Hello to all you wonderful Delena fans out there!

Wow... just wow is all I can say. Thank you SO, SO much for all your reviews. I almost fell out my seat to see I had received soooo many for my last chapter. I wasn't expecting it, so thank you! I could kiss you all silly! Mmmmwah!

And because of those reviews, I'm seriously spoiling you now. Three chapters in the space of a week you lucky devils! Just to warn you about chapter 10, this is the first time i've attempted to write anything smutty. I've deleted, typed and tweaked more times than I can care to remember so I hope it at least comes across well. I'm sure i'll improve with time ;-) Constructive criticism is more than welcome.

So... on with the story...

DAMON'S POV

Damon could scarcely begin to comprehend what was actually happening.

Here he was with Elena; standing before him with her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from his relentless kisses, ready and willing for him to take her back to his apartment to continue their heated unity. It was, to say the least, pretty surreal for him.

A nervous excitement twinkled in her dark eyes and he knew he was reciprocating it as he met her by the door. He was terrified of being caught, but at the same time he didn't give a flying fuck. So long as they made it to the parking lot without bumping into anyone, all would be well.

"We have to be quick," he told her as he inched open his door to look around. Her hands weaved around his arm, ready to follow suit. Even that simple touch caused his nerve endings to run wild.

Concentrate, dammit. You're not out of the woods yet, Salvatore.

And concentrate he did. Damon focused left and right to find the hallways were completely deserted. It may have been well after school hours by now, but that didn't mean some of the teacher's weren't still lurking around on campus. Like Alaric as a fine example. He felt Elena's hand slide into his own and he responded with an encouraging squeeze, barely able to contain his excitement to get her back to his apartment. Fast.

He turned to look at her and she smiled the most wonderful smile he had ever seen. It seemed odd, especially given their current situation, but he could only think of one word to describe the way she looked right now - she looked happy.

"Lets go," he said, brushing his thumb along her hand before letting it go. It wasn't wise to go flitting down the hallway holding his students hand if they were eventually spotted by a roving teacher.

With eyes at the back of his head, Damon didn't let one corner or room go undetected. Hope, excitement and his hard on grew the longer they went unnoticed. Once out of the block and into the warm, late summer air Damon slowed his pace to walk beside her. Sharing a quick smirk before turning his attention back to their surroundings. It was like a ghost town, not even a detention-leaving school kid in sight. Result.

Damon jabbed his thumb on the 'Unlock' button for his car as they neared it in the empty parking lot. He felt so exposed with no cars, no buildings, nothing to hide them from a wandering eye. But once his hand was on the door handle, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. They'd made it.

"Hop in," he instructed with a half-grin, staring at her over the roof of his car as she looked up from underneath those full, fluttering eyelashes. God, she was driving him crazy from just a simple look. They'd be lucky to make it out of the car without crashing if he didn't focus on anything other than how much he craved see her naked body writhing beneath his own.

Once inside and the doors closed in unison with a heavy 'thud' it all suddenly seemed very real. While Damon fumbled one hand to shove the keys into the ignition, the other scrabbled for the seat-belt above him. As he wove the belt around his body, she had been doing the same. His sharp, cerulean eyes met those of a luring chestnut-brown. She was impossible to resist as once again, like they could read one another's minds, they met halfway in another passionate embrace.

Damon was no stranger to women. He'd had more than his fair share and no one had ever left complaining that was for sure. But as he rested back in the drivers seat watching Elena straddle him and flip her lustrous, long hair over her shoulders, Damon felt the overwhelming need to please her more than anyone he'd ever been with before.

Of which he realized, as he brushed the few rebellious strands of hair away from her face to really look into her eyes, was probably because he was falling harder for her than he had for any other girl in his life.

"What?" she whispered as he continued to study her face.

Damon toyed with the idea of telling her that. But he felt it was way too soon. He settled for his trademark smirk, stroking his left thumb back and forth across her smooth cheek bone.

"Nothing - You're just incredibly beautiful, Elena."

She clearly didn't expect him to say that. Her mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words yet her eyes did all the talking. They were settled on his lips again. A little habit of hers that Damon had already noticed, and one he did not want her to break out of. He held the reins once again and stroked his hands to the back of her head, weaving his fingers through those silky, straight locks and bringing her lips down to his. The connection sent a jolt of electricity to go rippling through his body each and every time.

As a guy, who was incredibly hot for the gorgeous creature who happened to start grinding her hips unassumingly against his terribly constricted hard on, he wanted nothing more than to embrace his dominant role by tearing away her clothes and watching as he made her scream with unabashed pleasure. But he knew, even when highly distracted by the way her fingers massaged the back of his neck while they kissed, that he just couldn't do that. It wasn't that simple. They were playing on incredibly dangerous ground and one foot wrong could land him in very serious trouble. As much as she appeared to want this, what if she suddenly changed her mind? She was incredibly young and assumably quite inexperienced. But above all it was illegal for him to engage in sexual acts with her. Damon suddenly felt the need to cling on to her for dear life, as if it would stop him from thinking of all the reasons of why he should not be doing this.

