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A huge thank you to Jamie and Mirna for helping me out with the chapter.


Starcrossed Lovers

Chapter 2

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"FATE LOVES THE FEARLESS." ― JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL

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Paris

Damon POV

He still couldn't believe he was actually about to take a girl to his hotel room. He hadn't even been in the city for more than a day which meant that he must be delusional. However, she was too hot to turn down. He'd wanted to flirt with her, play a few mind games with her until he got bored, but soon enough he realized his plan had been bound to fail.

This girl, she was something special, entirely different from most girls he fucked. She didn't turn all shy on him nor did she jump his bones either; she simply played him like no other woman ever had. He would fuck bimbos and bitches, but he always was in control. There was always a first time for everything though, he thought, as she led the way.

He would've been perfectly fine with fucking her against the wall of a dark alley or in a dirty bathroom, though little miss sunshine seemed to have different ideas. He knew if he told her 'no' she'd just turn around and not give him another glance. Yeah, she was strong and fearless like that. He knew he would have to forget about a few of his boundaries if he wanted to get between her legs.

He had to admit, it was a major turn on that she didn't let him treat her like a cheap whore. He'd instantly liked her and he had the feeling that he wouldn't be disappointed in the morning. She must be a real minx. No other girl ever talked to him like that, not even Katherine who was a very difficult and complicated piece of work.

She stood up to him, alright, but never when they were about to have sex. No, she would never deny herself the pleasure of having him filling her up when she could avoid it. Katherine would have gladly followed him into that bathroom and let him fuck her against the closest wall. She was easy like that.

Finishing his beer, he stood up and looked at the brunette next to him, once again surprised by her beauty. She looked absolutely stunning, her green dress flattering her body and exposing just enough flesh to make a guy turn all hot and bothered. She was a tease of the highest order; a classy and confident woman.

"Ready to go?" he asked her, taking her hand in his to lead the way. They were lucky, his hotel was only about 5 minutes away. He couldn't wait to get that dress off of her. No matter how hot she looked in it, he was convinced she would look even better without the piece of clothing. Damn, he was already rock hard and they hadn't even started.

Walking through the streets of Paris with a beautiful woman on his arm, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. If he would've known something like this would be happening, he probably wouldn't have given Stefan such a hard time.

Her small hand fit perfectly in his that it made him wonder how she would feel against him, skin to skin. His daydreaming started to get out of control when he looked down at her face and noticed the faint blush across her cheeks. He quickly took off his coat and draped it across her shoulders. She must be freezing. All day the sun had been shining brightly, though at night everything cooled off and it was getting kind of chilly outside.

She gave him a tight smile, her lips softly quivering. "Thank you," she answered politely, slowly leaning into his body until she was pressed tightly against his side. Inhaling deeply, he could smell the faint odor of roses combined with something uniquely her. She smelled heavenly and he started wondering what made him react so strongly. He usually wasn't easy to impress, he might swoop girls from their feet, but that was just a game. He never actually met someone that was interesting enough to make him want to be a better person.

He quickly pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind as now was not the time to get all sentimental. He did not take this girl to his hotel room to have a serious conversation with her, he wanted her body and that was all. He wanted to make her scream so loud that the entire city of Paris would know just how good she was feeling. He was going to bring her higher than anyone ever had before. It was a silent promise he made to himself.


Elena

The temperature had gone down quite a bit and she started to feel a little cold while they were headed towards Damon's hotel room. She hoped it was nearby, because she honestly didn't know how much longer she could take the chilly weather. Why, again, did she leave her coat at the hotel? She should've known better and taken it with her.

When he suddenly started to pull off his jacket, she looked up at him in surprise. He carefully put the coat over her shoulders before taking her hand in his again. She immediately felt better, his body warmth still radiating through the jacket. She slowly leaned into him, not really knowing what got into her. She usually never behaved this improper, though something about this guy just made her wild side come out. He affected her deeply, his male scent lingering in the air, making her want him even more.

"We're almost there," he told her, his voice deep and low. She noticed his eyes had darkened a few shades and she felt secretly proud to be the one that turned him on. She never really seduced guys, most of the time they just came to her and she would turn them down. She wondered if it would always feel this great. She certainly should get out there again and start dating instead of sitting in a lonely corner, brooding about the love she lost. Matt didn't deserve her, he never had.

Just around the corner, she located the hotel he must be staying at. She immediately noticed the fact that he was staying at the most classy and expensive hotels in the area. Oh god, who exactly was he? He must be filthy rich, otherwise he couldn't afford such a high rated residence.

