"I was afraid you'd never speak to me again, Elena."
Damon ran a hand down my arm and a shiver followed behind, sending goosebumps popping across my skin.
"I don't know what possessed me to take a risk like that."
He looked at me carefully. I waited, heart beating hard. It seemed to take ages from the time he began to bend toward me until his lips touched mine. I thought, in that seemingly endless interval, I would faint from anticipation and need.
It was a soft, almost chaste kiss, and it brought back memories of the last time our lips had met. When he had shared me with his brother.
The day after that encounter I had felt a bit ashamed by my own actions. It was consensual, there was no doubt about that, but I worried about turning into Katherine. I told them both it couldn't happen again, but if I was being honest with myself, that wasn't what I truly wanted. I made things awkward for myself, to the point where I could barely even make eye contact with Damon. I tried to forget his touch, but I found myself replaying every moment of that night more than I cared to admit. Weeks passed, and my need to feel Damon's hands on me once again only grew, no matter how much I tried to fight it.
Stefan had gone out on a hunt the day my will finally broke. The day the desire I felt for Damon became too much for me to bear. So I went to him. And here I was.
His lips touched mine softly, and he stood for a few heartbeats without any kind of advance. Was he waiting for my response? I didn't want him to doubt my desires, but my brain was moving too slowly to react before he drew back.
"Is this really what you want?" He reached his hand up to touch my cheek with his fingertips. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure," I said, doing my best to keep my voice level.
"Because, I know what I want, Elena." He ran his palm over my cheek. "I know what I want, and it's not entirely appropriate. Not at all appropriate, in fact. I want to have you. On my own terms."
My heart jumped. I swallowed and wondered where all the air had gone.
"When I kiss you...there's something real between us, Elena. I'm not imagining that, am I?"
I felt suddenly lightheaded and overheated as his hand slid down my cheek and over my neck, but managed to shake my head.
It was so different this time. without the haze of alcohol clouding my senses, and Stefan egging us on. It was just Damon and I. Damon was touching me, advancing on me, using words so provocative and enticing they took my breath away.
"Have you discussed this with Stefan? Being with me without his...participation?"
I shook my head.
"But you're curious."
It was a statement, not a question.
"I am," I managed to say. My heart was pounding in my ears. His hand felt like fire on my skin as he paused before leaning toward me again. I watched him draw nearer and closed my eyes before his mouth reached mine, almost afraid to believe I wasn't dreaming.
I felt the heat of his lips and held my breath for the few seconds he paused, his mouth pressed to mine. He drew back enough to speak, his lips brushing against mine, his breath hot. "I'm curious too," he said softly and then he kissed me again. I kissed him back, reaching out to put my hand on his chest to steady myself.
At first he kissed me gently, his hand light against my cheek. It seemed like he was giving me the chance to retreat. But I didn't. He kissed me again with more intensity and intention, slipping his other hand to my waist. Then his mouth opened against mine and my hand on his chest became a fist, clutching the fabric of his shirt as a shiver ran through me.
I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds after he'd pulled away. Part of me expected to open my eyes and find I was standing alone—that the kiss had just been one of the countless fantasies I'd had since our first encounter—but when I did, he was looking down at me, his blue eyes soft and searching.
"Still curious?" he whispered, seductively.
I looked at him and had to force my voice to work. "Yes."
He stroked my cheek and leaned in again, curving his fingers around my jaw. He tilted my head back slightly and brushed his thumb across my lower lip. I closed my eyes and a moment later, I felt the heat of his mouth on mine again. My breath caught in my chest, my heart throbbed, and then another second later his tongue split my lips and I gasped.
He kissed me and he held my chin in his hand, firmly, drawing me upward as if he would lift me from my feet. He kissed me deeply, gently forcing my mouth open as he did and I shuddered with pleasure and surprise. His tongue searched for mine, teasingly retreating so that when I followed and my tongue slipped between his lips he trapped it with his teeth. I whimpered as my pussy pulsed and shivers ran through my whole body.
He drew back enough to look at me for a second, checking my reaction. His eyes blazed with intensity, so much it made me shiver again, and then his mouth was on mine once more. I was in a state of over-excitement and found myself making little moans I couldn't control.
He kissed me with increasing passion, his teeth clashing against mine. He bit my lip and I drew in a quick breath. He sucked it, and I moaned. He covered my mouth with his, placing both hands on my face, trapping me in his embrace, before sliding one hand softly down my throat as he straightened his back.
