*Aftershocks*

A fic: by Angel's blue eyed girl

Rating: M—as if I write anything else!! lol!

Disclaimer: I own none of the Vampire Diaries characters. I wish I did, (especially Damon) but alas I do not, so please don't sue me!

A/N: Thank you to all of you who've R&R'd. Some of you have even followed me from my BtVS genre and I really want to say THANK YOU! :) Wow that is SO cool. Like Jay—you said you've never even watched The Vampire Diaries. Thanks babe! ;)

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Okay enough of me…on with the D/E show.

Jenna

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Chappie 2

The windows of the car were totally fogged up, but neither noticed because of the riotous passion that was zinging through their bodies. Their breathing was erratic and coming in short pants. They wanted this—but neither one of them were ready to just say, "I need you…" Elena, in her drunken state, had come close—close enough that she got Damon to cross that line with her.

"What happens in Georgia stays in Georgia," he said and without conscious thought, Elena leaned forward so that their lips brushed against each other.

She just needed to 'taste' him. She moaned and tilted her head to the side as she slid her tongue along his full lips.

For once, Damon handed over the reigns and let someone else lead. The kiss was brief at first, just a mere whisper of a taste, but it was electric just the same. With a sigh, Elena pressed closer to him and cupped his jaw in her hands. "So good," she whispered as she slid her tongue inside his mouth to get a more thorough sample of his charms.

She made him feel weak, knee shaking weak, but her kiss was a rush he wanted above all else. He opened his mouth to her and allowed her in, reveling in the sensations as their tongues touched, entwined and swirled together in a mating dance that was as old as time itself. Damon groaned. His hands roamed down her back to cup her ass and he pulled her closer—wanting her all over him.

Elena responded eagerly. Pressing even closer, rubbing her breasts against his hard chest while deepening the kiss. Quick as a wildfire—something inexorably extraordinary exploded between them. The heat—that burning little sensation that had always simmered just beneath the surface whenever they were together flared bright and burst the confines of their control. The craving they'd kept hidden consumed them, it scorched along their skin, leaving a sizzling tingle in its wake and in seconds their hands were all over each other. Groping and pulling—lost in a frenzied attempt to get as close as they could in the small confines of the car.

His head was spinning as Damon wrapped his arms around her slender body and pressed her against his chest. He planted wet kisses down the side of her neck, laving the jugular where the nectar of both their lives raced. She gasped when he scraped his fangs along her flesh. "I won't hurt you," he murmured, sucking on the soft skin just under her ear. "I want you," he finally admitted. That was the truth. He was hard, aching to be inside her. The animal in him wanted to toss her in the back seat and just take her, but he wouldn't do that to her—plus his seduction of Elena required time and a lot more space than the backseat of a 66 Mustang. If he rushed things she could always accuse him of taking advantage of her—he wanted her to be a willing participant. He'd waited a long time for this—he needed her to be with him.

"We need a room," he whispered, tunneling his hands through her long, dark locks and tilting her head so he could kiss her again.

"Yeah, a room—need a room," Elena agreed, too buzzed and excited to do anything more than follow his lead. He was a force of nature—passionate and wild. He tore through her wall of defenses like a hurricane. He was everything your mother warned you about, but his kisses reminded her of strawberries dipped in dark chocolate—sinfully erotic and delicious. She moaned into his mouth as her hands began exploring his leanly muscled body.

"Elena," he panted, when her hands slipped under his shirt and roamed his chest. Her thumbs brushed his nipples, her nails raked his skin and he growled as he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up so she could straddle his lap. 'Fuck the room,' he thought. I need to be in her.' It was like a dam burst and a thousand gallons of lust was washing over him. He thrust up, rubbing his erection against the apex of her thighs. "Yesss…" he hissed as he ground himself against her.

The feel of his erection against her core sent her senses spinning out of control and her mouth opened in a soft cry of ecstasy. She writhed against him as they kissed wildly. It was so good--a tingle started in her belly and Elena gasped as it swept along every nerve ending. The more pressure he gave her--the more the feeling intensified. His hand slipped beyween their bodies and down the front of her jeans. With sickening ease, he found her sweet spot and played that tiny bundle of nerves like a fine tuned intrument.

