One Thousand And One Delena Stories
~The Perks Of Being A Vampire~
~Part Two~
~My Man~
I stand still in the middle of his bedroom with my eyes glued to the door. I feel like it takes forever for him to come in. It drives me crazy. When he finally does, he closes the heavy door behind him and leans back on it. His icy eyes bore into mine. He doesn't move. Neither do I. We just stare like two immobile fools for what to be an eternity.
He pushes himself off the door and makes a step forward. He removes his leather jacket and throws it on a chair nearby. His gaze is still made of ice, but damn, it burns my skin like hell. I try to catch my breath and I mirror his movement. I make a step forward but I'm a fucking coward so I stop in my track. Neither one of us is talking. We keep staring and glaring and looking and... I'm sure you get the point.
He sighs loudly. He's annoyed, I can tell. He finally moves again and his shoulder nudges mine when he walks pass me. I close my eyes. This is going to harder then I first thought it would be. I hear him fumbling in his liquor stash. When I turn around to face him, he's not there and I frown.
"Want something to drink?" he murmurs silkily behind me and I jump before I freeze.
His lips are oh so lightly brushing against my ear and I shiver from head to toe. He's so close his chest is almost pressing against my back. All I want to do is lean back and let his intoxicating scent enveloping me. He holds and waves a tumbler of bourbon in front of me.
"You look like you need one" he breathes next to my ear again.
I lift my hand to grab the tumbler. He's right. I need one... or ten. My fingers touch his and it's like I'm electrified from high voltage. For a second I think he felt it to but he's so quick in hiding his feelings that I'm not completely sure. I take a sip. The bourbon is burning and calming at the same time. I'm starting to understand why Damon loves it so much. The alcohol is helping in many ways and many things. I down the rest in one huge unattractive gulp.
"What is it that you want, Elena?" he asks still standing close behind me.
The way he says my name makes me want to combust. It's so hot, it rolls on his tongue and his voice is just so unique; like velvet on something rasp. I could hear him say my name again and again... and forever. I want to hear him growl my name while he takes me on his bed or on whatever surfaces he wants. I don't care, I just want him.
"Are you going to stand here all night? Because I have stuff to... do." I can hear his smirk.
I turn around so fast I think he's surprised. His gorgeous perfect lips part. His eyes are so wide, so blue, so intense, so... I'm lost again before the flawlessness of this man. My man... I hope. Focus, Elena! I want to slap myself.
"I..." I begin in an awful stutter.
He rolls his eyes at me. He's even more annoyed than earlier and I start to panic.
"You?"
"I..."
"For God's sake, Elena!" he growls. "Will you tell me what the fuck you're doing in my room?" he's angry.
He walks back to his alcohol stash and starts pouring a drink for himself. I follow him with my eyes.
"Where's Stefan?" he asks hissing the s.
His back is turn to me. He's avoiding looking at me.
"I don't know. With Caroline, I think."
He turns to face me and he frowns. He takes a sip of bourbon and his lips are wet from the alcohol. I want to lick them.
"What's baby bro doing with Barbie? Sharing bunnies?" he gives me his cockiest smirk.
What is it about him that makes me to want to slap him, kiss him and fuck him all at once? He'll be the death of me. Oh wait, I am... I can't help but giggle though, at the image of them sharing bunnies. Damon's frown deepens.
"What's wrong with you? You're weirder than usual. Which is... weird."
This is now or never. I have to tell him. "I broke up with Stefan." I blurt out.
For a moment, he doesn't say anything but I can see his jaw tensing subtly. Then he rolls his eyes again and sips on his tumbler.
"And I care, why? You guys are always breaking up and getting back together."
"No. Not this time, Damon." I try to keep my voice firm but it ends as a whisper.
Damon scoffs. "What's so different this time? Did he kill Bambi and made you sad?" his voice is ironic but I don't care. I understand why he's so bitter toward me.
"Damon, please." I breathe.
I hate this feeling of uneasiness between us. We used to be so close and it's all my fault if things are different.
"What?" he finishes his drink and put his glass down. "What's so different this time?" he takes a step toward me. "Tell me, Elena." He takes another one. "Go on. Enlighten me." He takes a last step and once again his gaze his burning me to my soul.
"I'm not in love with him anymore. He's not what I need..." I force myself to hold his gaze.
