A/N Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. They definitely prompt me to write quicker I'm glad you are all enjoying this story as much as I am enjoying writing it.

Chapter Eight- Savour You

The ride from the benefit to the Salvatore boarding house was dead silent. Both of us were completely disbursed in our own thoughts. Damon sat calmly, with his hands in his lap, lightly tapping his thigh and staring out the window, while I was having an internal battle. Was he right? Was this the only way to get rid of the electric sexual tension between us? Or were we about to make a gigantic mistake. I couldn't decide what was worse. Giving into temptation, or wasting our energy trying to fight it. I lost track of where we were on the road until I realised the car had come to a stop. I looked over at Damon whose eyes were fixated on me, and I knew it was now or never. I could quite easily chicken out of this little experiment. Go home, run a nice hot bath, get out of this ridiculous dress and try to wash away the madness of the past few weeks. Or, I could take the hand that he had just extended, get out of the car, and give into my desires. I decided it was now, and I took his hand before my mind changed.

Damon led me inside his home for the second time that day, and I was pleasantly surprised by the heat that was coming from the fire place in the parlour. We walked to the same spot we had been mere hours before, and Damon poured himself a drink.

"Whiskey?" He asked

"Thanks" I responded nervously. He handed me the small glass of amber liquid and I sipped it eagerly.

"Easy now" He chuckled lightly. I glared at him unamused

"What, I'm not allowed to drink either?" I asked sharply

"No" He said in an almost whisper, taking the empty glass out of my hands "I'd just prefer it if you were lucid tonight." He placed the glass on the table and walked over to the stereo system that was next to the fire. I was surprised to hear one of my favourite Patrick James songs start playing, and the smile that crept across my face obviously showed him my delight. "You like this song?"

"He's one of my favourites" I smiled "I saw him this summer in New York"

"Hmm" He smiled. He took a swig from his drink and placed it back down on the table "Will you dance with me Elena?" His request startled me for a moment. I didn't know what to expect from tonight, but a private dance in his parlour to my favourite song sure wasn't it.

"Sure" I smiled. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me close to his body. We swayed slowly and I noticed just how good our bodies felt together. The hand that was resting on my hip moved up my body to my chest and my neck, and he tucked my hair behind my ear. The gesture was tender, sweet almost, and I didn't know if it was his touch or the effect of the whiskey, but my nerves suddenly began to float away. His hand found its way to my cheek and he brushed his thumb across it delicately. My eyes slowly fell shut as I embraced the touch. His thumb skimmed my jaw line as it traced down my neck and his hand returned to my hip. He pulled me into him so our bodies were closer, and he rested his cheek against mine. "I like you like this"

"Like what?" He smiled, entranced.

"Gentle" I smiled. He laughed at my words

"I can assure you, it doesn't happen very often" He told, pulling his cheek from mine and looking into my eyes "But something about you Elena Gilbert brings it out of me" The grip on my waist tightened as he dipped me to the ground and held me there, suspended, for a for moment. I let out an unintentional giggle as the song ended and he brought me back up to my feet. His eyes had changed again, and I noticed the child like look he had the night he had looked after me.

"I want you to know that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do tonight Elena" He told. His voice was shaky, and I knew whatever he was about to say was hard for him. He was being vulnerable, and I could tell that was territory he didn't enter often, and certainly didn't like being in. "I'm the guy who takes what he wants, regardless of the consequences. But I won't do that with you. I can't be selfish with you, and it terrifies me." I wish there was a way I could show him that I appreciated what he was telling me. But all I could do was to place my hands around his neck.

"I want to be here" I told him "I chose to be here with you Damon. Believe that." Before I could say anything else, his lips were on mine, but it wasn't like any kiss we had had before. Earlier it was hungry, feverish and animalistic. But this. This was slow and indulgent, and I decided I preferred this side of him. Right now, in this moment, he was my asshole of a boss who was playing mind games with me. He was lax, caring and considerate of me. My hands fell from his neck and began to tug on his suit jacket, but his own flew up and stopped them.

