Author's Note:

Thanks for the feedback ladies! (I'm assuming all of you are ladies…if not, sorry guys!) So! Here we go with chapter 2! I'm glad you seem to be enjoying this…like I said, I feel very rusty so thanks for letting me use you shamelessly. ;)

I re-read chapter 1 again today and found some huge grammatical errors, which, as someone who was an English major, really pisses me off. I guess I was just so excited to be writing again that I didn't pay enough attention while I was checking my work. My apologies…will do better next time! Anyway, that chapter has been edited, and hopefully this one is good to go.

So, enjoy! No real plot development, just good old-fashioned Delena sexy time, lol.

Thanks again!

K

He smile was hot and dangerous. He stroked one finger down the length of her jaw, letting it rest on the tip of her still sensitive nipple, and she bit her lip.

He pulled her away from the counter, and her legs stayed wrapped around him, confusion flitting over her face.

"I'm not nearly done with you yet," he promised.

Damon groaned as Elena nibbled his earlobe, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his neck and waist. She giggled, and he paused for a moment as he reached the bottom of the staircase. Giggling was simply not allowed. Not when he could feel his dick throbbing, growing steadily by the second still inside her.

Gathering the hair that was loosely piled on top of her head, he tugged hard, exposing the line of her neck. She gasped at the slight pain, but the pleasure that came with it sent another long wave of desire curling through her.

He turned so that her back was against the wall, and bent his head low, licking his way from her earlobe down her neck, alternating kisses and nibbles along the way. Elena's face was turned, her eyes closed as he lavished over her collarbone. He glance up in time to see her bite her lip, and he let out something close to a growl.

"I'll make this up to you, Elena," he promised, and she met his gaze, shuddering as his blue eyes dilated and his cock surged up inside her.

He braced her against the wall, shoved her arms over her head, and held them there with one hand. His other hand sought her breast, and he molded it, roughly tweaking the nipple as he claimed her mouth once again. His hips moved like lightening against hers, pounding her into the wall, hard and fast.

He was driving into her with such force that she could barely breath. But she didn't need to breath. All she needed was this. This ravaging of her body was all she knew, and she never wanted it to stop. She had no control of the pace, no control over her arms as he held them against the wall, firmly above her head. No control over the mindless, wet kisses they shared as he went harder, deeper than ever before. His thumb and fore-finger twisted her nipple as he shoved her even farther up on the wall, moving his lips to her breast, swirling his tongue around her areola before taking as much as he could into his mouth. She could feel it gathering inside her, a wave ready to crash over her, and the noises she made were incoherent as she raced toward oblivious.

When she started to cry out in time with his thrusts, Damon lost it. He felt his cock swell just before he let go, and he slowed his speed, allowing her to feel every inch of him. She began to flutter around him, and with another growl, he exploded. They shattered at the same time, her walls tightening around him, sucking him dry. He removed his hand from her wrists, and her arms slid bonelessly around him, her head coming down to rest on his shoulder. He felt a twinge of anxiety as the animalistic haze wore off. He knew he'd been rough with her…too rough. His fear grew as she began to shake in his arms, and he mentally slapped himself. She was so small, so delicate, and he'd fucked her into a wall with no finesse whatsoever.

"Elena," he whispered, sliding out of her and sitting down next to the stairs, cradling her in his lap. He tucked a finger under her chin to turn her face toward his tentatively. "Wait," he started, confused.

She was giggling again.

Her body was shaking in laughter, her lips curved in a smile, and though she kept her head on his shoulder out of sheer exhaustion, the little minx was giggling.

"That was…oh, my God, Damon," she managed. "I…mmmm…wow. Nobody's ever…" she blushed as she stopped herself from finishing that sentence, but it was too late. Damon wiggled his eyebrows at her, a smug expression creeping over his face. He could figure it out for himself, that no one had ever fucked her, truly fucked her, the way he just had. And apparently that was a good thing, he thought gratefully, as she nuzzled into his neck.

"Okay, gorgeous," he stood up with her still in his arms, swinging her legs so that he could slide one hand under her knees. "Let's see if we can make it to the bedroom before you jump my bones again."

She slapped at him half-heartedly as she leaned against his broad chest, closing her eyes. He took the stairs at a normal pace, and she was grateful. She felt as though she'd probably pass out if he moved at his super speed. As she snuggled against him, he tightened his grip slightly, and she smiled, letting out a sigh, feeling his strong arms around her, the kiss he placed on the top of her head as he carried her up the stairs.