I watch him close his eyes and he takes a deep and long loud breath. There's a myriad of emotions on his face. Doubt, pain, fear, indifference, sadness, guilt, hope... love? He opens his eyes and I tentatively raise my hand to touch his face. He quickly grasps my wrist and yanks my hand away.
"You should go, Elena."
"But, Dam-" I want him to understand.
"Just fucking go, Elena." he growls
I turn around, put my empty glass on a little table and walk to the door. I feel the warm tears rolling on my cheeks. It's too late. It's too late because all this time I was a coward that could not act on her feelings. I turn to him slowly as I grab the handle of his door and open it.
"Before I go." I say and look at him in the eyes. "I just have to say it once. You just need to hear it." I use his own words. "I love you, Damon. And it's because I lov-"
Suddenly there's a whoosh of air in the room. The door closes behind me and I'm violently pinned against it making me gasp. His hand wraps around my throat and he pushes me further onto the door.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he growls again his fury to me.
With my hand I circle his wrist, the one holding my throat. "I love you." my eyes search his.
"Stop it!"
"I love you..." I repeat. "I love you, Damon. I love you." I repeat again and again like a mantra.
His hand leaves my throat and cups the side of my head. "I love you." I whisper one last time before his lips crash onto mine.
The kiss is hard, raw and scorching. His lips work on mine almost harshly, nipping, nibbling and biting, like he tries to put all his past frustrations in it. His hands are in my hair holding my head solidly and I grab onto his biceps. I try to respond to his kiss with all I have. I moan when his tongue invades my mouth and he groan in answer. I feel his hard body pushing into mine and it feels so good.
Using my new strength and speed, I surprise him by swapping us and I push him roughly against his door. I bite hard on his lower lip, just to get back at him for pouting on purpose in my face in the past four months.
My little proud victory doesn't last for long because he vamp speeds us further in the room and this time I'm pinned against a wall. His hands are pulling on my cardigan and it flies in the room. When his lips skim on my neck, I fist my hand his hair. They're so soft my other hand leaves his shoulder just so I can feel them even more. I groan when I feel his teeth scrapping my skin.
His hand grabs the back of my knee, lifts my leg to his hip and he presses himself on me letting me feel the proof of his arousal. I want to feel more of him so I push him back on another wall. I love this speed and strength I have. I feel like I'm unbreakable. It makes me feel worthy of him.
We keep devouring each other's mouth as my hands tears his black shirt apart and the buttons fly in every direction. I can finally touch his chest and the sensation of his bare skin on my hands is like no other. I let my fingers wander on his torso, enjoying every rib under them. I slide my hands on his stomach, on his waist, his hips. When I put my hands on his belt, he moves us again.
"Not so fast." he tells me in a teasing manner.
What? Is he serious? My breathing is ragging and I'm about to burst in fire and he want us to stop? No. No, no, no! I won't let him change his mind. I push him as strongly and as fast as I can on a chair and I straddle him and I'm surprised the chair doesn't break under our assault.
My lips are on his again. He tastes like bourbon and fresh blood. He tastes like him and like the both of us. It tastes like heaven. The more I kiss him, the want I want him. I press and rotate my core to his growing bulge and he groans in my mouth. The chair creaks again under us while his hands grab my thighs under my dress. His expert fingers are digging in my flesh. I would totally bruise if I was still human but I don't mind. To be honest I love it.
I arch my back and let my head fall back as he kisses my neck and his breath is hot on my skin. His fingers clutch the hem of my dress and he shrugs it off my body leaving me panting in my underwear. He gets up with me in his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist. He rushes us again and my back is pressed against a poster of his gigantic bed.
"Damon." I moan.
He stops kissing me and looks at me intently. His eyes search mine. I think he's still doubting me; I can see the question in his eyes. How can I make him understand that I chose him and only him? That I won't change my mind, that he's all I need?
I grab his shoulder and my legs close harder around him. I lean down and kiss him gently before I look up at him again. His hands grasp my waist and his nose brushes against my neck. Before I even realise it, I'm lying on his bed and he's hovering above me. His eyes are so dark. I've never seen them this dark; they're almost black. His breathing is ragged, his lips are parted and his hair is tousled. I'm hit by a wave of lust. His and mine. He looks like a god and he's finally mine. My man...
I grab the back of his head and pull him to me. I want to feel him everywhere. I want to feel him on me, inside me. We kiss again and our tongues swirl around each other. He pushes his erection onto me and I moan loudly. I need to get him out of his pants. My hands work to unfasten his belt. I succeed in undoing his button and I open his fly. I grab the waistband of his jeans, pull down and he takes them of quickly along with his boxer.
