The dream
Elena was sleeping very restlessly, not that Damon had been tired anyway, and he had managed to get a wink in here and there. He looked at the gorgeous sleeping girl in his bed. This was the one time he could let his guard down, so to speak. He lay there once again, trying to memorize every pore and every little freckle (which she usually tried to hide). He couldn't take it anymore; the need to be with her was so overwhelming that he entered her mind, to see what she was dreaming about.
She was at that motel again, and looking at him with a dreamy look in her eyes. "He's so gorgeous, this is sooo wrong, and I really shouldn't be doing this, or thinking this way."
Damon could practically feel horns pop out of his head, knowing he could influence her thoughts in the dream. "What harm could there be, it's only a dream". He told himself.
Elena started to hear what she could only assume was another side of herself. "Yes you should It's only a dream Elena, nobody but you will know. Why not do what you really want to?" Elena's own mind thought… right now, he is mine.
She reached out and touched his face, allowing herself to look deeply into his eyes (something she always been a little nervous to do even though she wore Vervain. This was Damon Salvatore for God's sake, anything was possible.) She immediately felt the lure to get closer. She had no idea if he was doing it or she was, but it was her dream, so no harm. She reached out timidly placing her hand on his chest, then the other, and stepped closer. "I've got to tell him," she thought.
For fear that, she was going to loose the mood and start trying to tell him why she could not be with him, he spoke again in her mind. "No you don't. Just go with it, in dreams you don't have to always do the right thing. It's just a dream Elena, so do as you want."
Elena started staring at his lips, while she licked her own and bit at her bottom lip. Damon put both hands on her hips but remained still, letting her feel in charge.
She leaned up on her tiptoes and placed a very delicate kiss on his lips, as if just to test the waters, and make sure he would remain still. He did. She then reached up, and began pulling the back of his head down towards her neck encouraging him to bite her.
This actually surprised Damon, he had not expected her (when given free reign) to want him to bite her. Then again, she never was like other girls, why would she be now? He did, as she wanted.
Damon was starting to figure out that entering her dream might not have been a wise idea. He had been hoping to live out some fantasy with her in secret, but it was having a major impact on him in real life. He could feel his fangs run out, and it took all his self-control to not really bend down and bite the sleeping girl. Just when he had decided to pull out of her head (as it was getting too much for him) she did something even more surprising.
With the strength of an ancient one, she slammed him onto the bed, and pinned his arms above his head as she straddled him. So his kitten was a Tigress. He rolled his eyes, and smirked. He had not seen that one coming. She started to lick his ear and neck, and then she bit him. She licked the wound and then licked his lips, so he could taste himself. She released one of his hands but made it clear with her eyes it was to remain where she left it. She used her free hand to roam it freely over his chest, raising his shirt. Her hand started to move downwards towards his pants.
Damon seriously started to wonder whose dream this was, hers or his. Nevertheless, she broke through his thoughts.
'Damon kiss me, take me!" It was clearly a demand, and she did not need to ask twice, he rolled her over so he was on top and bent down and kissed her. Problem was he'd been so caught up in the moment; he had actually bent down and kissed the sleeping Elena.
Elena moaned her enjoyment, and then her eyes shot open. He was still lost in the kiss, with his tongue in her mouth, when he felt her bite down. This instantly brought him back to reality. Still he couldn't help but chuckle, seeing his blood on her lips, just as in the dream. He paid her no never mind, and kissed her again anyway. He tasted himself on her lips, just as she had wanted a moment ago.
Elena struggled underneath him, but wasn't strong enough to shove him off her. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and it just excited him more. She started beating on his back, but he easily grabbed both her wrist in his hand and pinned them above her head. The irony of it was not lost on him.
"Markus stop! Get the Fuck off me… NOW!" He ignored her, and used his free hand to roam over her chest. Elena was shocked at the moan of pleasure that she had to bite down to prevent from escaping her lips. "No, No, No, she told herself. She was trying her best, to stop her body from betraying her. She wasn't doing well. She felt her back wanting to arch into his hand for more contact. Breathlessly she asked, "Why are you doing this to me? I don't want this," she lied.
"Because you asked me to, and yes my dear you do want it. Always the little liar aren't we." It was more a statement than a question. Elena was confused. What the hell was he talking about? She had not asked for this.
By the confused look on her face, he realized he had just put his foot in his mouth. You talk in your sleep. You clearly said, "kiss me, take me!" and I always aim to please when I have a beautiful woman in my bed! He watched her face turn scarlet. Oh yes, she defiantly remembered the dream.
This for some strange reason gave him immense pleasure. He wanted her to remember it, as would he.
Oh my God, did I say that out-loud? She thought to herself, as she remembered exactly what she had been dreaming. Her face burned, she was so embarrassed. She felt like a child, which had been caught doing something wrong. At least he did not know what it was really about, she told herself.
"I was dreaming about my fiancée… Pig! I wanted him to kiss me before he left, and wanted him to take me with him to run errands." She knew it was a stupid lie, even as the words were leaving her lips, but what else could she say?
