RATED M, FOR STRONG SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND LANGUAGE IN THIS CHAPTER

What is Stefan doing here? And where did Damon go?

"Damon," I whispered as loudly as I could so Damon could hear me but Stefan wouldn't. "Damon, where are you?"

I sat frozen. Should I open the door? Oh, crap, I have to open it or he won't leave. How the hell did he know I was here? This is a freaking nightmare."

"Open, the door Elena. Jeremy told me you were here and I need to talk to you."

Random thoughts ran through my mind: Thanks a lot, Jer. I should have told you I broke up with Stefan before I came up here, but why would you tell Stefan I was here? I told you I needed time alone. Oh, shit, Stefan can't see Damon or he's going to assume I intentionally came up here with him behind his back. I have to explain to Stefan the whole situation first. He'll be hurt, but it is what it is and I can't change it now. But I am not going to do this now at almost midnight. I've got other things on my mind. Seriously, Stefan, you have the worst timing. Why are you here?

"Elena, please, let me in. I came by your house to see you, and Jeremy told me you were out. He wasn't going to tell me anything, but when I told him we broke up, he had this look on his face. I wasn't going to press the issue with him, but he thought you sounded really strange over the phone and sad and he finally told me you came up here alone because he was worried about you."

Poor Stefan, he thinks I'm upset about our breakup. Well, I'm upset he's upset, but I know I made the right decision. He's the last thing on my mind right now and I feel terrible that I'm still on his. The truth is we have been distant for a while because of my wandering feelings and I should have broken things off sooner. Hell, our relationship should have stayed as a friendship from the beginning. I always knew my head wasn't in it. I was just so alone, and he was just so kind and caring and I love him for that. But he had to know it wasn't working, didn't he? I mean, we hardly ever touched, at least not the way two people who want each other should, not the way that Damon and I touch.

I wasn't prepared for this now, to tell Stefan about Damon this weekend, so I'm not going to. I wasn't even supposed to see or talk to Damon this weekend. So many uninvited guests. But Damon is here now and I'm not done talking - or "not talking," as the case may be - with him yet, not by a long shot. Obviously, keeping our hands off each other is not something we're prepared to do or want to do or are capable of doing.

"Elena, are you going to let me in?"

I didn't have a choice. He knew I was here and he wasn't going to leave until he saw me and knew I was okay. That's Stefan. I started to feel bad again. I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. There was Stefan, sweet clueless Stefan, who I wish wasn't here right now. But he's here and now I've got to deal with this and let him in.

"Hi…Stefan" is all I could think to say.

"Hey," he said with bated breath.

"You didn't need to come all the way out here, Stefan. You could have called."

"I did call you and text you. I left you messages over an hour and a half ago."

Wait, what? Where's my phone? Think, Elena. When and where did I last have it? Okay, I was on the pier…listening to music…enjoying the view…Damon texted me and I replied to him. I went inside and….oh, I was cold so I decided to make a fire. Oh, that's right, I was almost eaten alive. Oh, shit, so much has happened tonight. Oh, shit, I put my cell in my pocket when I went to get the firewood. So it's either still in my hoodie that's now in the dirty laundry or it must have fallen out of my pocket when I was almost swallowed by Malnourished Cujo, the Crazed Wolf Beast.

"Stefan, I'm sorry. I didn't get your messages."

"Well, are you going to invite me in or are you going to make me stand out here all night?"

I kind of looked around the room trying to see if Damon was going to show up, but nothing. I think he knew I had to talk to Stefan and made himself scarce.

I looked at Stefan. "Sure, I'm sorry, come on in."

As Stefan stepped in and got closer to me, he noticed the knot I had on my forehead.

"Oh, my God, Elena, what happened to your forehead?"

That damn ugly knot just won't go away.

"Oh, it's nothing. I fell outside and hit my head when I was out getting firewood." That's technically the truth.

"Well, it looks like it hurts."

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Can I get you some ice or do anything for you?"

All I could think was: No, Stefan. Damon already had me covered and uncovered. I should be naked in bed right now, you know, not telling Damon to stop any time soon.

"No, I'm fine, Stefan. I was just getting ready to go to bed." Was I ever.

"As you can see, I'm fine, a little banged up but fine. Maybe we can just talk Monday after school."

