's fangs a constant reminder of just how much she had enjoyed the feeling of both Damon's teeth and cock in her body…but then the marks had faded and it had felt like a fleeting memory…like something that had been compelled into her. She tried to forget it, she really did- but the dreams that she was having each night and the sexual frustration that even Stefan with his gentle sex couldn't touch drove her right back into the place that she knew that she shouldn't be. They didn't even fight this time, he knew why she was there the moment that she had walked into the house, that smug ass little smirk of his curving up the corner of his lips as his eyes skimmed over the length of her body.
The door had barely closed behind her before he was on her, vampire speed a bonus as he stripped her of her clothing. One moment she was against the door, her leg curling around his hip, Damon working on dropping his jeans just enough to free his erection- the next thing she knew was she was on her back on the couch, the length of Damon's cock sliding deep into her pussy in one rough thrust. Elena groaned, her hands scrambling for purchase as he started up a brutal pace, taking what he wanted from her body and demanding that she give him everything that she could. Elena was content to forget about everything else that she couldn't control in her life and just feel for a little while, but then she felt the scrape of his fangs along the skin of her throat.
"Not the throat…"It came out a breathy moan instead of a demand and Damon didn't even bother to hesitate before he was leaning down and sinking his fangs into the sensitive skin of her breast, his tongue tracing along her nipple. Her body arched up at the sweet feeling of pleasure filled pain, the first orgasm of the night crashing over her. Damon grunted, his hand groping blindly for the leg that was curled over his hip, pulling it up until it was resting over his shoulder, his thrusts all the deeper for it. She screamed, her body instantly thrown over the cliff once more, the orgasm that had been ebbing flaring back to life with just the change in angle of his thrusts. Damon smirked, pulling back from her breast, his teeth stained with her blood. Elena's eyes flickered to his mouth, needing to taste herself on his lips. Her fingers reached up to tangle in his hair, drawing him down as she licked into her mouth, not even pausing to wonder if it was sick that she was becoming even more turned on by the taste of her blood in his mouth.
This was what she needed, not gentle and nice but rough and demanding…even loving in almost a way. Damon wasn't going to treat her like a doll but would strive to give her what her body craved. Tearing her mouth away from his she ducked down to press her teeth into his neck, the desire to make him up (no matter how temporarily), to claim him as hers, fueling the hunger that was building in her body. Damon was hers and she was his, had been since the first time that he had claimed her with his cock and his teeth. The feeling of Elena's teeth sinking into the skin of his throat was all it took for Damon to lose it, his thrusts picking up in speed as his balls started to clench. Elena took a mouthful of blood from his neck and Damon roared as he started to come, neither of them caring that at any moment Stefan could walk into the house, could see that his brother was claiming his girlfriend, that his girlfriend wasn't fighting it at all, but was clinging to Damon like her life depended on it. Elena continued to draw at the blood flowing from Damon's neck until the wound healed itself and only then did she stop, her head falling back against the cushions as she panted. She knew that this time there wouldn't be any running, there wouldn't be any pretending that this hadn't happened. Damon let out a rough breath, resting his head against her chest, lapping lazily at the blood trickling down from the slowly healing wound on her chest, his cock slowly starting to soften in her body. It was over, she was more the satisfied, and yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away from him, didn't want his body away from hers, didn't want to let him move. She had known after the first time that things had changed, but she didn't realize how much exactly until right that very moment, as for the first time she felt completely like the Elena that she had once been. Not a care in the world, nothing could pull down the mood that she was currently feeling and she really didn't want anything too. In that moment she made a decision that would change her life completely. She was tired of the drama, tired of constantly been hunted, of being nothing more than the victim. No more would she play that part.
"Damon…"She whispered, her fingers reaching up to card through his hair.
"Hmm." He hummed softly, turning his head to rest his chin between her breasts, gazing up at her.
"Change me." Damon cocked an eyebrow as she whispered the words down at him, her eyes pleading with him for something that she had told him repeatedly she would never want, that she had told him she could never forgive him for when he had taken the choice away from her, to save her. Elena sat up suddenly, forcing Damon to move with her, her hands reaching forward to take his face between them, making sure that he would take her seriously…she wanted this, she knew that now. "Change me and then take me away." At first Damon hesitated, she was acting like she was high on his blood but he knew that that wasn't possible.
"That's a big decision love." He reminded her gently even as his body and his mind were screaming at him to not try and change her mind and his heart was reminding him that the woman that he loved was asking him to kill her.
"I don't want to go back…"She murmured leaning down to press her lips into his from the position that she was in, "think about it….it could be just you and I for forever…no more judgmental Bonnie, no more pouting Stefan, no more bitching Caroline…I'd be yours. We could do whatever we want…see whatever we want. Nights spent in bed, learning each other's bodies, days spent exploring the world." And the more that she talked the more that she knew that it was what she wanted. Jeremy would be better under Ric's care then he could ever be under hers and she knew that. There would always be another villain, another Klaus, another Katherine after her, using her friends and family as bait to get her to do what she wanted them too. Eventually because of her everyone would end up dead, but if she was no longer in the picture then it wouldn't matter anymore, they would be free to live their lives, and so long as she had Damon by her side that's all that mattered to her. "Please say yes." She murmured out again, pressing another kiss to his lips as she drew his body closer to hers again. "Say yes." Damon knew that he was something that she would probably come to regret later on down the road but when had he ever thought that far into the future- he was a more in the moment kind of guy.
Smirking slightly he reached up to curl his fingers into her hair, pressing his lips firmly into hers before nodding his head. He would give her what she wanted and then take her away the way that she wanted, but not before he made sure that everyone in Mystic Falls knew exactly who it was that she belonged too.