"No" He said in his deep growl of a voice. "I am not going to fuck you in the parlour Elena Gilbert. I have been thinking about having you in my bed for weeks, and that's exactly where I'm taking you" I blushed slightly at his confession, but took his hand eagerly as he led me up the grand staircase and into his room. I was a bit dazed when I had spent the night in here the weekend before, and I hadn't noticed just how majestic his bedroom was. Open plan, including a huge ensuite, the main feature of the room was a gigantic wooden four poster bed. I had, however, remembered just how comfortable it was lying in there, and I was looking forward to being in it again. I stood in the centre of the room and watched him as he dimmed the light and took off his suit jacket. I had to admit, he looked so handsome in a tux, and the vision of him standing in front of me taking off his cuff links was sending flares down to where I wanted him most. He must have noticed me watching him because a smug smile spread across his face. "Like what you see?"

"I did until you ruined it with your ego" I smirked. I knew my sharp tongue drove him crazy, and if he wanted to play that game, we could go there. He walked over the space between us and brushed my long hair over my shoulder. He slid down the strap on my right shoulder and placed the softest of kisses there.

"I'm not going to fuck you tonight Elena. Not the way I want to at least. I'm going to take my time with you" He whispered against my skin, moving his lips from my shoulder up to my neck "I'm going to savour the taste of you, every single inch of your skin"

"Okay" Was all I could manage. The pressure of his lips subtly sucking my throat was almost too much for me to handle. I had no idea how I was going to get through the rest of the evening without my body exploding from pleasure. His fingers moved to the zipper on the side of my dress and he carefully pulled in down, watching the dress fall off me as he did. I stood bare in front of him, in nothing but black panties and heels, and I felt exposed. A gorgeous and wealthy man like him must have been with countless beautiful women, and my insecurities made me wonder how a plain jane like me would be in comparison.

"Fuck" He snarled. He extended me his hand, and I took it, stepping out of the dress and letting him lead me over to his bed. He removed his shirt and revealed the perfectly cut chest I had been admiring so guiltily earlier today. I couldn't wait to run my fingers over it again. I sat on the edge of his bed, my breasts bare and my panties already dripping at the sight of him, and he joined me, sitting but a few inches apart from me. His fingers skimmed over my shoulders and it sent a shiver down my spine. He placed a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling his face back. "I need to hear you say it again Elena. Just once more, and then I'm going to taste you"

"Say what?" I asked confused

"That you want me. That you want me to fuck you" The fire in his voice did nothing to quell my own, but he obviously needed to hear my permission just once more. For such a controlling man he was being quite gallant now. My fingers found their way to his bare chest and I dug them into the same spot I had this afternoon

"I want you Damon" I told. And that was it. His mouth was on my skin in a feverish frenzy, moving from my throat to my lips, trailing down to my shoulders and my engorged nipples. He took one in his mouth while his hand pulled my body towards his and the flick of his tongue against it made my panties catch fire. If my body was responding like this from his mouth on my nipple, I had no idea what it was going to do once his cock was inside me. He pushed me down onto the bed, and sat beside me, staring at me for a few moments. I felt overwhelmed by his gaze, and wondered what the hell he was thinking. Was he disappointed in what he saw?

"My god. You are so fucking exquisite" He breathed. His compliment washed over me and I let myself relax as his fingers gently ran over my body. I could feel how hard he was against me, and it pleased me that I had the same effect on him as he had on me. "I have no fucking idea how I've managed to resist this for so long" His honestly was refreshing, and I wanted to reward him for it. I sat up and pressed my bare skin against his, kissing his jaw line and making my way up to his lips. This time, our kiss was more urgent, but still softer than previously. There was no rush this time, we had all the time in the world to enjoy each other, and if our deal was correct, it was a one night only arrangement. Damon tilted my head back to gain better access to my mouth, and his tongue softly slid along my bottom lip. I decided I liked the taste of whiskey even better when it was on him. Getting increasingly more and more turned on by the second, I climbed into his lap and wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting my saturated centre against his hard core. A heard a low growl escape his throat and I looked at him wondering what had caused it 'You're dripping for me already. I can feel it through your panties" I smiled seductively at him and began rocking back and forth in his lap. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and it flew back at the contact, giving me perfect access to his throat. I began licking his Adams apple as I made slow and hard circles against his rock hard cock. "You need to stop what you're doing Elena or I'm going to fuck you this very second"

"If you want me to stop you'll have to make me" I smiled at him, continuing my circles, this time with more force. The deep, lustful growl escaped from his lips again and in one swift motion he picked me up from his lap and threw me down on the bed