Then he felt her soft lips brush against the sensitive flesh of his ear, causing him to groan as her hot breath tingled against his cool skin.

"Tell me what you're thinking" she whispered. Damon couldn't believe she had asked him that as he combed his fingers through her hair, which made her feel the need to lean back and study his face.

"You really wanna know?"

"Yeah" she nodded, her fingers still playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, "I do."

"Well firstly, I'm thinking about how much I want to take you home with me."

"Mhm," she smiled, "What else?"

"Second, I'm thinking of all the reasons of why I shouldn't be."

It was like a bucket of ice being tipped over his head at the way her face dropped. Before she had the chance to turn her head away he gently, but firmly, made her look into his steely eyes.

"But if you tell me now, Elena, that you completely understand the magnitude of this situation then I won't think twice about starting up that engine and taking you home with me. I want nothing more than to do that right now. But you have to be honest with me and tell me if you're in anyway uncomfortable or unsure about this."

The look in her almond-shaped eyes told him she had listened to every single word spoken. She wasn't a child. She wasn't in a la-la land where she thought it was all fun and games. Elena was a young woman now and had been forced to grow up. She had to be after what she went through with losing her parents. Damon knew how that felt all too well. He turned from a boy into a man long before he should have done.

"I understand," came her unexpected response, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand everything, Damon. I promise."

And there, right there Elena spoke the exact words Damon wanted and needed to hear. She knew exactly what she was doing. And she said his name for the very first time. It sounded perfect as breathless whisper. But Damon couldn't hide the devilish smile on his face when he pictured her crying out his name over and over again until it bounced off the walls around them. Of which would most certainly be happening in an hour's time.

"Well in that case I'd better get us to where we both desperately wanna be right now, hadn't I?"

Elena hummed her affirmation, "Absolutely."

As she struggled to clamber off his lap, her hand slipped onto the steering wheel behind her and landed on the horn. The offending 'beep' that blasted through their ears caused Elena to shriek and Damon to repeatedly curse under his breath, looking around the car anxiously incase anyone came to investigate.

What was that about not getting caught and understanding the magnitude of this situation, again? Get to grips you fucking idiot.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he heard Elena rush as he quickly started up the car. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm-"

"Whoa, slow down lil' miss" he chuckled, amused at the horror etched onto her pretty little face as he pulled out of the parking lot, "I don't want you passing out on me... yet."

The look on her face was priceless as he hit fifth gear, giving her a cheeky little wink before looking back on the road ahead. He did not want to waste another minute of the precious time they had together.

Elena's POV

Sitting against the plush leather passenger seat in Damon's car, Elena could feel every pulse beating in her body. Her heart was dancing, her throat was drumming and the ache between her legs was throbbing with need. She had never felt like this before and it was completely exhilarating.

She looked across to the heartbreakingly gorgeous man next to her, lost in his handsome profile as he concentrated hard on the road, weaving through traffic, desperate to get them both to where they've dreamed of being since they first met. How did they manage to deny themselves of this for so long? Elena congratulated herself for her will power, because right now she's wondering how on earth she coped without knowing what his lips felt like against hers for all this time.

It made her think back to the boys of her past. Not that there were many. Matt was her first boyfriend, her first kiss, but not her first everything. She lost her virginity to Stefan, and he was the only boy she had ever slept with. Suddenly she felt incredibly nervous about that fact as she looked to herself in the side mirror out of the window. Stefan was all she knew. Never would she regret her first time with him; he was gentle, caring and they were crazy about each other. But if she was completely honest with herself, it was never mind-blowing, or how she really imagined sex to be. They were each others first and she knew she couldn't put any blame on Stefan for that at all. But it was all so mechanical. As though they were going by what they saw in the movies as opposed to embracing their natural reactions to one another. So to sum it all up - she was terrified she would disappoint Damon.

As Damon turned the car sharply around a corner, Elena felt her substitute phone buzz in the bag between her feet. The one she had dropped and left behind a few days ago was still switched off. With a sigh she quickly retrieved it to find a missed call from Caroline and two missed calls from Bonnie. Why were they desperate to call her? Were they meant to be doing something tonight? Elena furrowed her brow in thought, trying to jog her memory of any plans she had with the girls.

Too late for that though. Her whole body flourished with a nervous excitement as Damon swiftly pulled the car into his driveway. They were here.

Oh God, this is really happening she thought, smiling like a beaming Cheshire Cat as she dropped her phone back into her bag. Caroline and Bonnie would simply have to wait.