My thoughts were so scattered. On the one hand I wanted Stefan the hell out of there so I could get back to Damon, but on the other hand I felt guilty that I wasn't missing Stefan like he was apparently missing me.

"Elena, why did Jer think you were upset? Was it about us? Have you changed your mind about us?"

"Stefan, I…"

"I just need to know. I don't understand what happened. I miss you. I still love you. I thought that since you came up here to the lake house, that maybe it was a sign."

I didn't know what to say to him. It was definitely a monumental sign all right, but not for me and Stefan. I sat there not knowing what to say. I wasn't prepared to get into the intricate details of my bizarre but overly passionate relationship with his brother. I thought I was going to have an uninterrupted, quiet, guy-free weekend alone to think about everything, but now I've had two Salvatore brothers barge in - one that I really, really, REALLY want to be having sex with right now and then there's Stefan.

Oh, Stefan, I feel for you, I do. But I need to explain everything going back six months ago, and I am just not up for a long discussion right now and it is a long discussion that shouldn't be rushed through. My mind just isn't in it. My mind is back in the bedroom with Damon doing God knows what to me.

"Stefan, I really don't want to get into this here. I promise you, when I come back to town, we will talk. I need to explain to you some things. I never ever meant to hurt you, believe that. You were there for me at a time I needed someone. I care for you, I really do, but nothing has changed where we are concerned."

"What does that mean, where WE are concerned?" Is there someone else, Elena?"

"Stefan, please."

"No, tell me. Did you break up with me because there's someone else? Wait, is he here with you right now and that's why you wouldn't open the door? What is going on?"

Oh, no, now what am I going to do? I don't want to lie to him, but I can't tell him Damon is here right now, at least he better be here somewhere. Think, Elena. How can I word this without lying?

"Stefan, listen to me, please. I'm really tired and my head is a bit fuzzy right now. I wasn't expecting you. I came up here to be alone. I'll come by after school on Monday, okay? It's late and I want to go to bed." Technically all that is true.

Stefan walked over to me and leaned down and kissed me on my cheek. "Okay, I'll go, as long as you're okay."

"I'm okay, Stefan."

"Okay, get some rest. You look like you've had a long day." If he only knew…

Oh, Stefan, do you have to look at me so sad? I can tell he's waiting anxiously on me to respond to him in some way. I feel so bad. He doesn't understand. Will he ever understand?

Hell, I hardly understand how my feelings for Damon can be this intense after such a short time, but I can't control how I feel. There is more at play here. These intense feelings invade us every time we're together. It happened the first time we met too or so I was told. When we are in close proximity, it's like we evoke a chemical reaction. Our emotions, our minds, our bodies and all of our senses are magnified x 1000 and we cannot control it. It's just happening to us; we're not making it happen. It isn't something we planned but we can't undo it now.

"Thanks for caring about me, Stefan. It means a lot to me."

"I love you, Elena. I can't help but care."

Oh, Stefan, twist the knife in a little more, why don't you?

Stefan turned away and walked out the door.

"I..am..such..a..bitch!" I yelled out. "I'm a bad person! I'm a bad person! I'm a terrible, bad person!" I felt like crying.

"You're not a bitch, Elena." Damon appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh, Damon…"

I ran into his waiting and inviting arms and held on for dear life. I broke down. I don't know if it was because I felt like shit for hurting Stefan the way I did or if I was having a delayed reaction to almost being eaten alive earlier or because I was feeling guilty that I wanted to be with Damon knowing that he's the one person that will hurt Stefan the most. I just didn't want to think anymore tonight. I just needed Him and I needed Him now.

"Please don't cry, Elena."

Between my runny nose and my tears, I released my hold on Damon and looked at him. "I thought you left me. Where did you go?"

"I would never make the mistake of leaving you again. I thought you needed time alone with my brother. I didn't want to make things worse. Listen to me now; you are not a bad person. Things just happen and we either choose to ignore them, react to them, or walk away from them. I will never walk away from you again. I tried that already and it sucked."

"It sucked for me too." I slammed my body into his arms again.

"Shhh, baby, I got you."

"I feel awful, Damon."

"I know you do. It pains me to see you hurting this way. What can I do?"

"Just hold me."

"I can do that for as long as you want me to."