Elena's heart stopped--then began a furious pounding as her body began to shudder. "Oh-oh—my-God!" she cried breathlessly as his fingers brought her closer and closer to that magical feeling that was hovering so close, but just out of reach. He slipped a finger inside her wet sheath and she cried out as her body tightened. Tiny electric tingle-shocks of sensation began radiating from where he was touching her and Elena froze. She was on the edge of something spectacular, but she was also a bit terrified at how out of control she felt. The feeling got stronger and she knew what was about to happen would be magnificent—something she'd never experienced before. He pressed his arousal against her in a way that made all kinds of chills sweep along her flesh.

"Damon!" she gasped, shivering like an addict needing a fix.

She was incredible, his magnetic eyes locked on her face as he pulled her down harder—thrusting up while his fingers were giving her the friction she needed. He could hear her heart racing. She was so close. "Come for me," he whispered, planting his feet and driving his hips up adding the pressure his erection against her, while his talented hand worked to bring her to her peak.

She tossed her head back, writhing against him, lost in her passion as her stomach tightened. "Damon!" she cried as everything seemed to go black right before her body convulsed.

He groaned when he felt her shatter in his hands… "That's it baby—so good—you're so beautiful," he crooned.

Elena dug her nails into his shoulders and her eyes widened as something snapped inside her. It was spectacular. Stars and a kaleidoscope of colors burst behind her eyes, her toes curled and wave after wave of the most unimaginable feeling of pleasure swept over her. "Oh-My-God!" she cried as she clung to him like a life line as she rode out the tempestuous storm of sensations.

Damon watched her, utterly stunned. She was lost in her orgasm, and it was a beautiful sight, but what shocked him, was from the looks of it, it was her first one ever. He held her as she trembled and shook from the force of her climax, a strange feeling of tenderness coming over him as she sobbed incoherent words of satisfaction against his neck. He petted her back a bit awkwardly. "Mmmm, you were incredible," he soothed. She murmured something against his ear and he chuckled softly. "No, you're not dying, Elena—you came…" He leaned his head back to look at her. "You know—had an orgasm, though the French do call it, la petit mort—the little death, but honestly—you're not," he said, though Elena did notice the far too smug grin adorning his handsome face.

"You're pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?" she said softly, trying to catch her breath.

He grinned. "No…you're pretty pleased with me right now. I'm still hard and unsatisfied," he quipped.

Her eyes darkened and she raised a brow. "Well, let's see what we can do about that…" she murmured seductively as her hands went to the fastening of his jeans.

He sucked in a sharp breath as she flipped open a few buttons and slipped her hand inside to fondle his erection. "Shit!" he gasped when her small hand encircled him. His head fell back and he closed his eyes as she freed him from the confines of his pants and began to stroke him. "Yesssss!" he hissed softly, arching his hips up and pushing himself deeper into her palm.

Touching him was like grabbing hold of a bolt of lightning—it sizzled. Almost immediately, Elena felt the hot sensation of desire spread throughout her belly and her thighs tightened around his hips. She'd just experienced the first (non-battery driven) orgasm of her life, but she was ready to go again, just like that. Was this normal? Or was it just Damon who made her feel like this?

She wrapped one arm around his neck and grinded against his thigh as her other hand moved up and down the hard length of his arousal. Her body was burning with newly awakened lust, and as she rubbed against him heatedly, she couldn't help but realize she needed more. She needed him—inside her. "Damon...I need you," she moaned.

Damon growled at hearing her pant his name like that. He took possession of her mouth again, kissing her deeply as his fingers slid back inside her open jeans. The sudden blare of a horn honking and a cat call of "Go for it, dude," brought him up short. Stunned at his loss of self-control, Damon pulled back, gasping for breath. What the hell was he doing? He'd been about to fuck her in the front seat of his car. Elena was drunk and sure as the sun would rise tomorrow, she'd regret this and probably accuse him of using mind control on her. "Stop-Elena-stop," he said, twisting away from her, deftly avoiding her seeking mouth. She continued to plant kisses on his cheek, jaw and even his ear as he turned his head away, refusing her access to his mouth again.

