OKAY GUYS! Here's a chapter I'm sure you have ALL been waiting for! It's a lot juicier than the past one, so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

An upbeat song starts pumping through the speakers, the bass rattling my bones as I strut to the center of the dance floor.

Caroline and Bonnie come up to me, giggling with drinks in their hands as they sway to the music. It seems like the bartender was more accepting of them. Meaning Caroline probably compelled the man. I'll have to remember to take her with me the next time I visit the booze.

I can feel the alcohol coursing through my veins giving me a pleasant haze. I was still completely aware of everything, but it loosened me up just enough to where I could be as bold and daring as I wanted without second guessing myself.

"Dance with me!" I shout over the loud music to Matt who's standing nearby.

His face breaks out in a smile and he passes his drink off to a friend so he can dance.

We all have an amazing time bobbing to the music and screaming the words to every song as loudly as we can. Caroline is definitely having an amazing time which makes me happy.

Grind on Me by Pretty Ricky starts booming over the speakers and Matt didn't even hesitate to grab my hips and act out the lyrics.

Every couple around us are in similar positions, including Jenna and Alaric only a few yards away which makes me giggle quietly to myself.

My hazy eyes glance to my right, scanning the room discretely. Damon is leaning against the bar, swigging from a glass of bourbon, his knuckles white from his grasp. His eyes stare at me intently, a fire burning within its azure depths.

I wrap an arm around Matt's neck from behind, grinding my ass even harder into him, all the while keeping my eyes locked on Damon's. Matt was already so far wasted I knew he wouldn't remember me using him like this.

The bartender goes to fill up his glass but he steals the whole bottle from him and takes a long drag from it. He slaps it back down on the table and licks it off of his full lips before staggering sexily toward me.

My breath hitches in my stomach. What was he doing? I immediately begin to sober up.

The music changes to a slow song just as he's reaching Matt and I, as if he knew it was going to change to this.

"May I have this dance?" he asks, holding out his hand to me, his ring flickering in the twinkling lights. I turn around to see if Matt will object, but he just nods, and walks away to another girl a few feet away.

Damon's hand is still outstretched, waiting for me to take it, but all I can do is stare at it.

"Please." He grunts out in a near whisper, his voice gruff and agitated.

I hesitantly take a hold of his hand, the connection sending a shock through my body that zaps out all the alcohol completely from my system. I immediately feel self-conscious in his presence.

He forcefully pulls me to him, his arms wrapping possessively around my waist. His scent wafts into my nostrils, intoxicating me all over again. The smell is an immediate turn-on, leaving my heart pounding and my legs trembling.

His thumbs rub small, soothing circles on my hip bones making a soft moan to escape my lips.

His cheek rests on the top of my head, and I can hear him take in a deep breath as if he's drinking me in.

"Elena. Why are you doing this to me?" he mumbles as he pulls me closer to him, pushing me against his hard arousal as if to say: "This is what you're doing to me." I let out a soft gasp and twist my fingers around the dark, raven hair at the nape of his neck.

"I'm not doing anything, Damon. That'd be wrong." I whisper huskily which receives a groan to escape his beautifully shaped lips.

"You're stepping into some dangerous waters, Gilbert." He rasps, his hands tightening around my waist. "You could get hurt."

His lips brush along my jawbone, tracing down my neck before planting a soft, seductive kiss on my shoulder.

"I suggest you stop." He sighs, his strong hands running up and down my back.

I pull away from him just enough to look into his eyes, which are hazed over and exude danger.

"I'm not doing anything." I utter, biting my lip, a playful glint in my brown eyes.

His face cracks into a malicious, but oh SO sexy crooked smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I gasp as he picks me up and flashes us out of the busy club.


Damon tosses me on the bed, his dark silk sheets billowing around me due to the sudden disturbance. I giggle as he slams the large mahogany door.

In a second flat he's straddling my waist as he rips my leather jacket off of my slender shoulders, placing a searing kiss on the hollow of my throat.

I reach up to tangle my hands in his hair but he pins them down on either side of my head.

"Don't touch me. It's my turn for torture." He growls, grinding himself on my throbbing sex.

I gasp at his dominance, but my mind immediately goes drunk as he grasps my waist, placing chaste kisses from my throat and collarbone to the swells of my breasts.

"This is getting in the way." He mutters, mere centimeters away from my lips. He had never kissed them. Not even once. I became anxious for his taste. Wanting to feel the soft flesh against my own.

He runs his hands up my thigh excruciatingly slowly as he hoists my dress up further. Around my waist, up to my breasts and then completely off leaving me clutching his sheets tightly in only my lacy underwear.

His eyes wander my body and I have never felt more beautiful than I do under his gaze at this moment.

Dark veins appear under his eyes and he snarls as he suppresses the urge to show his vampire-self.

I push him up into a sitting position, rubbing my thumbs over the sensitive flesh under his eyes, soothing the veins away with my touch. He doesn't stop me and I'm thankful.

"Damon.." I whisper breathlessly as I brush a loose strand of hair out of his eyes. I hold his face between my small hands and inch closer to him until we're about to connect. "I want you to kiss me."

He sighs at my words and closes the distance between my aching mouth, our tongues intertwining in a sensual kiss.

His hands move up to my hair and tangle in the curls I had worked so hard on.

I pull at his dark hair and moan against his mouth, committing his taste to memory.

In a flash he pins me to the bed, our breathing heavy, sweat glistening on our bodies.

"Shh. Be quiet." He hushes, his finger placed gently on my lips.

We listen for a second but I don't hear anything.

"Stay here." He whispers and flashes out of the room.

I sit in the cocoon of his blankets, looking out the window at the moon.

Five minutes later, Damon is at the doorway, leaning nonchalantly on the frame. He looks guilty. As if he regrets what we were doing.

"We need to go." He says agitatedly, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

"Damon, I-"

"Stefan is in trouble." He finishes, cutting me off from my words.

I feel like I've been hit with a ton of bricks. Stefan is in trouble and here I am, making out with his brother. I immediately feel uncomfortable and pull Damon's blankets around me. I look up and meet his eyes that are full of apologies, the lust still lingering deep down in it's depths.

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-Rebecca