"How am I going to tell him, Damon? None of this is even his fault but it's really going to hurt him. I didn't even break up with him because of us. It would have happened whether you came to town or not. I broke up with him because I realized I wasn't in love with him, but he's never going to believe that now if he finds out we're together."

Fuck Stefan is all I was thinking after everything he's pulled with me in the past, but he's still my brother. I didn't do this to purposely hurt him, but I'm sure he won't feel that way. I understand how Elena is feeling, but seeing her like this has pulverized me in every way. Maybe she really does need time alone and I should give it to her.

"Elena, maybe we should slow things down and wait until you explain everything to Stefan and he has a chance to deal with it; although, considering I'm involved, that could be a very long time."

"What are you talking about? I won't give you up. I can't. Please, Damon, don't even suggest that."

"Look, I'm not going anywhere. But if you needed time, I'd give it to you, because I would wait for you forever. I just need for you to be okay; do you understand? Your happiness is all that matters to me. But there's one thing I've learned from all of this: If you want me, I'm yours. The only way I could ever walk away from you is if that's what you really wanted."

"I'll never want that, Damon. I want you now and always. I can't breathe thinking about losing you again. You are so deep inside my soul. My happiness, my sadness, my playfulness, my bitchiness, my awkwardness, my blissfulness, my craziness and all my other "nesses" are all reflections of who I am when I'm with you. Everything else will have to figure itself out, because the one thing I'm 100 percent sure of is how I feel about you."

"Your craziness, huh?" Damon smirked. I could see his dirty mind at work.

I smiled, raising an eyebrow,"You know you drive me the best kind of crazy, don't you?"

"Back at you, Crazy," he smirked.

"You haven't even seen me crazy yet, Damon."

"Is that a threat, Elena, or a promise?"

And just like that my mood changed. He had the unique capability to be able to change it on a dime.

"There's the smile I live for," he smiled back at me.

"You make me smile, Damon, what can I say. You have that effect on me."

Everything got quiet for a few seconds. Damon looked at me like he had something on his mind.

"Elena…"

Damon suddenly latched onto my face with both hands and he leaned his forehead into mine and just held it there. I just stood there lifeless but feeling more alive than I've ever felt in my life. We were breathing the same air, transfixed on each other. It's like everything in that one gesture washed away any fears or doubts I had and I was lost in him again.

He broke the silence and put his mouth on mine and kissed me ever so softly on my lips and just lingered there breathing in my scent. His kisses enraptured me. I was spellbound. I was hypnotized by the complete euphoria I was feeling.

"Damon?"

"Yes, Elena?"

"I'm so happy you're here," I said assuredly.

"With you is the only place I want to be. You feel that, don't you?"

"I feel it, God, do I feel it," she said looking more beautiful than ever.

Damon kissed me so softly, so sweetly. Being there with him meant everything to me.

"I need you so much, Damon."

"I need you too, more than you know," he exhaled loudly.

We shared the most passionate kiss that two people could share. I didn't think it could get any better than this. I was so wrong.

"Elena," he whispered in my ear. "I need to tell you something."

"You can tell me anything," I whispered back.

He leaned in and kissed me on my forehead and then held my face and just looked at me.

"What is it?" I asked sincerely.

He sat there for a few more seconds just looking at me with this expression on his face I hadn't seen from him before, and then he took in a deep breath and exhaled as he pressed his forehead against mine.

"I love you, Elena. I love you…so...fucking...much."

I couldn't believe it. The words I'd been longing to hear came with such conviction and such meaning. I literally died standing right there in the middle of the living room. I had just heard Damon tell me he loved me. Nothing else mattered.

"I love you too," I said without hesitation or any doubt.

We began kissing, but this kiss was different from all the others. It was as mind-blowing and passionate as all of our previous kisses, but it felt completely different somehow. It had a different purpose and meaning than the others. This was a kiss between two people in love. I felt a flutter in my gut and a warm sensation wash over my entire body.

Seriously, is this what love does to you? Well, fuck me then. I want more.

"Damon?"

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled while still kissing me.

"If you don't make love to be pretty soon…"

Damon had my robe off before I could even finish my sentence. He swept me up in his arms.

"Will you please take me to bed now?" I begged.