Damon couldn't help but laugh at her. She was a terrible liar, coming up with such a lame excuse, as she lay under him ten shades of red. He wasn't sure he had ever seen her blush that deeply before, or anyone for that matter. Reveling in her embarrassment, and as punishment for her lie, he scooted down her, hovering directly over her womanhood, and sniffed twice. The last time holding it in (almost as if sampling a fine wine) as the scent intoxicated him. Simply for the dramatic effect he let his breath out slowly, knowing full well she could feel it directly on her sensitive, wet, and engorged tender spot.
He felt her tremble underneath him, and knew he had hit his mark. To tease her even more, he added
"That's not what it smells like to me; maybe I should take a look and see if you are lying to me again. You do remember what I told you about lying to me right? So, you are willing to face the consequences if I catch you in a lie?"
He started to hike up the bottom of her silk nightgown. Not that he needed to. He already knew the answer, but he loved watching her sweat. He was so slow about it, enjoying the feel of her warm silky thigh as his fingers brushed over it, as he slowly inch by inch pushed it up.
Elena felt like she was going to die, (which would have been welcomed at the moment) from sheer embarrassment. Her brain scrambled to come up with an idea to get her out of this, before he would feel just how wet she already knew she was. When he had sniffed as he had, she was horrified, but then when he blew his breath out, every nerve in her body went on fire. Between that and the way his hand was slowly rubbing up her thigh, she was sure she was getting wetter with each half second that passed. She could not believe she was acting so wantonly, or that he had such a strong effect on her. She found herself starting to squirm. Her body had jumped rank and was rapidly taking control. She tried to cover this fact, by using all her strength to sit up. Then she slapped him as hard as she could. Feeling the immediate reward of actually hitting her target this time, along with the sting in her hand.
"Oh, you want to play wild kitty do you". He stopped what he was doing, and crashed his mouth down onto her's, not holding back. The weight and force instantly pushed her back down on the bed. He parted her lips with just the strength of his tongue. He grabbed her jaw with one hand, which effectively stopped her from being able to close her mouth and bite him again. In his other hand, he wrapped the back of her hair and pulled, so her neck arched back, giving him better access to her lips. He kissed her with more heat and passion than he had ever used on her before.
He had always gone a bit easy on her trying to be a gentleman, but where had that gotten him? He stared directly into her eyes, and watched them flitter in ecstasy, as her eyes started to roll back.
Reminding himself she was alive and needed to breathe, he finally broke his kiss off. However, that was not the end. He used the hand he had been holding her jaw with, to reach down in between her legs. Immediately feeling the wetness, he smiled an almost evil smile at her and said, "Somebody has been lying! Are you ready for your punishment?" Without giving her time to answer or protest, he used his fingers to enter her. He used his experience and expertise to make her feel things she could never even of imagined. He reminded himself that she'd only had sex once before, and seemed to have no memory of it. Neither did he, and this was not how he wanted their first remembered time to be. He was content with just having the ability to make her feel things and enjoy them. The ability to break through her denial, even if only temporarily. To touch her in ways he use to only dream about. There was so much he wanted to show her and teach her. This was just the tip of the iceberg of the pleasure he planned to show her someday. Elena's head had now throne back on its own accord. He used this to nibble her neck, while softly growling in her ear. "I can't hear you yet, is this what you wanted Elena?" He half growled half whispered, knowing full well she couldn't think straight, and was no longer in control of her body.
Elena's mind raced. She tried to control her reactions, but no longer could. Her hips were starting to move to match the thrust of his fingers. She hadn't realized she had put her arms around him until she felt her nails tearing at his skin. She closed her eyes, and her mind started to replay some of her fantasies she always had about Damon. She couldn't help it, she imagined Damon was doing this to her. As the pressure in her mounted, her eyes flittered open for just one second, and in her ecstasy daze, she thought she saw him, Damon. Just as she had that glimpse, he bent his head down, so she could only see his hair, and bit her neck. Elena's world exploded, her body convulsed, and she cried out, clutching at him.
She laid there lost in oblivion, and confused. As her heartbeat started to slow, and she caught her breath, he withdrew his fangs. She heard him whisper in her ear one word. "MINE." He raised his head, and she looked into his eyes and saw, Markus. "Oh my God I'm going to be sick!" She shoved him off her and ran for the bathroom, where she immediately started vomiting.
Thanks for your patience. As you all know I had to have surgery. I ended up having to stay at the hospital a bit longer than planned. I came home on a Wed, and on Fri got a call my mom was in ICU with a heart attack. On Sat (3rd day home from surgery) my husband accidentally backed into or over our Italian greyhound, all while I was trying to heal . My mom is okay, they said it was mild, and now she has an alarm set to take meds, twice a day. The dog also lived. He got 17 stitches on one leg along with two staples. Both hips were dislocated, and although the vet put them back in, the one popped right back out. So he had hip surgery last Monday. So trust me guys I'm not ignoring you. Just been a little crazy here.
As for this chapter. I tried really hard but something just didn't feel right. I figured I was better off giving you something, even if imperfect, than having you think I didn't care.
Maybe with all the real life drama is was just hard to loose myself in another.