Intoxicated on alcohol and him, Elena didn't understand his sudden about face. "What is it?" she asked tightening her thighs around his hips as she sat up and looked down at him. She tucked her hair behind her ears. "Damon, what's wrong? Why did you stop?" she asked, tracing his lips with a finger.

He pulled away from her touch and sighed. "Look Elena, it's—"

Her brows snapped down and her body tightened with anger. "It's her isn't it?" she spat. "Katherine. Everything is Katherine with you, isn't it? I'm just the consolation prize. I look like her so I'm a good substitute. You both want her more than me!" Damon's jaw dropped, but Elena gave no notice as she climbed off him in a huff and scooted back across the seat. She buttoned her jeans before crossing her arms over her heaving chest. "God, what was I thinking?!" she moaned, turning away from him to glare out the window, embarrassed and angry about what they'd just shared now.

Knowing any immediate gratification was now out of the question, he tucked his still achingly hard cock back into his pants. He winced at how bad he ached--why the fuck had he stopped her again? He sighed long and hard. "You've totally got this wrong, Elena," he said, but she cut him off with a snort.

"Yeah, sure I do!" She took several deep breaths to calm her racing pulse. "Just take me home, Damon," she said warily. "And we'll pretend this whole thing never happened."

For once Damon's glib tongue deserted him. He wasn't sure what to say to her, he'd honestly hadn't even given Katherine a thought—which, now that she mentioned it, was a bit of a shock, but it was the truth just the same. What to do here? If he admitted Katherine had nothing to do with his desire for her—then she'd always have that on him, she could use it to mess with his head—pride and ego whenever she chose. The mere suggestion made him shudder with horror, but if he didn't tell her the truth, then she'd think she was exactly what she said, a 'consolation prize'. Making his choice, he turned her face so that she was looking at him. "I wasn't thinking about Katherine," he admitted.

She wasn't in the mood to be kind. "Whatever," she shot back. "I don't even care anymore. Just take me home."

His jaw clenched and he narrowed his aquamarine eyes. "What a fantastic little liar you are!" he taunted with a short bark of laughter. Elena shot him a dirty look, but he simply smiled. "You do care or you wouldn't be so…" he raised a brow and smirked, "bent over it."

"I'm loaded and it was temporary insanity. Trust me, I'm over it!" she snapped.

"Really?" he asked. His disbelief was evident in his tone. Before Elena could react, his hand shot out and he grabbed her wrist. "So if I were to tell you it was you—Elena—not Katherine—that did this to me…" He placed her hand on his rigid length and growled, "You'd still be over it?" He was so hard…and she gave a small moan as her hand was pressed against the large, and oh so tangible proof that he was most definitely into her. Damon tilted his head to the side as he studied her. "You know, it's funny…for once I was trying to be the nice guy and do the right thing—silly me," he muttered, and yanked her to him, determined now to carry out his seduction.

Elena struggled briefly, but he swept her hair back and stroked her face. His touch was calming, gentle even, almost like he was calming a fractious filly. "I want you," he murmured and without breaking their eye contact, he lowered his head to kiss her again. "Tell me to stop Elena…" he whispered, his lips a mere fraction of an inch from hers. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll never bother you again."

Tell him, her mind screamed, but she couldn't. She wanted to experience that bliss he'd given her already—she wanted that euphoric feeling to go on and on—Damon could easily become an addiction and like any good addict, Elena was helpless to resist. His touch—his kisses—they were intoxicating. "Don't stop…" she said and with a soft sigh of surrender, she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I do want you," she murmured and lifted her lips for his kiss.

