The Auction
A fic by: Jen
Rating: Okay, this is a serious M for lots and lots of smut!!
Disclaimer: If I owned Damon and Elena—they'd be together already! I don't so please don't sue me!
A/N: I want to thank every one of you who have taken the time to R&R this fic or PM me. Thank you, you guys inspire the musie beast! You are so cool, thank you!!
Now, here's the chappie that should have been up a few days ago…sorry. :( :( RL and family drama got in the way of any and all writing!
Okay nuff of that, on with the show, right??
Hugs,
Jen
**Previously**
"I'm going to make you scream," he told her as he tossed her over his shoulder. Elena gulped and her world tilted and whizzed by at a blinding speed as he shot across the beach and into the cabana set up for them to sleep in.
He tossed her on the big soft king sized bed. Elena rolled onto her back. She swept her hair out of her face and glanced up at him. They stared at each other for several seconds before Damon kneeled on the bed and crawled across it.
"Are you sure--because once you're mine, I don't share," he growled.
Elena nodded and he didn't ask twice--Damon kissed her. "I need you," he said, as they fell back on the bed, kissing wildly as if they could get inside each other through their mouths.
The lovers on the bed were so into each other they never noticed the huddled figure that peeked in--stumbled back and scurried across the beach with long, angry strides...
Part 3
Inside the cabana, the room glowed with soft, shifting lights, getting its illumination from about twenty tall white pillar candles placed strategically around the room. There were several soft downy throw rugs across the floor and the bed was huge, king-sized and surrounded by a white filmy curtains which blew out away from the bed, sucked towards the door by the breeze from the ocean outside. Shadows from the candles and bed curtains danced along the walls, but on the bed were two people who couldn't have cared less. They were lying across the bed just kissing. Nothing was as important as the feelings they were exploring for the first time. Desire was flaring out of control. Really, it was a classic make-out session, filled with lots of groping and grinding as the couple mated with their mouths.
Many long, wet kisses later, Damon slowly pulled away and brushed her flushed cheek with his knuckles. She was gasping for breath and he was panting softly—his vampire stamina helping him out there. They kissed again; softly this time. Damon stared at her, licking his lips and savoring her taste. He'd nearly forgotten how erotic a kiss could be. You'd think with over a 150 years of debauched sex—both as a human and vampire—under his belt, it wouldn't affect him anymore, but kissing Elena wasn't like kissing other girls. She was so full of passion, the fire inside her burned so intense, he wanted to take it slow—savor every touch and taste, but his body was driving him for more. With a groan he grabbed her again and attacked her mouth with his. It wasn't enough. He wanted more.
He gripped Elena's ass and lifted her, grinding his erection against her seeking the friction of that touch. It was so good, but he knew he had to tamp down his instinctual need to dominate--to just take and have. With Elena he had to slow it down.
"I can't—Damon," she gasped, finally taking a deep, shuddering breath, clinging to him tightly. "I want—" Her words choked off as the weeping tip of his erection brushed against her wet center. "I'm so achy--I need something more!" she panted, biting her lip so hard she saw stars.
"Ssshhh. I know what you need and I'll take care of you," he soothed, placing soft kisses along her cheek and down her neck. "Relax Elena…we're going to take this slow, lover," he told her sliding his hands up her sides to her bare shoulders. "Just relax and feel…" he whispered, as his lips moved along her throat to her shoulder. His tongue swirled along her collar bone, making Elena shiver.
"Damon!" she gasped, burying her fingers in his hair and holding him to her. "I want you—now—please!" she whined, arching under him.
"I know, but you'll thank me later for my patience, kitten." Her face was flushed with sexual desire. Her arousal perfumed the air around them and Damon almost said 'fuck it' and just went right to the sexing. He'd wanted her for as long time, only his single minded-stubbornly deluded and oh-so-fucked up mission to "rescue" Katherine had kept him from pursuing Elena from the get-go. What a folly that had turned into, it was one of the reasons he'd picked this spot. Folly Beach—how apropos! Had he went with his first reaction…he would have handled Elena so, so very differently.
He sighed…water—bridge. They were here now and he wasn't going to fuck it up by rushing things. He cupped her face in his hands, calming her with butterfly kisses. "Trust me to make this incredible for you…okay?"