Once again he leans down on me all smirks and cockiness on his flawless face. He slowly slides one strap of my bra off my shoulder and his tongue licks the length of my collarbone. He does the same with the other strap and his tongue is on me again. He kisses me between my breasts before reaching under my back to unclasp my lacy bra.
"I think you're still overdressed." he rasps on my neck.
"What are you going to do about it?" I pant.
"I have a few ideas." he purrs and throws my bra somewhere.
We roll on his bed and I'm straddling him. I lean down to kiss him and I slowly make my way down. I kiss his jaw, his neck. I savour his chest with my lips and my tongue. I enjoy his bare skin under my shaking hands and I just love the taste of him. I want more.
Suddenly, as I keep going lower and lower on him, I'm being lifted and flipped over at an inhuman speed. We're both kneeling on his mattress. My front is pushed forward and my hands grip onto the headboard. He tosses my hair on one side and he nips on my neck. His hands are hard on my hips and his erection presses hard on my behind. His hands slide on my sides, palms my breasts and my nipples harden under the light pinch he gives them.
He keeps trailing kisses on my neck and shoulder while one of his hand slide down on my stomach and with one finger he tease the skin just above the waistband of my panties and I lean back on his muscular body. I still feel his cock on my behind and I crave to have him inside me. His thumbs hook in my panties and he slowly push them down my thighs. His hand goes between my legs and he thrusts two fingers in me with an appreciative growl. Oh I want this... I want him, I need him.
I turn fast in his arms and pinned him on his bed but he flips us even faster and I'm on my back again. Before I can react or do anything he sinks deep into me. I welcome him with a loud moan and I think my nails scratch his back in surprise.
"You're so wet." he mumbles. "So warm..."
"Damon!" I groan.
"You feel so good." he rasps in my neck.
I wrap my legs around him.
"You feel better." I breathe.
He starts moving faster and I can feel my climax already building inside me. I'm already close and he moves faster and faster. I come hard with a loud groan but he doesn't stop. He just slows his movements and he kisses me hard. He keeps thrusting into me and I feel another climax building. I guess this is one of the perks of being a vampire.
Suddenly, I'm not controlling anything anymore. Everything becomes too much. His scent, his touch. I'm caught up in a whirlwind of emotions. The sensations I experience are overwhelming. I start to shiver, my whole body trembles. I feel the veins pulsing under my eyes. My fangs push out of my gums. I don't think he notices. He seems to be completely lost in the moment too, just like me, as he keeps moving in and out of me.
My nose rests on the crook of his neck. I smell his blood pulsing fast under his skin and it's arousing. I can't help myself and I let my fangs sink deep into his neck as my second orgasm sends me into the stars. Oh the taste of him... I have no words...
When you're a vampire, feeding on animals is like eating dry uncooked tofu for a human. Feeding on human blood is like eating a very juicy piece of meat. But feeding on a vampire... when you're a vampire is...
Maybe it's just him. Maybe it's because I was "made" with his blood. All I know is that as I drink from him I can feel this strong connection between us. I can feel what he feels. I feel his lust, his longing, his craving but most of all I can feel his love. He loves me. He still loves me. Even after all I've done to me; he still loves me. I don't know but why I start to cry at this realisation.
He grasps my hair and pulls hard to yank my head back. It hurts but I don't care. I immediately cover my face with my hands. I don't want him to see me like this but he grips my wrists and pinned them on the mattress each side of my head.
"Don't hide, Elena."
I don't want to imagine what I look like with blood on my chin and tears on my face. I can't calm down and I'm sure I look like a mess.
"I'm sorry." I whimper.
"Why?" he asks softly.
He's still inside me but he's not moving anymore. He's just hovering above me, looking at me.
"I bit you. I'm not in control." I can't stop sobbing. It's awful.
"Do you have any idea how hot you look right now with my blood on you?"
My eyes are squeezed shut and I shake my head. My body doesn't stop trembling. How could I think I could keep up with him? The thought depress me even more and I keep crying. I try to move to run away as the coward I always been but he pins me harder on the mattress.
"Shsss" he hushes me. "You just need to relax and calm down."
Calm down? Relax? How the fuck do I do that?
"Elena, look at me..."
I shake my head. My eyes are still shut.