Damon grunted in satisfaction and swooped down to take possession of her mouth. This time his kiss was different. It was demanding—harsh even, but filled with the promise of ultimate bliss. Intent on making her his, he used every bit of skill he'd learned in over 100 plus years of debauched sex to seduce Elena into committing to more than just a passionate make-out session. His hands and lips explored her body, wringing from her the response he'd desired ever since laying eyes on her—her passion. He'd sensed the fire burning in Elena and now he'd seen it. It was ridiculous to think of all that passion being wasted on 'oh so guilty' Stefan. Damon wanted her in his bed. He wanted her naked and writhing under him as he drove his cock and fangs into her succulent flesh—the fantasy of it had kept him up at night until it had slowly become an obsession.

Tonight he was going to make that fantasy a reality…

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They finally made it to the hotel. Damon had driven like a mad-man to get there without having an accident. It was either that or just pull the car over and take her in the back seat. He'd actually debated that option when she'd slipped her hand in his pants again, but despite his more aggressive urges—he wanted her in bed and for more than just an hour or two.

He parked the car and pocketed the keys. "We're here—now behave," he warned her chidingly. She grinned at him and he doubted she'd listen. Great. She was so wasted it was like she'd grown a few more sets of hands in her drunkenness. He was having a hard time controlling her. Who'd have thought Elena would be such a little wild-cat once her fire was ignited?! Well, he had, but that was besides the point right now.

She was all over him as they entered the lobby of the hotel. "I need you," she panted against his neck, nipping and sucking at the vein there as her hands slid down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. She tugged at them. "Please—let's hurry," she said. He groaned, and it was all he could do to keep his face from shifting.

"Elena—you really have to stop kitten—or else there's going to be screaming and people running out of the lobby when my fangs sprout, okay?"

She giggled. "I think your fangs are sexy now…" she purred, nipping at his neck again.

He rolled his eyes. "Great—remind me to only let you drink when we're not in public, okay?" he muttered, desperately trying to maintain his control.

As they crossed the marble tiled lobby, Damon pulled her away from his throat. It wasn't that he minded, au contraire, he loved her take charge nibbling, but she was buzzed and he was close to losing control…and surprisingly, for once, Damon didn't want to cause a scene. He just wanted to get her upstairs and take her to bed.

Her hand slid down the front of his jeans and she giggled. "Mmmm, nice package…" she murmured, squeezing the hard bulge she found there lightly.

He gasped and grabbed her busy little hands before she could publicly grope him any further. "Elena, as much as I want to toss you against that wall and have my way with you—how about we wait until I get a room? That way we'll have a bed and not an audience, hmm?" he said, leading Elena across the lobby to the front desk. An attractive blond was behind the counter, filing her long nails and looking bored.

He dinged the bell, and then abruptly tilted his head, deftly avoiding Elena's teeth as they tried to nip at his earlobe. "Patience is a virtue, Elena," he said, gripping both her slender wrists in one hand as he waited for the girl to help them. "Hello…can I get a room?" he called out, getting her attention.

The woman lifted her head. "What do you—?" She stopped and her eyes widened as she spotted Damon. "Oh!" she gasped as she realized she had a major hottie at her desk. Suddenly she was Ms. Helpful. "Sorry, I didn't see you come in." She jumped to her feet and tugged her form fitting blazer lower, exposing a generous amount of cleavage in the process. "How can I help you?" she drawled in her sugary sweet southern accent and swinging her hips as she sauntered up to the reception desk.

Damon bit back his laughter as she quickly fluffed her hair and smacked her lips. Typical, he thought, rolling his eyes while she ate him up with hers. "I'd like a room," he repeated, holding on to Elena's hands even as she struggled to free them. He leaned down to her ear. "Elena, behave," he hissed.

Chastised, she pouted. "Whatever," she said and pulled away from him.

The woman observed the encounter with eager curiosity. Her eyes were greedily drinking in Damon's handsome face and body and it was obvious she was hoping Elena was nothing more than a nuisance to him. "Would that be a single or double?" She gave him an inviting smile and purred, "I'm pretty sure I have a few doubles left, if you're interested…"

He picked up her signals instantly and smirked. "Whatever's available," he answered. One bed—two beds—he didn't care—he just needed 'a' bed.