To say this side of Damon was a shockingly wonderful surprise would have been like saying Mount Everest was just a little hill. Elena was speechless. She'd expected hot, naughty sex, not this tenderness. She swallowed hard and nodded, afraid her voice would give away the emotions rushing through her if she spoke. He smiled as if he knew and gave her another lingering kiss to get her worked up again. Once she was kissing him back with abandon, Damon let his fingers do the walking…He ran his hands down her arms, intertwining their fingers for a moment as he broke the kiss and let his lips meander down her neck again, gently licking and sucking in between kisses. He purred in pleasure when she automatically tilted her head to give him better access—if that wasn't a show of trust—he didn't know what was. He unclasped their hands and moved them across her stomach and upwards, cupping her breasts. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, rubbing over and around them in a soft, circular motion that had them pebble hard in seconds. Her body was melting. Damon could sense how ready she was. He really could skip the rest of the foreplay and slide inside. She was definitely wet and ready, but he wanted it all from her, every emotion as she went from 0-1000. He wanted to see every shift of her gears.
"Let's get this off, hmmm?" he said sitting back and sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders.
Elena's head was spinning. He had her riding an excited roller coaster of arousal. She practically tore her dress in her eagerness to get it off. Getting her clothes off meant getting Damon's clothes off and with the way she was worked up that was pretty much her primary focus in life right about now. No other worries were on her mind. Damon. Naked and inside her—yep that was about it! He stopped her when she went for the bra and panties too.
"Wait," he said with a tiny smirk, grabbing her hands and pinning them at her sides. "These are hot. Leave em."
"Damon!" she wailed, "I don't want to wait!" Elena's belly ached. She wanted him so badly it was starting to hurt. The throbbing pulse there was actually becoming painful. "Please…I need you inside me," she finally admitted, pushed beyond caring about her pride.
He stood and stripped off his clothes, giving her a little show by twirling the jacket like a stripper and flinging it across the room. Elena giggled, but her laughter died when he unbuttoned his shirt. She waited, holding her breath, for that magnificent chest and torso to become available for her viewing pleasure. When he shrugged out of the shirt and tossed it aside, her mouth actually watered. His body was simply perfection. "The pants," she said huskily. "Lose them."
His eyes widened before he chuckled, and his brow quirked. "Demanding little chick, aren't you?"
"Yes, still sure you want me," se replied waiting and watching as he went to work on the buttons on his dress slacks.
"Oh, I want you," he murmured in that smooth, silky voice. "I think it's pretty obvious, hmmm?" he said, dropping his pants.
Elena's eyes popped. Her breath caught and then she frowned. "Okay, that—" she waved a hand at his erection, "is going to hurt. Are you sure you're dad wasn't Seattle Slew, or maybe John Holmes, not Guiseppe Salvatore!" she said frowning at the size of him.
"Are you saying I'm part horse—or porn star?"
"If the shoe—or in this case—condom fits…"
He laughed, an honest laugh, not his usual sarcastic chuckle. "Elena, you're priceless," he said.
"Well priceless or not, I don't think this is going to work."
"Yes, it will," he said matter-of-factly.
He crawled back up on the bed. Elena kept staring at his cock worriedly. "Elena—it'll fit—women have babies every day that are a hell of a lot bigger than my dick, okay?"
"Well, not this woman!" she exclaimed. "I've never had anything that big inside—" She stopped and blushed a brilliant shade of rose when he started to laugh. It took her less than a second to realize how he could use that to hurt his brother. "Wait! Stefan was—"
"No where near my size," he interjected. "I already knew that, babe," he said with a shrug. "C'mon—he's my brother—I've seen his package, Elena," he told her with a strange, far-away look.
"Okay, I'm not going to ask where or how. I'm just going to hit delete again and pretend I didn't hear that."
He sighed. "Look, we shared Katherine. In every way, and sometimes together…" he said softly, yet simply. "She wanted it that way and we were blinded by love so we gave her what she wanted."
"Oh," Elena said softly, her face clearly showing her disdain for Katherine and the visual his statement caused.
Intrigued, Damon raised a brow. "What did you think I meant?" She flushed and his eyes widened before he threw his head back and laughed. "Why Elena, what a dirty little mind you have!"
"Well, you said you'd seen his—you know?" she argued, reddening further when he made a *tsking* sound. "Okay, can we skip this conversation?"