"Look at me." His voice is soft but I hear the order behind it.
I finally comply to his demand. Slowly, I open my tearful eyes and all I can see on his face is love. I'm still struggling with my ragging breathe as one of his hand leave my wrist and pet my hair.
"Just breathe slowly, Elena. Just focus on me. It'll be alright." he leans down and kisses my bloody lips softly in a calming manner.
I succeed in calming myself under his sweet care. My fangs pull back in my gums and the veins under my eyes are disappearing.
"I bit you." I whisper.
"Yes, you did." he chuckles.
"You taste good." I can't help it. I have to tell him.
He smirks. "I'm sure I do, Elena. But surely there's a lot of things from me you can taste that are even better." he pushes his hips on mine reminding me he's still inside me.
I flush or I think I am. I giggle and slap his chest.
"Ow! Stop hurting me." he pouts and I laugh again.
He sure knows how to calm me.
"You okay?" he asks concerned.
"Now, I am."
"Does that mean we can go back to where we were before you went all psycho on me?"
He brushes the tip of his fingers on my skin. His hand palms my breast and he takes my nipple between his lips and tugs on it. My back arch, making my breasts push toward him and I moan his name.
"Yes..." I mumble.
"Good answer." He groans and starts moving again.
He thrusts slowly inside me with his elbows on the bed to support his weight. His hands are in my hair and his nose nuzzles my cheek. My legs and my arms are wrapped around him solidly. I just enjoy him and the magical moment.
We roll on the bed and I'm now straddling him. My hands are flat on his chest and this time it's me that is moving. It's so deep this way; he's filling me to the hilt. I move back and forth and up and down on him and his fingers dig roughly in my thighs. His hands reach for my hips and he urges me to move faster.
He sits up and he kisses me as his hands are on my breasts again. He jerks his hips up to meet my movements faster and harder with each thrust. My walls are clutching his thick shaft and I build and build and build again before I explode, again, around him. My head falls on his shoulder and after four more thrusts he spills his seeds hard inside of me.
We stay like this for a while. I'm straddling him with my arms holding him tight and he pulls me even closer to him. His fingers stroke my spine and he kisses my shoulder. I raise my head and gaze at him while he strokes my cheeks. I give him a shy smile.
"I love you, Damon."
He inhales deeply and closes his eyes for a moment before he opens them again.
"I love you too, Elena."
I feel his semi hard cock stir inside of me and he pushes me flat on his mattress again with a salacious smirk. He rolls his hips on mine and I purr in pleasure. My head fall back on the edge of the foot of his bed. I guess we're up for round two and as he kisses my neck, I wonder just how much more rounds I can take.
"Already?" I ask, panting.
"Oh yeah..." his voice is hoarse. "Vampire stamina is one of the best perks." he winks.
It doesn't take long before we lose ourself again and again... and again.
When I dare to open my eyes, I can see the ray of lights coming from his window. I'm tangled in his sheets my back at him. I slowly turn over to face him but he's not there. I'm alone. I sit in his gigantic bed, clutching the sheet on my body, and look around me. He's not in his bathroom either. I wonder where he is.
I concentrate on my super hearing and I think he's in the kitchen. I hear the ping of the microwave and then I hear his footsteps in the staircase. I'm waiting for him to come back. I smile when I hear him hum a song in the hallway.
He opens the door and barge in the room like he owns the world. Oh my man... Walking in, shamelessly in his naked glory. God I love him. My body is craving for him again...
"See something you like?"
"Hmmm... I don't know. Maybe I need a closer look." I say seductively.
He smirks and climbs in the bed with me.
"Who am I to deny you anything?" he leans down to kiss my lips.
My hands go immediately in his hair and the kiss heats up fast enough. He breaks it making me pout and he presses something on my chest. It's a blood bag and it's warm. The ping of the microwave comes to my mind.
"Breakfast in bed for the lady." he winks.
"So romantic, Salvatore."
Leaning back on the headboard with him we both drink from our bag enjoying our first breakfast in bed together.
The End
A/N: Hello amazing readers and Delena lovers!
I finally finish this second part! I struggled so much with this one and I don't know why. I guess I wanted their first time as vampire to be... I'm not sure what I wanted it to be. It could have been so many things.
I'm still not completely happy with the result but I decided to leave it that way.
My only hope is that, YOU, amazing readers, liked it.
Please let me know and review!
Take care,
Eve xo
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