Elena woke to the sound of rain pattering against the window. She turned over, wincing slightly at the aches in her muscles. She stretched, grinning stupidly before yawning and sitting up, pulling the sheet over her breasts. She was smack in the middle of the largest bed she'd ever seen. The sheets were white, the softest cotton she could imagine, incredibly soothing against her sore body. She glanced around, noticing the darkness outside, the lit candles that scattered the room.

But no Damon.

She shoved a hand through her hair, vaguely remembering Damon yanking the band out of it at some point. Well, it was certainly a tangled mess by now. After their quickie against the wall, Damon had seemed to feel that he needed to prove something. She touched her tongue to her upper lip, remembering how he'd laid her down on the bed and made love to her for what seemed like hours, using long, slow strokes, driving her up and over, again and again before he finally came inside her, cradling her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers gently.

Her eyes fell to the floor, where a pillow lay next to the bed, and she flushed. Damon had placed it under her ass at one point, forcing her hips to stay up as he thrust deeply, hitting somewhere inside her that she'd never felt before, and her voice had gone hoarse from screaming.

And then he'd rolled them over so that she was on top, his hands gripping her thighs, his gaze intent on her face as she came almost instantly, catching her breasts in his hands when she fell forward, her hands pressing into the mattress on either side of him, her nipples directly lining up with his mouth, and he'd suckled her until they were permanently hard, tiny pebbles for him to flick and bite on. And she'd leaned back again, allowing him to take her hands in his, and run them over her body. He'd stuck her finger in her mouth, so she could wet it slowly with her tongue, before tracing it down, circling each nipple, then down further, to where they were joined. And he'd kept his hands over hers as she played with her clit, watching as she arched back, her face flushed as another orgasm claimed her.

She shook herself out of her reverie. God, she was getting hot just thinking about it.

The door opened slowly, and Damon came in quietly until he saw she was awake. Awake and…blushing?

He winked. "Can't stop thinking about me, huh?" He laughed when she only reddened further. He decided then and there that he could start every day this way, Elena naked in his bed, her hair mussed from his hands, her body loose from sex. Her smell…

He felt the veins under his eyes come out as he inhaled deeply. Whatever she'd been thinking about had been enough to arouse her fully. She sat on the bed, the smile fading from her lips as he moved toward her slowly. Her mouth watered at the sight of him in low-slung black pajama pants and nothing else. She almost felt as though he were stalking her, the look on his face was so focused. As he drew closer, she noticed the change in his eyes, and shivered. She wasn't afraid of him, exactly, but …maybe afraid that she was excited by the danger.

Stef – she blocked the name before the thought had finished – had never been rough with her, or made her afraid of what he could do to her. Their normal love-making was just that – making love. He never pushed her to new extremes, never made her lose her voice from screaming, never looked at her as though she were dinner.

And even though the man standing in front of her was indeed looking at her as though she were dinner, she knew he was in complete control. Her fear was stemming out of the thought that she might actually like being bitten, that she liked the passion and danger that Daman exuded like cologne.

And now he stood at the foot of the bed, staring at her hungrily, as the candles flickered acros the room.

"Drop the sheet." The words were low and quiet. She let it go, and his eyes darkened further as it pooled around her waist, leaving her upper half bare to his gaze.

"Lean back against the pillows," he demanded in the same low voice.

She slid back slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his. She lay back against the pillows that were stacked just high enough so that she was slightly tilted up. The sheet lay forgotten in the middle of the bed. She waited.

Damon slowly undid the drawstring of his pants. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart thump wildly.

"Spread your legs."

She bit her lip softly as she complied. His voice was like straight sex, husky and dark, and she felt dampness between her legs as she opened them to Damon. She let a hand fall over her tan stomach, where she idly circled her belly button as he looked his fill. The feathery stroking of her own fingers made her shiver, and she began to trace over her ribs, up to her breasts.

Damon's jaw twitched as he watched Elena transform into some kind of sex kitten right before his eyes. One hand was trailing above her head on the pillows, the other teasing her skin in light strokes, and he wanted her so badly it nearly hurt.

"What do you want, Elena?" He purred it, and her hips lifted slightly. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

She was on fire. Her entire body was reacting to just his voice, that whiskey-colored voice caught somewhere between a whisper and a dream. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he finally let his pants drop to the floor. He was huge, and hard, and she wanted desperately to feel him.

He seemed to know what she was thinking, though.

"I don't think so, Elena," he shook his head slowly, crawling up on the bed, sinewy muscles straining in his arms as he braced himself on them. He inched his way toward her, with every inch the evidence of her arousal surrounding him more and more. He settled himself between her legs, slowly widening her more.