"Definitely," he replied, followed with a "yuck." His lip curled. "Talk about brotherly love taken a tad too far…" He shook his head and made another face before a smirk crossed his handsome features and he took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "But it's so kinky…didn't know you had that in you." A slow, lascivious smile spread across his face, "I like it—except leave let's leave Stefan out of it. Think—you. Dressed all in leather, a little spanking and maybe some light bondage and I'm there 100%!"
Elena rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "You're such an ass—just when I see something sweet in you, you say something like that."
He winked. "But what a sexy ass—right?"
Her eyes traveled his body. "Sexy, yes, but still a jackass!"
"Now I'm part donkey too?" He gave her a mock scowl and pulled her to him. She giggled and half-heartedly tried to escape, but he reeled her in like a fish. "Oh no—now you're going to pay," he taunted. He pinned her to the bed under him and lowered his head. "Elena, if you're going to call me an animal, I'm going to have to give you a list of acceptable mammals—one that doesn't include donkey or horse. How about a tiger?" he teased, growling at her as he nipped at her neck. "I wouldn't mind you calling me a tiger in bed," he murmured, laving her throat with his tongue before taking a gentle bite at her jugular.
"Okay Tigger," she said. Bursting into a fit of giggles when his head snapped up and he scowled.
"You know I didn't say Tigger!" His brows drew down, and he pouted, "Isn't that the cat that bounces on his tail all day?"
She nodded, still giggling. "Again, if the shoe fits…" Her eyes sparkled with mischief and Damon didn't care if she called him Lucifer himself at that moment. Here they were naked—in bed and seeing Elena so carefree…so full of life, well, frankly, it got him hot. "And really is Tigger so far off?" she asked, and then waited a heartbeat before she added cheekily, "'Cause I'd be willing to bet you've spent more than your fair share of time bouncing on tail all day!"
His lips lifted in that half smile she was beginning to love. "Such naughty thoughts you have…" He brushed her hair back from her face. "What am I going to do with you, Elena?" he sighed. But his eyes darkened so that they were green now, rather than the light aqua they normally were, and the devilish look that crossed his face clearly said he had several ideas…
Elena's breath caught at the hungry look on his handsome face. Her heart began to pound again and just like that the banter was gone, replaced by sexual tension that was so thick you'd need a chainsaw to cut through it—a knife simply wouldn't do. She could think of no witty reply. The only thing that came out of her mouth was his name—whispered softly, like she was just realizing who he really was. "Damon," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him to her.
He'd just gotten the invitation he'd been waiting for, but Damon wanted more. He wanted to 'OWN' her. He palmed her breasts, pushing up her strapless bra to expose her breasts. "So pretty," he said, dipping his head to taste each dusky peak. He made soft sounds of approval as he swirled his tongue over and around each nipple, suckling and blowing on them until they were perky—diamond hard little nubs just begging for his attention—and they got it. Damon spent several minutes on her breasts, laving, suckling and using his hands, mouth and tongue to rev her engine up again. He reached under her and with an ease born from years of experience quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. He stared down at her for a moment, taking the time to admire the view—it was his fantasy come to life and his cock throbbed at the sight. He pushed aside his own need and went back to bringing her off. He redoubled his efforts, taking first one nipple, and then the other in his mouth, suckling gently at first and then increasing the pressure until Elena was writing under him, clasping his head to her chest and begging him for relief. Opening his mouth wide, Damon fastened his mouth on her breast and sucked—hard, using his teeth at the very end. It was just what she needed to go over the edge. Elena's body jerked and he smiled around her flesh when he felt her shudder under him. He raised his head and watched her expressive face as she rode out the short little orgasm.
"Mmmm, you're beautiful when you come, but that was just the pre-show," he said as he placed heated kisses down her flat belly. "Get ready for the next act." He raised his head and his magnetic eyes caught and held her heavy lidded ones. "I'm going to make you scream," he promised her with a wicked little smile.
Terribly nervous, Elena clenched her eyes shut as he neared her neatly trimmed curls. She glanced down. "Damon you don't have to—"
"Sshhh, I want to," he said, easing her panties down as he placed a wet kiss just under her belly button. Her body was tense, so Damon simply huffed a soft breath over his real goal, tossed her thong aside and continued placing kisses along her hip bones and down her legs, along her inner thighs, down to the backs of her knees. Her nervousness faded as he took his time, swirling his tongue along her inner thighs, nibbling here and there until he was back at his desired buffet, but now Elena was relaxed, limp and willing to let him do as he pleased.