"Are you coming?" he questioned when she came to a halt just in front of the building, taking a minute to take in the new environment. Everything looked overly expensive, from the marble head desk to the gold covered paintings against the wall. She'd never seen something quite like it and didn't think she ever would again. This place was marvelous and absolutely unique in every way.

"This is the hotel you're staying at?" she asked dumbfounded, her eyes wide. For a minute, she forgot about all the flirting that had been going on and the real Elena appeared for a short moment. She just couldn't believe this was really happening.

"It is," he remarked, giving her a curious look. "Something wrong with that?" he questioned, staring at her intently.

"No, it's just… it looks so expensive," she told him, probably making a fool out of herself. Why did she have to make a comment again? She should've known better and keep her mouth shut until the morning arrived, at least then she wouldn't have ruined everything. Damn it, why couldn't she be more like Caroline and flirt with guys as if it was her second nature?

"It is, though it's paid by the company so I don't need to worry about it," Damon explained, an amused grin across his features. She wished she could wipe the look of his face, he looked far too handsome like that.

"You're that kind of guy," Elena murmured, her lips twitching into a smirk.

"And what kind of guy would that be?" he asked curiously, raising his eyebrow.

"The type that flies around the world, stays in expensive hotels his boss pays for, and seduces all kinds of women," she explained, hitting a soft spot without really knowing it.

Instead of commenting, Damon simply walked over to the elevator and stepped inside, pulling her with him. The doors hadn't even properly closed when he pushed her against the nearest wall, pressing his hard and muscled body against hers, his head nuzzling in the nape of her neck. He softly nipped at her flesh, his hands roaming over her smooth curves.

She let out a moan, throwing her head back against the wall while one of her hands disappeared into his silky hair and the other one held onto his back. He suddenly pulled back, looking at her hungrily before his lips crashed down on hers, his tongue immediately poking out to taste her lips.

She opened her mouth automatically, his tongue was seeking hers and a battle for dominance started. Elena felt like her body had turned into mush, her legs feeling like Jell-O. Wow, this was awesome; she never knew a kiss could be this carnal, desperate, and yet so unbelievably good. She felt wonderful, her center becoming wetter with every passing second.

"Damon," she gasped, when their lips finally broke apart, her body still pressed firmly against his.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you," he promised her, lifting her into his arms so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She hadn't even noticed the elevator come to a stop and the doors open. Oh god, what was she doing? Someone could have walk in on them! This was so embarrassing!

Apparently, Damon hadn't noticed her sudden embarrassment or he decided not to comment because he brought her to his room as fast as he could without another word. Once inside, he threw her onto the bed and just kept looking at her for a moment, a primal look covering his face.

She started to feel kind of shy and exposed when he was ogling her like that, though she refrained herself from blushing and turned her face around. He made her feel vulnerable and that wasn't a feeling she was used to. "Are you going to join me or what?" she questioned instead, her eyes dark brown, filled with passion and desperate need. She probably would jump his bones if he didn't continue soon.

He showed his sexy smirk again before crawling up her body like a true predator stalking its prey, making her body go numb. She was literally trembling from anticipation and she couldn't wait till he would finally fill her.

When his lips attacked hers, she immediately opened her mouth, welcoming him home once again. He was a great kisser, a true talent and she wondered what else his talented tongue could do to her. Her thoughts turned cloudy again, naughtier, while she wiggled underneath him, trying to get as close as humanly possible.

"Patience is a virtue, beautiful," Damon singsonged, when he pulled back, his head resting against hers. Their breathing was ragged and uneven from all the heated kisses they'd shared and her heart was beating so loudly that she could swear it was about to jump out of her chest.

"Screw you!" she hissed, pulling the dress off of her body, not even caring if she broke the zipper or not, she just couldn't wait to be naked. Man, when did she become this desperate? Now was not the time to go slow, she wanted him, no, needed him right fucking now and Elena Gilbert always got what she wanted.

He smirked again, amused by her sudden outburst of raw passion and started to unbutton his dress shirt, slowly popping each button. Once Elena had thrown her dress somewhere in the darkness of the room, she sat up and ripped of his shirt, breaking a few buttons along the way. Oops.

"You little tiger," Damon scolded, putting his arms around her frame and nibbling at her earlobe, his naked chest pressed against her still too clothed body. He quickly decided he wanted to see more flesh and unhooked her bra, letting out a soft gasp when he saw her perfect cream-colored erected pebbles.

"Damon," Elena sighed breathlessly, needing him to touch her. She'd never felt this desperate in her entire life, like she could die if he didn't give into her soon.

He quickly came out of his haze, his mouth landing on her breast, teasing her incessantly. She let out a loud moan when his teeth grazed her nipple into his mouth, softly biting it. Her nails dug into his back, her legs tightly wrapped around his hips. She could feel his erection pressing into her and immediately noticed how big the bulge was. He must be huge!