Her face brightened when he didn't insist on one bed. "Do you have a registration?" she asked. "We're pretty full, but I might be able to squeeze you and…your sister in…" she hinted, overtly flirting with him.

He almost corrected her about the 'sister' comment, but restrained himself. Right now, he needed this girl to help him get the girl he really wanted into bed, and since he hadn't planned on staying the night, Damon knew there wasn't a registration in her little computer with his name on it. He shrugged and looked embarrassed. "Honestly—I didn't register, but if you can get me a room—I'd really appreciate it," he said, taking her hand and rubbing his thumb along the pulse point at her wrist.

Elena was busy looking around the huge, but tastefully decorated lobby, so she missed the hungry look the blond gave Damon. The woman was practically drooling as she leaned across the counter—exposing more of her breasts to him as she did so. "Is she your girlfriend?" she hissed, giving Elena a jealous look.

Damon's grin was mischievous as he placed an elbow on the counter and leaned in too. "No…" he said with an audacious wink. His eyes dropped down to her exposed chest for a moment before rising up to meet her bright green eyes again. He flashed his signature smirk at her blatant invitation. "Actually…" he whispered conspiratorially, "she's my brother's!"

"She's your brother's girlfriend and you're here—with her?!" He nodded, grinning unrepentantly. The woman's eyes widened and a slow smile spread across her pretty face. "Oh my," she said, her southern drawl getting more pronounced and her chest rose and fell rapidly. "You're one of those bad boys, aren't you?"

His smile turned positively lascivious. He could probably bite her right here, he thought. "Very," he replied, fluttering his lashes at her. If she only knew! He gave her his best 'puppy-dog' look. "So…can you get me the room? Like I said…I'd really appreciate it."

The young blond melted into a puddle of helpful mush under his charm. "Of course, room 1213 is open and I can just add your name as if you had a registration." She punched in the buttons on the computer. Damon handed her his drivers license and she typed in the information. As they waited for the computer print out the girl leaned across the counter again, giving Damon another view of her ample breasts."Maybe you could put her to bed and meet me for a drink later?" she asked hopefully.

His eyes were drawn downward to her chest--he was male after all, but he'd seen better and he smirked as he slowly dragged his gaze back up to her eager face. His eyes sparkled as he licked his lips seductively. "Or maybe a snack?" He inhaled her desire and gave a soft growl. "I could go for a snack later if you're um...up for it?' he asked, giving her a sinfully sexy smile.

Her pulse raced and she giggled. "Sure, whatever." She ran her hand up his arm invitingly, sighing at the hard muscles there. "What time?" she asked, green eyes flaring with hope, lust and a myriad of other sinful emotions.

Damon glanced down at her hand on his arm. She was pathetically predictable--the perfect meal. "Mmmmm, so where are you going to take me?" he asked, smirking. "I'm not a cheap date you know?" he teased.

The woman gaped, unsure if he was serious. "I—where do you want to go?"

"Do you have a room here?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and leveling his magnificent eyes on her.

She swallowed hard. "Yes," she whispered, utterly enchanted.

Damon's smile was predatory. "Good," he replied, already plotting how he'd sneak away from Elena for his midnight snack.

It was at this point that Elena caught part of the conversation and paused. Was he making a date with that far too pretty and underdressed receptionist? The blond practically purred and Elena frowned as she realized what was happening.

Unaware that Elena was hovering behind him now, listening to his every word, Damon smiled at the blonde charmingly. "What time to you get off work?"

She licked her lips. "Midnight."

Damon nodded. "Midnight it is…" He read her name tag, "Jennifer," he added intimately.

She was flushed and her hand trembled as she handed him his room card. "There you go. It's room 1213, Mr.—um—Damon," she corrected breathlessly.