He eased her legs open wide and settled himself between them, licking his lips in anticipation. She was still shy, so he had to take it slow and build up her desire. His hands traced soft patterns along her inner thighs distracting her until he took his first taste. Elena gasped when his soft tongue lapped at her nether lips, kissing them and swirling his tongue along her slit with a touch as soft as goose down. When she lifted her hips a bit, he spread her lips and moved his tongue around her clit—not touching it directly yet, just around it until it began to fill with blood, becoming plump and swollen the more aroused she got. Her fingers tunneled their way until his hair and in her lust; Elena lost all traces of shyness, moving his mouth to where she needed it most. He smiled, and finally licked at that tiny, swollen bundle of nerves.
"Oh God!" she cried, planting her feet on the bed, arching her hips and pressing his face hard against her clit as she ground herself against that talented tongue.
***Down the beach:***
Stefan heard Elena's scream and cringed inwardly. If anyone would have told him that he'd have lost her to Damon of all people he'd have never believed it. Stefan knew his brother was attractive to women. Before they'd even been turned Stefan remembered many a young belle sneaking out of Damon's room in the early hours just before dawn and after a party at their house. If he put his mind to it, Damon could charm any woman he chose, but he hadn't made any such effort in so very long, Stefan had (obviously) foolishly decided he was happy with his many one night stands that also served as 'happy meals' and while he'd entertained the possibility of Damon turning his sights on Elena, he'd never dreamed Elena would reciprocate those feelings. He heard her cry out his brother's name again and practically ran from the encampment. Needing to put distance between himself and the two lovers in the beach cabana.
He opened his phone. "Bonnie…" he said softly. "It's Stefan. I—h" His throat closed up and he felt tears come to his eyes.
She asked him what was wrong and he tried to tell her but the words came out in a jumbled mix of Elena—Damon—sex—she wants him more than me.
Bonnie didn't say anything for a long time and Stefan was about to hang up when she whispered. "Come over."
"Thank you," he said softly and just as quietly as he entered the romantic beach setting, Stefan left it, leaving the two lovers alone again.
***Inside the Cabana:***
When the fine trembling of Elena's body became a deep shudder of raw lust, Damon had to call upon every trick he'd learned over the years to keep his own desire at bay and not just ram himself into her. It was also a good thing he didn't need to breathe. Elena wasn't letting him come up for air anytime soon from the looks of it. He didn't mind, she tasted heavenly. "Mmmmm," he murmured, over and over letting her know just how good she tasted and how much he was enjoying this. When she was babbling incoherently and bucking against his mouth, Damon inserted two fingers inside her, quirking them in a 'come hither' motion until he found that tissue inside that was her G-spot. He rubbed that spot gently for a moment before he settled his lips around her clit and began to suckle the sensitive little nub.
Elena came undone. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him in place as her body exploded, shuddering uncontrollably—even her toes curled. "Damon-Damon-Damon!" she chanted his name like a prayer as wave after wave of the most intense sensations washed over her. Finally when it was too much, she whimpered and pulled away from his lips and tongue to collapse on the bed, her over-sensitized flesh and body, exhausted.
Damon followed, lapping at the sweet honey flowing from her like fine wine a few more times, relishing her taste, before letting her go. His own need had become unbearable. His cock was leaking pre-cum by the bucketfuls and the tip of it left a wet trail along her thigh as he maneuvered himself into position between her open thighs. He brushed her sweaty hair back from her face. Now, she was the one who looked wrecked and he took great pride that he'd put such a well pleasured look on her face.
"Elena, open you're eyes, lover," he whispered, bracketing her head with his forearms and laying on top of her, but keeping his full weight off her by balancing his body weight on his elbows.
She blinked open sluggish brown eyes. "That wassss amazzzing," she sighed.
"We still have the main event, baby." He started to kiss her again. Sensual, slow, wet kisses. The kind that made you ache deep inside, craving something more and Damon was quickly becoming a master at making Elena crave more. He used his lips and tongue to work her out of her climax induced drowsiness and back into the moment. Within moments she was clinging to him, raking her nails down his back and begging him to come inside…
He didn't have to be invited more than once. Gripping his penis with one hand, Damon braced himself above her with his other arm and guided himself to her entrance. He pushed into her slowly, giving her time to accept his girth and size. Elena moaned, eyes widening as he entered her, stretching her inner sheath until she was so full, it was like she didn't know where she ended and Damon began. He was so deep inside her—it was like he was a part of her.