"Take them off" He ordered as he began taking off his pants "But leave your heels on." I followed his orders and slowly slid my drenched G-string onto the ground. As soon as my flesh was visible, he was on top of me instantly. His mouth was on mine, and his fingers traipsed down my stomach to my sex. He circled my nub for a second before plunging two fingers deep inside of me. I heard the high pitched groan that escaped from my lips, but all I could focus on was how good his fingers, just his fingers, felt inside me. "Now you're going to be a good girl, and you're going to cum on my fingers. Then, after I've tasted you, I'm going to bury my cock inside you" I could barely comprehend what he was saying, my senses had gone into overdrive. The feeling of his thick fingers going in and out of my slippery centre was enough to make climb closer to the edge, and as I thought I was beginning to get it under control, his thumb slipped to my nub and began circling it. He hadn't even been touching me for more than a minute before I felt the orgasm building in my stomach. I was so close, and as he increased the pressure I knew I was about to feel my release. I came hard on his fingers, just as he wanted, and everything seemed to melt away as I rode out my orgasm. I heard him taste me, and the sound of pleasure escaped his lips "God you taste even better than I imagined". I was still coming down from my orgasm so his words were floating over me. "Elena?"

"Yes" I whimpered

"I'm going to fuck you now" He breathed. For some reason he seemed to need my permission. He needed me to know exactly what his intentions for me were, and I figured it had something to do with him feeling dangerous. It was kind of sweet that he wanted to make sure I was still wanting it, every step of the way.

"Please" I begged, still enjoying the comedown but knowing that his fingers were going to be nothing compared to the rock hard erection I had felt in his pants. He position himself at my entrance and looked deeply into my eyes, searching for something I couldn't quite pin point. With one thrust, he filled me up, and I felt my head roll back into his black satin sheets.

"Jesus" He growled. He pulled back and plunged deep inside me again, this time with more force. He slowly began driving himself in an out of me, slow and deep at first, then quickening his pace with more force

"Yes" I moaned "God Damon, Yes"

"Your pussy is so tight" He grunted "So fucking perfect" He used one of his arms to pull my body into him, giving him a better angle and deepening our connection. We both roared in unison at the change of angle, and the pleasure it brought. I wasn't going to last much longer, he was making me come undone

"I'm going to cum" I warned "You feel too good. God Damon it feels so good"

"Cum Elena" He growled "I want to hear you say my name when you cum. I want you to tell me it's because of me"

"God" I screamed, moving closer and closer to my climax "It's because of you Damon. God, it's, because, uh, god, it's because of your cock"

"Cum Elena" He ordered, and with two more thrusts, he finished me and sparked the little death that exploded in my throbbing centre. The orgasm started in my stomach and exploded through my groin, shooting jolts of electricity into my toes then all the way up to my swollen nipples and my face. I rode out the ecstasy as I screamed his name and just when I thought he couldn't take me any further, I felt him burst inside me, which triggered a second explosion of my own. We clung to each other, both in the midst of our ascension, lost and consumed in this act. Never, in my entire life, had I ever experienced an orgasm like the one Damon Salvatore had just given me. I could feel our rapid heartbeats beating against each other as he lay on top of me, still clinging to my naked form. He leant up on his elbows and kissed the top of my sweaty head. "That was. Jesus". He was out of breath, but I agreed with the sentiment. I had no idea what it was like for him, but I was sure of one thing. He had just given me that best sex of my entire life.

After a few minutes of catching our breaths, Damon climbed off me and made his way into the bathroom and then out his door. I laid there, awkward for a few moments, not knowing exactly what to do. He had said it was a one-time thing, and that time was over. Did he expect me to go straight away? He didn't exactly seem like the kind of guy who would want to cuddle after sex. Maybe he was giving me privacy to clean myself up and get dressed? Better to be safe than sorry. I managed to drag my overly satisfied body from his satin sheets and grabbed the ball gown that was now lying on the floor of his room. I began covering my body and was struggling with the zip when Damon returned in the room, still naked.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, holding two Gatorades in his hand

"Getting dressed" I commented stupidly. Obviously I was getting dressed

"I can see that, but what I want to know is why" He said. I looked at him confused for a moment as he came toward me, his entire form on show. His finger grabbed the sleeves of my dress and pulled them down, letting it fall to the ground again. He leant in and placed a chaste kiss on my lips

"Well you said..that we should..and we have" I baffled, embarrassed

"I also said that I planned on savouring you Elena and we still have all night. Get that gorgeous ass of yours back in my bed" The smile that covered my face made me feel idiotic, but who was I to disobey?