I wobbled on my heels, but Damon held me steady, before pressing me back against the wall. My heart was pounding in a panicky rhythm. I took quick, shallow breaths and felt with some confusion that my eyes were stinging with tears. When I tried to say something, all that came from my mouth was a long, tremulous Ohh.
I'd never felt anything that intense before, I'd never imagined a kiss could do that to me. It excited me that Damon was being more forceful. I'd been frightened for a moment, when his sharp teeth had closed over my lip, but the fear had quickly been engulfed by the surges of pleasure and excitement that rolled through me, and now there was nothing but a throb of desire—one steady pulse in my neck, my chest, and between my legs. I looked at him and felt the desire between us. I was dazzled.
"I think I should feel ashamed of myself, but I don't. I'm tired of fighting how I feel." He smiled and twirled his index finger around a dark strand of hair hanging near my face. He tucked it behind my ear. "I promise I never intended for this to happen. My brother's girl, and all. Do you believe me when I say that?"
He looked at me carefully again, eyes jumping over my face, his brow drawn slightly. I had to swallow before I could answer.
"I believe you," I said quietly.
"But now I can't look at you without wanting to touch you. He brought you to me, and now I don't see how I'm ever supposed to let you go." He stepped closer and put his hands on my waist. "Do you trust me, Elena?"
Something in his expression made me pause. "I do," I said after a second.
"Because there are so many things I want to do with you," he said. He pulled me toward him again so that our bodies touched and then one hand slid from my waist up my side, his thumb brushing along the underside of my breast. "There are so many ways I want to touch you, and pleasure you. With or without my brother."
My heart beat faster than ever and my head swam. He looked at me with such focus I couldn't blink. I held still as his hand slid purposefully over my breast, his fingers closing to hold the curve within his palm.
"Is that what you want too?"
"Yes." My voice was a whisper, all my breath was gone. I wanted it, whatever he wanted, I wanted it too.
When he drew back and looked at me again there was so much affection in his face I felt my heart swell.
"You know I'm in love with you. Right?" He asked.
"Yes, Damon."
"And you're sure this is what you want?"
"I don't think I've ever wanted anything more." I said. his hands returned to my face and once more he held it in a firm grip, bringing his mouth to mine. Our kisses grew rapidly greedier, more urgent.
Between the surges of pleasure I felt, the throb of my heart in my ears and the realization of what was happening, I couldn't think. Damon's hands were everywhere, no longer gentle, but grabbing and clutching me roughly in a way that thrilled me to my very core. I felt caught in a current as his physical advances pushed me backward and his hands found and undid the fasteners on each article of clothing I was wearing, his quick caresses less about pleasure than contact, and need.
I jumped when I felt the solidity of another wall behind me. Somehow we'd crossed the room while we'd been kissing and now stood at the doorway between the kitchen and living room. Damon pressed me against the door frame, his mouth at my throat. His hands slid under my shirt, up my sides, and I automatically raised my arms as he stripped the fabric off and let it fall to the floor. My bra was already undone in the back, the straps slipping down my shoulders. He wasted no time removing it and bringing his mouth lower. He kissed his way across the top of one breast and swiped his tongue across my nipple. I gasped. Meanwhile his hands were at my hips pushing my jeans lower, his thumbs hooked into the thin fabric of my panties. I gasped again as his tongue found my other nipple and held onto his shoulders as he ducked down to draw my legs from my jeans.
It had all happened so fast, I was out of breath from surprise as much as arousal. I'd fantasized about this so many times, I could hardly believe it was happening, just the two of us. The first time I had taken charge, fuelled by alcohol and Stefan's lusty urges. I had taken Damon along for the ride. Now he was showing me the way things were when he was in the driver's seat.
He trailed his hands along my body as he straightened up, his eyes following, taking in the sight of my naked body. He kissed me again and I awkwardly put my arms around his neck as his hands slowly roamed over my hips and ass then up over my breasts. He was moving slower now, and his touch was turning me on so much I had to pull my mouth from his to catch my breath. He watched me closely as his hands explored my body, taking in my reaction to his every touch.
Smiling, he took both my hands in his and raised them up above my head. He leaned and placed a soft kiss on my mouth. I felt his hands on my wrists and realized, when he brought his hand down to my face, that he'd taken both my wrists and pinned them to the door frame with his hand. I looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled a mischievous smile and dragged his hand down my throat, over my breast and stomach, where he turned his wrist, angling his fingers toward the floor, and without a pause slid his whole hand over my sex, his fingers curling to rest between my thighs.