"Damon," she sighed, wrapping her arms and legs around him in a welcoming embrace as she whispered how good he felt, how much she wanted him…
It was enough to trigger the lust he'd kept restrained for (in his opinion) too long, and with a loud groan Damon thrust all the way inside her tight sheath, making her his. Once there, he paused, forcing himself to slow down before he gave in to the urge to pound her into the mattress. She fluttered around him. It sent shivers down his spine and right to his scrotum. He pulsed inside her, very close to orgasm. "Shit, this may be fast," he said, only half jokingly. He gritted his teeth, reciting the alphabet backwards in an effort to keep his instincts tucked away for just a little longer.
Elena; on the other hand, didn't want to slow down. He felt so good inside her—she wanted the main event and she wanted it now. "Please…" she whined lifting her hips and running her hands up and down the firm muscles of his back. "I need you."
Damon opened his mouth to say something, and then shut it again not at all ready to share what he was feeling. "You sure you're ready?" he asked instead. She nodded, body trembling and brown eyes so dark with desire they appeared black. Unable to wait any longer, he raised himself above her and began to move inside her, setting a slow, easy rhythm—he wanted to savor the feel of her burning heat wrapped around him, tight as a glove. It was better than he'd ever imagined and no matter how badly he wanted to come, Damon was in no hurry for it to end.
But passion was a funny thing and no matter how badly Damon wanted it to last—he'd waited too long already and very quickly he felt the first tingling sensation in his belly and scrotum that signaled release. His lips settled over Elena's, kissing her deeply as one of his hands moved between their bodies to find her clitoris. Damon stroked the sensitive bit of flesh, rocking his hips harder, pistoning in and out of her with each long, deep push of his hips. She responded to him like she was made for him. Her legs tightened around his waist and each thrust from Damon drew an answering arch of Elena's hips.
Elena's head fell back, her breath was coming in rapid pants and the tension tightening inside her belly and between her thighs was almost at an unbearable level. She thrashed under him, striving for that moment when she'd tumble over the edge and into oblivion. And then Damon pinched her clit lightly and all of a sudden it was upon her, her body tightened. Her back bowed, bringing her off the bed for a moment as all that tension just snapped inside her. Her eyes popped open as her climax crashed over her, hitting her like a run-a-way freight train. "Damon! Oh God, Damon!" she cried, tangling her fingers in his hair before bringing his head down for a wildly intimate, wet kiss. Her internal muscles clamped down on him, pulsing and Damon groaned loudly against her lips as he let go of all restraint. His tongue mated with hers as his thrusts became wilder, frantic. He had one thought in mine, seeking his own relief. It was quick in coming. With a growl and one last hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside Elena's body as he came, spilling hot jets of semen deep into her womb.
He buried his face in the side of her neck, fighting the urge to bite her—to taste the sweet release in her blood. He blew out a deeply satisfied breath. "Fuck," he cursed softly as his body continued to shiver, every pulse of his cock sending a fresh wave of pleasure washing over him. Elena's eyes were still wide, staring at him with a new found sense of awe. Watching Damon's orgasm had left her stunned. He was beautiful. When he finally stopped shaking, Damon moved his mouth to Elena's, kissing her gently as he struggled to come back to Earth after that near mind melting climax.
He rolled off her, sweating and looking like the cat that just ate the cream and the canary. "That was—"
"Beautiful," Elena cut in, leaning up on one elbow and brushing a sweat dampened lock of hair out of her eyes. He smirked and opened his mouth to say something sarcastic no doubt, but Elena wasn't in the mood to allow him to spoil the moment. She put her finger over his lips. "Sshh, that was incredible," she whispered, daring him to say otherwise.
Damon's hand snaked around her wrist and pulled her to lie on top of his chest. He brushed the hair back from her face. "Is that what you want, Elena, for this to be something more than just a one night thing?"
Elena's bows drew down as insecurities assailed her. "Don't you?" she countered with instead of answering.
"I've wanted you for a long time," he replied without really answering.
Elena sat up, drawing the sheet up and over her naked body. "No games, Damon," she said with a gritty edge to her voice as she tucked her hair behind her ear and caught his gaze with hers. "What do you want?" She wet her lips. "From us," she added, wringing the sheet in her hands as she waited for his answer.
