A/N: I know it's just a short chapter, but here you go.

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If Elena was still human, she would be covered in bruises now. Because Stefan had taken her against every damn surface in the whole apartment in the last few days. She deserved every bit of pain he could cause her while they fucked, even though that most of the time, she was enjoying herself pretty much.

In a swift movement, Stefan had pinned her uncovered body under his on the kitchen table, its legs breaking under the force. The table broke together and they dropped down to the ground with it, grunting. "Damit!" Stefan growled.

"You already had me on this table." Elena smirked, this emotionless smirk that showed nothing. Not even amusement.

Stefan wanted to fuck it right off of her pretty face. It annoyed the fucking hell out of him.

"So? Doesn't mean I can't do it again!" he huffed, rolling them off the broken table and onto the cold hardwood floor. Goosebumps rose on Elena's skin as her heated flesh met the cold ground, her nipples hardened even further and she groaned, arching her back up in attempt to get away from the coldness. "So do it!" she challanged him, rolling her hips against his own.

His cock nudged her wet folds again and he groaned, getting onto his knees. She wanted to follow him up, but had no chance. Stefan quickly flicked her over onto her stomach and pressed her down onto the ground again. She squirmed against him, glaring over her shoulder as he spread her legs and pushed two fingers into her wet hole. "Always wet for me, baby." he hissed, smirking smugly down at her. "Your body can't deny the affection that your heart refuses to feel."

"Affection? My body just wants to get fucked!" she spat up at him, buckling her hips back into his hand.

His eyes narrowed in disbelief. He'd break her, he was sure of it.

Stefan slowly curled his fingers inside of her, making her moan and tremble in pleasure. "More!" she gasped out, pushing her hips against him again.

"At least you learned how to beg, baby." he smirked, pulling his fingers out of her core. The smell of her arousal was irreplaceable and divine, making his dick twitch as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted her sweet nectar. "Mhmmm.." he nearly moaned.

Elena scowled, "I didn't beg!"

But Stefan ignored her and rolled her slowly back onto her back, pushing her legs apart to settle comfortable between them. "Shut up, Elena. I'll give in to your bodies desires now." he smirked, nudging the tip of his building erection against her clit. And she glared at him. "Make me!" she huffed, pushing her own hips down against him in attempt to get the thing she desired the most inside of her already.

Stefan shook his head momentarily with a smirk before he drove his rock-hard, throbbing shaft inside of her ready center, shoving himself home to the hilt. And Elena cried out at the unforeseen entrance, her was trembling around Stefan's pulsating member as they tried to desperately adjust to his size. Elena was a gasping mess under him, trying to catch her unneeded breathing as he had just rammed himself into her with such force.

"Move, bastard!" she exclaimed, rolling her hips against his. Trying to create some much needed friction. "Stefan!" she groaned as he pulled all the way out, leaving her no time to recover before he slammed back in, making her walls quiver yet another time, stretching her open as he hit all the right spots to pleasure her.

"Someone's begging again.." Stefan smirked, panting slightly as he repeated his action with more and more pressure. Elena's arms were looped around his broad frame, clinging to him like her life depended on him.

She met his thrusts with all the strength she could muster at his annoying comment, trying to go just as hard as he was going.

"Begging?" she gasped between ragged breath, pushing her hips quickly down against his. They weren't moving in human speed anymore, no, they were rocking against each other at an unbelievable pace, slamming into each other almost violently. "Fuck you!" Elena yelled, flipping them over so she was sitting on top of him, riding him.

"Stefan fucking Salvatore, screw you!" she yelled, pushing herself wildly up and down on his hard length, her breasts bouncing as she was riding him into sunshine.

Stefan couldn't believe her, but she seemed to be angry, which was an emotion and so he let her, choosing to not battle her in this he let her take over and ride him. And he could say he enjoyed this.

Her fingers nails were sinking into the skin that covered his abs as she scratched down his lower body, leaving body marks that healed immediately. She secretly wished he'd be human right now, so she could mark him with her nails, make him bleed, hurt him. Not because he deserved it, or anything, but just because she wanted to feel the remorse that had always hit her when she wasn't emotionless after she had hurt him.

The pain she felt while she had inflicted Stefan pain was the worst and strongest feeling she had ever felt as a human, and it seemed as if it would probably be the only feeling that could bring her back. But not when he was a vampire, and healed, she couldn't hurt him. And it hurt her.

Elena was so lost in thoughts as she was guiding herself up and down on Stefan's cock that she didn't even feel the small tear that was escaping her closed eyes. But Stefan did, as her walls contacted around his twitching manhood and she drove into her orgasm, he opened his eyes and watched as her tear fell down and hit his chest. Before he followed her over the edge, shooting up to hug her tightly against his chest as they both came in union.

Breathless, hot, sweaty and an emotional wreck.

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