"I'll take you wherever you want to go, Elena." He carried me to the bedroom, kissing me hard and deep all the way there.

Damon placed me on the edge of the bed and then went to close the door. He was only four feet from me but it seemed like a mile. There he was shirtless and aroused. His body was flawless, so smooth and muscular and, God, those abs. His jeans were so low; they pretty much painted me a picture of what was hidden beneath. I'm about to have sex with him and I wasn't nervous at all. He wanted me and I wanted him; that, I was sure of. The anticipation was what was killing me. I was sitting there naked enjoying the view and waiting for him to take me.

"If you're just going to stand over there looking at me like that, Damon, then you're going to have to take off your pants."

"Oh, really?" he said with his eyebrow raised.

"Well, it's only fair. I'm sitting here for you totally undressed for your viewing pleasure and you're not playing fair. So either those come off or I'm putting something on."

The hell you are! Her sassiness and playfulness are going to get her fucked even harder.

The pants came off, no argument. I figured as much.

"You're a bossy one, aren't you?" he said as he smiled and walked over to me. He stood between my legs looking all sexy and intimidating at the same time. "That could get you in trouble, Elena."

I swallowed hard at the mere thought of Naked Damon doing anything sexual to me in the state he was in, all worked up and ready to have his way with me.

Holy fuck, he's got that look. I'm in trouble.

I looked up at him all innocently and smiled. I was shaking with expectation. I was freaking out inside but in the best way possible. He made me feel so beautiful, so wanted, so alive and free. I never felt safer with anyone in my entire life. I was ready to surrender myself and be consumed by him in every way imaginable.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Elena, so beautiful."

He leaned down and began kissing my neck. I turned my head giving him full access. He took advantage and took his sweet time, not missing one inch. Suddenly, I felt his arm under me and with one swift and very smooth move he had lifted me up and pushed me back on the bed. He was on top of me. His naked body was pressed against mine.

I felt his hand move to my breast and his thumb brushed across my right nipple and my body reacted swiftly. I was so preoccupied with what he was doing I hadn't realized he was above me now just watching me be pleasured by his touch.

"Baby, watching you squirm when I touch you is such a turn on."

He slipped his tongue in my mouth and wrapped it up in mine. His kiss was so seducing, I felt it everywhere. I was completely under his charismatic control.

"I love you," I said under my breath.

"And I you, Elena."

If I could have imagined it the way it is right now, it wouldn't have come close to the extreme ravishment I was experiencing now. I felt I was in a continual state of orgasm because my body was in such a frenzied excited state by just him touching me. How could it ever get any better than this?

Damon began to kiss my breasts and, oh, my God, he wouldn't let up, not that I wanted him to. But this level of pleasure exceeded the regularly prescribed amount that my body was used to handling and I had no idea how to keep myself together.

I think I'm going to die from pleasure right here in this fucking position. He's one relentless vampire! Oh, God!

"How does that feel?" he said seductively while breathing in my ear.

"I can't think right now, Damon."

Damon began kissing my neck again and he hesitated and then took a long, deep breath.

"Mmm, the smell of your blood is so sweet and alluring. One day soon I want to taste you."

"Taste me now, Damon." I was delirious at this point so he picked a damn good time to ask me for something kinky.

"Hmmm," he groaned with pleasure while contemplating my offer. "One thing at a time, baby. I don't want to shock your body too much."

Too late now. I may need CPR soon.

Damon took his tongue and moved it down my stomach. His hands grabbed a hold of my hips as his tongue sunk into my belly button. He reached up with one hand and grabbed my breast and began fondling it.

Fuck me! He has his mouth on me, his hands on me, but what I wanted right now was him inside of me. How long was he going to make me wait?

"Oh, God, Damon. Please, I want you inside of me now. I can't take it anymore."

With that said, Damon stopped what he was doing and moved his way back up to look at me. I looked up at him and I saw that crooked smile and knew he was very pleased with my state of arousal.

"What did you say, Elena? I didn't hear you."

"You heard me."

"No, I don't think that I did." He kissed my mouth again.

He is so lucky I want him right now or I'd be so fucking pissed at him.

"I said I want you inside me. Please don't make me wait."

He suddenly slid a finger inside of me and my head jerked back with the sudden jolt of extreme pleasure.