He stared, lashes fluttering as her words sank in. He wanted to believe in her, but the wall was still there. Once bitten twice shy, and despite his desire to wish it otherwise, Katherine's bite was still there, festering inside, poisoning him. "I heard the new Mustang is a good ride," he said, unable to help himself. Talking about feelings was never his strong suit—especially since he'd already been burned once by love.
Elena wanted to scream at him for being a sarcastic ass, but she didn't. Instead she simply glared at him, shook her head sadly and went to get out of the bed. "Fine—enjoy your Mustang!" she bit out, blinking her eyes rapidly to stave off her tears as she searched for her clothes.
He grabbed her arm before she could get out of bed. Damon pulled her back to him as he sat up and leaned his back against the headboard. She struggled, but his superior strength won out, and in the end he finally settled her down as he cradled her to him, murmuring apologies in her ear. "I want you. I want you," he told her softly.
Those words had the desired effect and Elena gave in and let her body relax against the hard wall of his muscular chest. "Why do you have to be so cruel?" she asked looking up at him.
He ran a knuckle along her jaw before he shrugged. "You can hurt me, Elena. You have before, remember the tomb when I trusted you?"
"But that wasn't—"
He placed a finger over her lips. "I know, but it still left a scar. Just like everything I've done." He leaned back and pulled her closer, rubbing his cheek on top of her head. "We have scars, Elena, but I want you enough to try and work them out." He tilted her chin up so that she met his gaze. "Question is, can you?"
"Can I what?" she asked, splaying her hands on his pectoral muscles and melting into his amazing eyes.
He chuckled and gave a little eye roll. "Pay attention kitten," he teased, rubbing his thumb along her jaw. "You're asking me what I want from us, but you haven't given me an answer to the question that even tells me if we have anything after tonight."
"What question is that?"
"Can you forgive and forget?" Elena paused, and Damon's jaw tightened as he waited. Finally he said, "It's up to you."
Her hands tightened on his chest. "I can forgive, but I honestly don't know if I can totally forget," she said, glancing up at him under her lashes. She worried her bottom lip until it was red and swollen. "I wasn't to, but I just can't. Does that make sense?" she asked as she finally met his gaze head on.
It was a very honest answer. One Damon appreciated. "Perfect and one I can deal with too," he told her, wrapping his hand in her hair and bringing her down for a deep kiss. After a few moments, he pulled back and smirked."Okay, since I've been so good and haven't killed anyone in like…" he snorted, "too long. I think I deserve a reward, don't you?" he asked with a wriggle of his eyebrows.
"Oh brother," Elena said, looking heavenward as if some divine guidance was going to give her advice on how to deal with the rascal that was very quickly worming his way into her heart.
Damon laughed heartedly as he rolled her under him again. "Seriously, the time to ask for his help was before you got into bed with me, kitten," he teased, leaning down to take a small nibble at her lips.
Elena gasped and made an *mmmmm* sound just as her stomach let out a loud growl.
Damon raised his head and frowned. "Why didn't you say you were hungry?"
"I am—" She ran her hands along his shoulders and down his belly to his penis. "Very hungry," she said wrapping her hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes, testing how he liked it. She gave him a flirtatious little smile. "Why don't you feed me?"
He winked. "I intend to," he said and before Elena realized what he meant he was out of bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked, sitting up. The sheet pooled around her tiny waist and for once Elena was totally unmindful of her nudity. "Where are you going?"
"To feed you," he told her rummaging through a bag of his until he found what he was looking for.
Elena took that moment to drool over his totally naked body exposed to her oh-so-wandering eyes. When he pulled out a pair of black cotton draw string pants, Elena frowned. "Damon, what are you doing?"
"Getting you something to eat, Elena," he told her stepping into the pants. He tightened the drawstring, but left them loose, so that they rode low on his hips. "Remember? We didn't eat earlier?"
Elena blushed as she was reminded it was her kiss that instigated the rushed trip to the cabana. She chewed her lip. "Yeah, well what if I don't want food?"
He grinned. "As much as I love the lust you have for my body, love. You need food," he told her simply. He came to the side of the bed and sat down. "Now, the only question is do you want to eat it out on the beach, with the fire pit, the flowers and the sound of the waves crashing all around us or do you want to eat it in here…" he paused and a devilish gleam entered his eyes, making Elena's heart speed up, "…in the bed with candles and the possibility of more sex while you eat?"