He took her hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles. "Thank you, Jennifer—see you later," he said softly, wriggling his brows at her. After he had the card, he turned away from her and came face to face with a furious Elena. He grimaced at the look of irate fury on her face. Uh-oh. He tried to shrug it off, but her scowl said she'd heard everything and he took a deep calming breath in preparation for her explosion.

It came almost immediately. "What the hell were you doing back there?" she snapped.

He smiled at her and played dumb. "Getting us a room," he said taking her arm and leading her towards the elevators.

She yanked her arm away, but stumbled and quickly grabbed his elbow. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about Damon!" Elena almost shouted.

Damon dragged her out of ear shot of anyone in the lobby. "Okay-screaming isn't necessary—vampire hearing…remember?"

She glared at him. "I don't care if you have super ears or not! That woman was hitting on you and you were flirting back!" Elena accused as Damon punched the button for the elevator. "If you want her—just go have her you pig!" she snapped and staked off towards the exit.

Great, he thought. How to get out of this? He rushed after her and dragged her back to the elevators. "Elena women hit on me all the time—I can be pretty charming when I want to be, you know? And I wasn't flirting back—at least not really," he amended.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right! 'I'll see you later, Jennifer'," she mimicked sarcastically. "If that's not flirting, then what does it mean?"

"Nothing for you to worry about," he said, giving the tip of her nose a playful tap with his index finger.

She smacked his hand away. "Nothing for me—" She let out a frustrated huff of breath and her eyes narrowed as she eyed him suspiciously. "Are you planning on hooking up with her later?"

He sighed, knowing his midnight snack just got cancelled. "No," he answered. "I said that just so she would give us the room without a hassle."

She still looked suspicious. "Did you use that mind thingy on her?"

He scoffed and gave a dramatic eye roll. "Did it look like I had to compell her?" he said just as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He stalked inside—irritated at her accusation.

Elena followed appeased by his denial that he was meeting the blonde. "It's just—this—us—it's—" He looked pissed and offended and she turned away from him. "You're right—I know you didn't do anything to her. She could barely keep her hands off you, much less her eyes. I'm sorry," she said softly.

Surprised, but pleased that what could have been a fight was ending so easily; his eyes danced with a teasing light as he took her hand and pulled her into his arms. "Why is it so hard for you to think I'm likeable?" She gave him a 'you're kidding,' look and he grinned. "You like me…right?"

Elena got lost in how adorable he was when he was cajoling. "I don't know what I like anymore," she admitted honestly.

Her answer fanned the flames of his anger again and his jaw tightened. "Yes, you do. You just don't want to admit it," he said, dropping his arms from around her and stepping back.

She missed his touch immediately. "Just like you don't want to admit you were flirting with that girl back there!" Elena shot back.

He gave her a penetrating look as he studied her for a minute. His eyes widened and a slow grin spread across his face. "You're jealous," he said with a husky chuckle.

Her eyes bulged. "What? I—no! Why would I be jealous? I don't even like you!"

He leaned down and nibbled at her neck, savoring her accelerated pulse and sharp indrawn breath. "Really?" he taunted "Is that what you were thinking when you were getting off in my lap earlier?" She opened her mouth to spit back a scathing retort, but his mouth swooped down and ended whatever she was going to say by kissing her.

Outraged that he would throw that in her face, Elena wanted to push him away, but his tongue…Oh God, his tongue was oh so talented and the way it played with hers…she gave a soft moan and melted against him. It was so seductive. His kiss wasn't tentative and sweet like Stefan's, it was erotic . Hot and demanding, and it broke down her defenses, making her a slave to the passion he was bringing forth in her. "Damon," she mewled softly, digging her fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck to pull him even closer.

The elevator dinged again and the doors opened. Damon didn't break the kiss; he simply backed Elena out of the elevator and into the twelfth floor lobby, all the while continuing his assault on her senses. He couldn't allow her to have second thoughts now. He was past the point of no return. He wanted her and he was going to have her. He hefted her up in his arms. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he murmured against her mouth as he carried her down the hall and towards the room.