Holy shit, I wasn't expecting that.

"Mmm, you're so wet, Elena."

"That's your fault."

"I like you wet."

"Come on, Damon."

"Come on what, Elena?"

"You know what."

"Hmm, I don't know that I do, Elena."

"Please, I want you now."

"Does that feel good?" he whispered seductively ignorning my pleas.

I want to kill him and fuck him all at once.

"Yes. Please, Damon. I can't take much more of this."

"Please, what? Tell me exactly what you want, baby. I wanna hear you say it."

"I need you inside of me, please."

"You're going to have to do better than that. What do you want me to do to you, Elena?"

Oh, for the love of Christ!

"Will you fuck me already?" I demanded this time.

"If that's what you really want, baby –"

Is he kidding me right now?

"Yes, that's what I really want," I exhaled loudly.

"– then that's what you're going to get."

Thank Christ!

Those were apparently the magic words because Damon didn't make me wait anymore. He moved over top of me and positioned himself. He was just as aroused as me judging from the hardness I felt pressing against my inner thigh. This was really happening and we weren't going to get interrupted this time.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Elena. Oh, God, am I ever going to fuck you."

Finally.

He, oh, so slowly slid himself inside me. We both groaned. My body tingled all over and I felt a sensation of extreme gratification wash over me. I felt the full length of him pushing deeper and deeper into me until he could go no further. He was inside of me and I've never felt anything more pleasurable in my life. He was thrusting forward and I was moving with him. Damon was satisfying every inch of my body and my body was reacting to it.

"Oh, Damon, shit...it feels so good."

"You're so fucking tight, Elena, mmm."

"I don't ever want you to stop," I said breathlessly.

"I'm not going to, baby."

The rhythm of our bodies moving together created a tension in my body that was building from the inside. I couldn't describe it. The feeling alone was indescribable. He was kissing me so seductively while he was fucking me senseless, and I literally couldn't get enough of him. I felt my body beginning to tremble.

Oh, God, I feel it. I'm about to…

"I want to hear you come, Elena."

Suddenly, when my body couldn't hold the constant bombardment of Damon's unyielding thrusting movements, I felt the impending explosion within me rising to the surface.

"Oh, my God, Damon."

"Come on, baby, I want you to come."

His voice sent me over the edge. I felt my orgasm building and building and I knew I was about to explode with complete fulfillment on a level I had never experienced before. I was seconds away.

"Look at me, Elena."

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and he looked deep into mine as the pressure inside me kept growing stronger and stronger.

"I love you," he whispered as he gazed down at me.

My body and mind had had enough. Finally I couldn't take the pleasure anymore and my body shook violently. I was overwhelmed with the sensation. Damon kept moving throughout my whole orgasm in and out of me. I was trembling all over. I'd never experienced anything so absolutely, unanimously enjoyable in my life with someone I was completely in love with. Can we do that again?

Just as my orgasm ended, Damon cried out, "Oh, baby, I'm coming."

It was hot as hell to watch Damon have an orgasm. It gave me great pleasure knowing I pleasured him too.

"Oh, Elena, what you do to me…"

We then fell out onto each other. He laid there on top of me for several minutes and neither of us said a word.

After a few minutes, Damon rolled off of me and I rolled over and put my head on his chest.

"Are you okay, Crazy?"

"Yes, I'm so perfect," I sighed heavily.

"That, you are," he quickly responded.

We laid there in each other's arms completely fulfilled. I was resting my tired head on his chest. I couldn't believe how my day started compared to how it ended up. It was nothing I had ever imagined. I was completely exhausted and couldn't move. But not Damon, he was wide awake, smiling, still aroused and raring to go again.

Just the kind of boyfriend a girl wants.

"Damon, that was…"

"It was… Elena."

We both kind of knew without saying the words how fucking incredible that was.

"Now close your eyes and get some sleep. You've earned it," he said so sweetly.

"You're not going anywhere, are you?" I said as I held onto him tightly.

"No, Elena, I'm not going anywhere."

I managed to raise my tired head off of his chest for a second to look at him one more time.

"I loved it. I love you, Damon."

"I love you too, Elena."

He kissed my forehead and squeezed me tight and that's the last thing I remembered before falling asleep in a state of pure unadulterated bliss.