Elena looped her arms around his neck. "Oh definitely in here…" she sighed as she lifted her face for his kiss. Damon didn't hesitate. He lowered his head and settled his mouth over hers. This kiss was different. It wasn't rushed or too eager. It was slow. Meandering even. They just explored each other's taste in this kiss. There was no rush to get to the culmination—their immediate lust had been satisfied. This kiss was just for the sheer pleasure of kissing.
Damon suckled on her tongue, nipping at it lightly. A drop of her blood hit his taste buds and he groaned before he let her go and pulled back. "Tasty," he said, but Elena could see he wanted more.
She pushed him off her, grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her body before she sat up in bed and turned to him. "Let's eat," she said, staring at him deeply. He raised a brow as if asking, 'are you saying what I think you're saying?' She nodded, seeing the question in his eyes. "I want to." He looked skeptical so Elena dropped the sheet. His eyes immediately went to her exposed breasts and she watched as he licked his lips hungrily. She brought his head to her nipple. Damon's tongue snaked out and swirled around the hard peak. They both gave soft moans. Elena buried her fingers in his soft hair, pressing him to her chest. "Feed me and then I'll feed you…" She glanced down at him. His eyes were black and veins were surrounding his eyes. He was still beautiful to her. She leaned down and kissed him, ignoring the fangs. "Deal?" she asked, raising her head.
Damon was unmanned. He could only nod, and it was in that moment that he finally admitted to himself that he was in love with her. "Let's go get you something to eat first," he said as he got up, took her hand and helped her to her feet. He pulled something out of his bag and Elena stared at the 'Victoria Secret' bag with a mixture of sweet pleasure and stunned exasperation. Figures Damon would have went shopping for something naughty for her to wear. Arrogant ass that he could be! But when she drew out the filmy sundress, she gasped. It was so soft—silky and she realized it was real silk. It wasn't lingerie. It was a dress and a very pretty, albeit sexy little dress, but still it was beautiful and she immediately slipped it on.
Damon watched in satisfaction as she drew the flimsy sundress over her naked body. "You look gorgeous," he commented before taking her hand and leading her to the door. Hand in hand they left their little love nest and headed back to the beach.
***Somewhere near Mystic Falls:***
The two women stared down at the body of Octo Granny.
"Well, that little plan worked out well," the smaller brunette said with a smirk. "If you would have discussed it with me first I would have told you not to turn the old lady--stupid! Now we have no idea where they are!" she snapped, crossing her arms and stomping her foot.
Isobel sighed. "Katherine, I wanted him to stay away from my daughter..."
Katherine's laughter trilled. "You're jealous, just like I am, don't bother to lie to me, Izzy--I know," she taunted with a cruel parody of a smile before she reached out and slapped Isobel—hard. "You stupid twit! I told you to get her out of the picture, but you promised me Damon wasn't interested!" Katherine flounced back to the limo waiting by the side of the road. She slid inside and settled back against the seat, crossing her arms as she pouted. After a few minutes she sighed, shook it off and started plotting again.
She leaned out the door. "Oh come on, Izzy--I'm not going to bite again.." she fluttered her lashes. "Promise."
Isobel warily got in the long, black car. "I'm sorry. I tried..."
"I know, I guess that's why the phrase; 'If you want something done…do it yourself, was coined, right?" she muttered, sitting up and hitting the button for the privacy screen. "I'll just have to find him myself." She leaned forward to tell the driver where to go when she paused as she realized she didn't know. She expelled a short, heated breath before rounding on Isobel. "Where did your little Grandma-project say they were?" she demanded, growling slightly. "Tell me or this will be your last day as a vampire!" she snarled. Then as quick as a cat her face changed and she smiled. "But if you help me…" her smile was cunning even as her face was beguiling, "I may share Damon with you…" She paused and giggled. "But only if you're a good girl!"
Isobel clutched her face, rubbing it softly to soothe the burn there. "Kath—I really am sorry, please stop being cross with me," she said softly. "I told you Damon was angry with you for not being in that tomb."
Katherine shrugged. "So he'd rather have me shriveled up and starving?!" She pouted. "How dare he? What about me? Does he really think that's the kind of existence I deserved?!"