Elena complied without hesitation…she was past the point of caring too. She might regret this in the morning, but tonight she was going to take a bite from the forbidden fruit that was Damon…

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He inserted the card in the door without setting her down. It buzzed and he turned the handle, opening the door. They fell into the room, kissing wildly. Her legs fell from around his waist and she slithered down his body, tugging at his clothes as she went. Damon barely got his jacket off before Elena was raking up his t-shirt, pulling it off him and flinging it across the room.

"God, you're beautiful," she said, stepping back and taking note of his rock hard abs. He had a belly you could bounce a quarter off of and Elena itched to run her fingers across every little ridge. He did a little gyration with his hips and Elena felt her lips twitch. It was definitely hot, and so Damon she rolled her eyes at him. "God, can you be any fuller of yourself?'

He shrugged and flipped open the button on his jeans. "I'd rather you be full of me…" he said lewdly, "but that'll have to wait until we can't get these pesky clothes off, right?"

Elena swallowed. This was the point of no return. She'd already crossed a line, but if she didn't run from this room right now…things would never—ever be the same. She was about to sleep with the devil—a sexy, ridiculously hot devil, but still he was a wicked creature and she knew it. It wasn't fair. Why did sin always have to be wrapped in the utmost of attractive packages? She told herself to go. She really did, but her feet—her body—they wouldn't listen to reason and instead she found herself shrugging off her jacket. "I want you," she said and unzipped his pants. The *zzzipp* sound was loud in the silence of the room, but neither cared—they were way past that point now. Satisfying their lust was first and foremost on both of their minds.

Damon let out a rumbling purr of satisfaction as his own hands got busy. In seconds he'd divested her of her little tank top, leaving her clad from the waist up in only a black, lacy bra. "I want to see you," he murmured softly. Slowly, he ran his hands up her arms to her shoulders and pushed the straps of her bra down. He reached behind her in a blink of an eye had it unhooked. Elena let out a soft gasp as her bra fell away. Deftly he pulled it down her arms and tossed it aside. "You're really beautiful…" he murmured.

"Like Katherine?" she suddenly asked.

He frowned. "Now you're just being repetitive," he said, striving for patience. She crossed her arms over her chest and he shook his head. "Seriously Elena, I think you're more hung up on your resemblance than I ever was," he growled. He uncrossed her arms, exposing her to his hungry eyes. "You—Elena—you are beautiful. So spunky—full of fire and passion…" His aquamarine eyes lit up as they traveled over her body, before rising back to her face. His gaze caught and held hers and he licked his lips. "It turns me on," he told her bluntly. Elena's shoulders straightened. The way he was looking at her--it was so hot--so hungry. He wasn't being manipulative—he meant it. He noticed how she seemed to become taller--prouder and he smiled. "Satisfied?" She nodded wordlessly and he stepped closer to her and cupped her cheek. "I want you. I've wanted you since I laid eyes on you, but it really became bad after you slapped me…" There was a twinkle in his eyes as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "it made my ears ring, but it really excited the hell out of me too."

That did it. Elena was lost. How could he be so utterly captivating, but be bad? Stefan had to be wrong—there had to be some good left in Damon, she just had to bring it out. She stepped willingly into his arms. "Show me—show me the passion you see in me," she said softly.

His smile hinted at unspeakable carnal delights. "I'm gonna do more than that," he said softly. He took her hand in his, brought it to hisd mouth and swirled his tongue along the inside of her wrist. His aquamarine eyes blazed with desire as he she trembled. "I'm going to show you heaven, sweetness," he bragged as he led her across the room and to the bed...

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**Okay guys, so here's the next chappie—told you…this is already done and I promised uber-fast updates…was this fast enough?? lol! I'll post the next chappie Friday morning—Thursday nights is my night with David Boreanaz and Bones and of course The Vampire Diaries and Damon… (sigh) God is good to put those two hotties on the same night—right? :P

Okay, now you know what to do now…feed the musie beast!! She's a total review whore! I swear—greedy little thing, but think of this…next chappie she's going to give you naked Damon—so really…doesn't she deserve some feeding?? lol! :) :) :)