"More," she whimpered, her voice unrecognizable. She was so close, yet still so far away.

When his hands started to trail lower, she couldn't keep the soft 'yes' from coming out of her lips. She lifted her hips, making clear just where she wanted him to be most.

"Easy there," he told her. "I promise you, it's going to be so much better when you wait just a little longer."

"I can't," she mumbled, letting out a groan.

His fingers grazed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down without hesitation. When he finally touched her heated core, she let out a shriek. "Oh god," she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"Feels so good," she whispered when he pushed two fingers inside of her, his tongue circling her clit. She was so far gone, she hadn't even noticed his face was between her legs now. He was making her head spin, his tongue licking her, flicking her sweet button. One of her hands landed in his hair, grabbing a fist full and pulling at it. The soft growl he made was enough to make her body explode, her inner muscles clamping around his fingers. He was still pumping in and out of her, making her orgasm even more intense. Everything around her seemed to have gotten blurry and all she could think of was how good she felt.

When she finally came down from her high, she realized what she had done and her cheeks reddened. Who would've known she could be such a temptress? She now understood why Matt had found their sex life dull and boring. There was nothing compared to the release she had just received, not once had her ex-boyfriend made her feel that amazing. Not even close.

She smiled up at Damon lazily, her body wrecked. He must be the most passionate lover out there, she thought dreamily. Her eyes already starting to flutter close. "That was amazing," she told him, sounding breathless.

"Baby, we haven't even started yet," he smirked, his lips landing on hers. The kiss was entirely different from the two they shared before, it was still raw and passionate, yet lazy and sweet. She could still taste herself on his tongue and felt incredibly dirty and horny at the same time. How was it possible to be turned on so easily? She usually didn't feel this affected.

When his lips started to trail lower, she pulled him up to her lips once again and kissed him deeply, her tongue invading his mouth. It was the first time she took the lead and initiated a kiss herself and it felt wonderful. She'd never felt as sexy and wanted as in that moment. He made a part of her come alive that she didn't even know she had in her.

"Inside, now!" she ordered, her heartbeat speeding up drastically at the thought of him filling her, sliding into her slick heat.

"So greedy," he smirked, quickly taking a condom out of the bedside table, putting it on and positioning himself at her entrance. He slowly started to push forward, filling her inch for inch. Her walls stretched around his thick cock and she was surprised by how perfectly he fit. He filled her till the hilt, making her moan in appreciation. They were a perfect match, though by now, she wasn't surprised by anything anymore.

When he withdrew she let out a sigh, only to scream much louder as he pumped back into her. His pace was incorrigible and fast, making her climb higher than she ever imagined possible. His touches were electric, setting her body on fire with every stroke. The moment he shifted the angle and hit her G-spot with every thrust, she knew she was gone and the most earth-shattering orgasm took over her body, taking her so high she felt as if she could pass out any minute. Waves after waves of pleasure hit her body and she could swear she now knew what heaven felt like.

They were both breathing heavily, trying to get some highly needed oxygen back into their lungs after their heavy work-out. "Wow, just wow," Damon told her, quickly removing the condom and throwing it away, before cuddling up against her body, pulling her close to his chest. "You were amazing, babe," he praised, kissing her cheek while pulling her even closer to his body, their naked skin pressed against each other.

She smiled up at him shyly, surprised he actually said that out loud. She had been incredibly worried that she wouldn't be able to satisfy him, after all she didn't really have much experience. Matt never really had been the adventurous type, they always made love in the same position and it soon became boring as hell. So it made her all the more happy that it had felt good for Damon too.

"Now, don't you think I've earned it to know your name? Or do you need me to refresh your memory?" he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. She almost forgot he didn't know her name. To be honest, she never let anyone work this hard to tell them her name, though it certainly had its advantages.

"In the morning, I'd certainly like a refreshment of my memory. Although, at the moment I'm too tired. You wore me out, tough guy," she told him, softly kissing his lips.

"My name is Elena, it's nice to meet you, Damon," she smiled when she pulled back, shaking his hand like it was the first time they actually met each other.

"The pleasure is all mine, Elena," he laughed, her name rolling of his tongue beautifully and she knew she was doomed. She would never be able to forget about this guy.


Hello my dear readers, I was slightly disappointed by the lack of reviews for this story. Please, tell me if I'm doing something wrong. I know these first chapters are kind of fluffy and totally expected, though I promise you all will get better in time. The Paris chapters are a prolongued version of a prologue, because afterwards the real story begins and drama/angst ensues.

I hope you all enjoyed this smutty chapter! Please review and let me know your thoughts (even if they're not positive)!

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