"Spread them farther," he commanded, and she was helpless to do otherwise, helpless to do anything other than watch as his eyes focused on her, focused on the heat gathering at her center. She let out a whimper as he moved, closer and closer, and just before he reached her, he looked up at her. Her arm was still above her head, but it was clenching the pillow tightly, her mouth slightly open as she panted for him.

He smiled again, that same slow, dangerous smile before whispering, "First, I need to taste you."

His breath ghosted over her, and she lifted her hips in the air, desperate for him. His tongue met her, slid inside her in the same movement, and she cried out, throwing her head back.

He licked, one long, sensual sweep of his tongue along her slit.

"You are so wet," he murmured, spreading her lips with his hands to open her more fully to his gaze. She was writhing on the bed in front of him, one hand clutching the pillow, the other hand shaping her own breast. He could hardly tear his eyes away from the view, and watched her as he slowly pushed one finger inside her, sucking her clit with his tongue at the same time.

"Please," she begged, aching, so close, and he slowly added a second finger, pushing slowly in and watching her mouth fall open, her back arching.

His mouth continued its play, tonguing her briefly before putting his fingers back in, flicking on her clit, sucking and blowing, and now he fingered her more quickly, curving inside of her, inhaling her scent, while she thrashed on the bed seeking her release. He felt his veins darken and his fangs release as he stared at her soaked vagina pulsing in front of him.

"Do it!" He glanced up, saw her looking down at him, her eyes begging him, and he tried to force himself back, to not let her see the part of him that thirsted for her blood.

"Please, Damon," she gasped, throwing her head back once more, "I want it. I want it. Oh God, oh God, oh God."

He paused for another second, waited for her to begin to clench around his fingers, moving his thumb to her clit while two fingers stroked inside her. He inhaled her scent one last time as he moved to her thigh, gripped it close with his other hand, and sank his teeth into her femoral artery.

It was like fireworks. The room went black, and then lit up, and Elena felt as though the lights were coming from inside her. She could hear the roaring of her blood, the pounding of her heart, the moans Damon made as he slowly drank from her, all the while stroking her through her climax. She burst around him, the colors turning brighter and brighter, her orgasm not ending, forcing cry after cry out of her.

When he let her go, looked up at her, he nearly came on the spot. Her eyes were staring at him, big and round, her hair even messier than before. Her bottom lip was swollen from her chewing on it, and when she spoke, her voice was heavy and raw with lust.

"How do you want me?"

Jesus Christ. Five words that, coming from that mouth, he never thought he'd hear. He was already rock hard, and he felt his cock twitch in response. He gave her one last lick as he sat up, and grinned wickedly.

"Turn over."

She grinned back, her smile smug and knowing as she turned, bracing herself on her hands and knees. She turned her head to look back at him as he smoothed a hand over the curve of her back, to her ass. Their eyes locked.

"Is this good?" she breathed, still flashing that naughty grin.

"Oh, yeah," he drawled, loving everything about her. "That's good."

And he sank into her again, her walls smooth and wet, not stopping until he was buried deep inside her. He gripped her hips firmly as he slid almost all the way out, then drove back in. Her back arched as she moaned, her throaty voice a pull on his already desperate cock. He teased her again, pulling out, to the point where she was pushing her little butt against him, not wanting him to leave. He grunted as he rocked back into her, and this time kept going, his thrusts strong and steady. He slid one hand around her belly, found her clit, and circled his finger over it quickly as he began to slam into her, and with a final growl, emptied himself inside her as she erupted around him.

He slumped over her, and they fell to the bed, lying on their sides, facing each other. Damon almost laughed when he saw Elena's face. She looked a little drunk, a little high, a little shocked.

She opened her mouth, still trying to catch her breath, and immediately closed it again. Now Damon did laugh, and, bracing himself up on one elbow, smiled down at her.

"It looks like you have something to say, Elena," he smirked. "Why don't you share with the rest of the class?"

But before she could say anything, a loud rumble echoed through the room. Embarrassed, Elena put a hand to her stomach and Damon winced guiltily before jumping up.

"I meant to feed you," he said apologetically. "I brought up a tray for when you woke up but you were just too damn distracting." He picked up the food-covered tray that he'd set outside the door and brought it to the bed.

Elena looked at him, and something flashed across her face. For a moment, they were still, just looking in each other's eyes, searching for an answer to some unspoken question.

But when Elena's stomach growled again, Damon simply smiled and pushed the tray toward her before climbing back into bed.

"Eat," he insisted, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "We'll talk later."

I'm thinking 1 more chapter, then I'm moving back to my other fics! Yay!
K