Isobel rolled her eyes at Katherine's utter narcissism and selfishness. But that was what she was—Damon had obviously loved her at some point. Would he again? Would he leave Elena? Isobel didn't know her daughter and truthfully, she didn't want to know her. Elena was a distraction that needed to be taken care of, but just not in the permanent way that Katherine wanted. Isobel may not 'love' her daughter, but she definitely drew the line at murdering her! No matter what Katherine wanted!
***Folly Beach:***
Damon reclined against the headboard, the sheet was tangled around his legs but pooled at his hips, riding low to expose that little treasure trail that led from his belly button to his groin. He was naked again as was Elena; who lay with her back against his muscled chest and her head on his shoulder. . He was feeding her by hand, in between deep, wet kisses that had already led to a heated bout of lovemaking in between the eating. He plucked another piece from the bowl sitting next to him and fed it to her, sliding his fingers in between her lips, purring when she sucked on them and then bit the tips gently.
He growled softly. "Don't start something you can't finish, baby," he warned quietly.
Elena simply grinned. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she licked her lips. "What was that?"
"My fingers or the food?' he asked with a taunting quirk of his brow. Elena rolled her eyes and he chuckled as he answered her original question. "It was salmon—smoked with lemon and garlic." Elena made another *mmmm* sound and he laughed again "Nummy?" he asked with a smirk as he leaned down to brush his lips across hers. "Now is that me or the food?"
Elena drew his head down and kissed him back heatedly. "Definitely you," she replied breathlessly when he finally raised his head.
She leaned forward and brushed her hair to the side. "Your turn," she whispered, heart pounding, making her voice soft and huskier than usual.
Damon's mouth watered. "Elena…" she said, "This might not be such a great idea, Einstein." She looked at him over her shoulder and he wasn't really that surprised to see she wanted this. A Vampire's bite can be addicting. She knew that and wanted to experience it. He couldn't help but feel amazing that shed chosen him to 'bust her cherry' so to speak. Not to mention he was hungry and he knew Elena would taste like Strawberries and heaven. "Come here," he muttered, voice rough with longing and raw hunger.
Elena straddled his lap. He pulled the sheet away, exposing his returning erection. "Ride me while I feed," he told her.
Elena whimpered as she hastened to comply. She gripped the thick girth of his penis, stroking it until it was at full hardness before she levered herself over it. She positioned him at her entrance and sank down slowly. They both let out loud groans as he slid inside her. It took a few minutes to come back, but once Damon found his bearings, he tilted her head to the side. "Are you sure?" he asked softly as his face crinkled with black blood filled veins and his fangs dropped.
She wriggled on his lap, reveling in how big and hard he was inside her. It was like a dream—this was the last part. She needed this. Elena kissed his vampire face. "I'm sure," she said and brushed her hair off her neck as she tilted her head to the side.
Damon growled, snarled really. Her blood called to him. Pumping so wildly there—he turned his face away, afraid he'd drain her. "Elena, I can't! I might—"
"No, I know you won't," she reassured him. "You'll bite and we'll come." She brought his face to her neck. "I trust you," she whispered.
Damon gave a deep moan as his tongue slithered out and lapped at the taut flesh of her jugular. "So good," he purred right before his razor sharp fangs pierced her flesh. Damon came as soon as her blood hit his senses. Now she was well and truly his. He'd taken her in bed as he drank—that was a mating ritual. Elena clung to him, coming too and he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her there, licking at the wounds on her neck until she whimpered and pulled back.
He raised his head. "So? Was it as good for you as it was for me?" he teased…
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****Okay guys, I know—I know, this was only supposed to be a (2) parter—then it turned to three and now it's a four!! :O :O
BUT--in my defense (lol)—so many of you keep asking me to write more…so to all of you qwho asked...well…here it is…anyhow, just remember this is a parody even if this chappie is a tad on the serious, but remember this chappie was pretty much PWP, right?? :D Now, the next chappie will be back to the silli-ness, okay? Oh and also—yes this is Damon-centric. I'm sorry Paul Wesley fans, but he just DOESN'T do it for me, okay? Okay. So in this fic Katherine is only worried about Damon okay? Like I said, this wasn't written to be totally in character, but I do try even while I make it goofy! Okay—next chappie will be up in a few days. Hope you enjoyed the smut fest. :) :) :)