Elena quickly took in the exterior of the secluded apartments before her. They were in a more affluent area of Mystic Falls. She only managed to notice the two storey windows accompanied with a balcony on each floor as she climbed out of the car, before she spotted Damon's seductive smile flash her way, along with a cheeky wiggle of his eyebrows. She could help but giggle.

"What's got you chuckling away, Miss Gilbert?" he drawled, rounding the car and slowly advancing towards her with a lazy smile on that gorgeous face of his. It felt natural when he stood before her, for Elena to wrap her arms around his shoulders while his slipped around her tiny waist. As though they were a couple and had done it a million times before

"Just the way you look" she replied.

"Oh, I look funny now, do I?" he said, hoisting her up so her legs automatically wrapped around his hips. Elena found it incredibly difficult not to gasp at the feel of his bulge kneading between her legs.

"No I didn't meant that" she sniggered as he walked them towards his apartment door, carrying her as though she weighed nothing in his arms. "I meant that you look..."

"Dashing? Gorgeous?"

He unlocked and threw open his door. Barely giving Elena time to register her new surroundings before she was pinned against the wall inside.

"Irrrresistable?"

The lop-sided grin on his face was just too delicious for words. It compensated for his cocky attitude, which she secretly loved anyway.

"You're so full of it. Do you know that?" she said in a breathless whisper as he drew closer. Eyes never moving from hers.

"Yep," he said with a pop of his lips. Elena found she was slowly licking her own from watching his. No more time wasting. She needed him and she needed him now.

Feeling more confident that she ever had been with Stefan, Elena slowly reached out her fingers to tweak open the buttons of his black shirt. Remembering the day he wore it in class a couple of Monday's ago; watching the defined muscles of his arms strain under the material, imaging how soft his flesh would be underneath. So consumed with her memories and watching her fingers work away at those buttons, she didn't notice Damon inch towards her neck. He so much as brushed those magical lips against her skin and she was lost, unable to stop the gasp that escaped her lips as his tongue swirled along her heated skin. Her eyes involuntary rolled to the back of her head, another gasp, louder, echoing from her as she pushed away the shirt that concealed what was sure to be a magnificent body underneath it.

And she wasn't disappointed as she freely grazed her fingertips down the toned, sculptured muscles of his stomach. Her own coiled with desire as her fingers slipped passed the treasure trail she found to grasp onto his belt. Wanting more.

She whimpered as he tore away from her neck, but he soon made up for it as he violently shrugged away the rest of shirt from his arms as though the material was burning his skin. As his lips crashed onto hers, her head banged against the wall behind her. Painful though it was, she didn't care. She was hungry for him and smiled against his mouth as he pulled her away from the wall to guide her further into his home. Hopefully towards his bedroom.

And then she was gently being placed onto his bed, sinking into the thick sheets, his lips never leaving hers as he settled his half naked body between her legs. The feeling of his hard, muscular body blanketing hers was just incredible. She wanted to feel his naked skin against hers, so she got to work at her flimsy t-shirt, grabbing the hem with her trembling fingers. She saw, as she rode the material over her body, Damon watching her with hot, hungry eyes. His hands wasted no time in stroking over her bare stomach and ribs. She hummed at the sensation, gasping as he made sure to circle the pad of his thumb around her right, bra-clad nipple before grasping her chin and kissing her hard. He knew exactly how to touch her and it drove her insane under his body. Her limbs had a mind of their own as her hands continued to tackle with his belt and her legs cradled his back and sides. It was never this way with Stefan and she knew it never could be.

The belt still wasn't complying with her needs. She felt his hot breath against her mouth as he chuckled at her unsuccessful attempts to get him naked.

"Someone's a little impatient" he teased. "Want a hand?"

Elena, wanting to give as good as she got, hastily bit his bottom lip.

"You know I do," she ordered, reveling in the surprised look she got from her oh so cocky lover.

She watched as he rose to his knees over her body, staring down hard while his hands tugged on the fastening of his belt.

"Keep that attitude up Miss Gilbert and you'll find yourself in big trouble."

She arched her eyebrows challengingly, never feeling so confident and sexy as she lay underneath his body, watching him yank down the zipper and shed his clothing until she was greeted with his constricted Calvin Klein boxers.

Oh my... mused her hazy thoughts, swallowing the lump in her throat convulsively.

Damon's POV

Damon Salvatore was sincerely enjoying the confident, little minx that was Elena Gilbert in his bed right now. It was like a whole new side of her had been unleashed as she lay before him, staring at the sizable bulge in his boxers.

As much as he wanted her to act out what he'd jerked off to in the shower multiple times; such as the image of her crawling to her knees, sliding her hand passed the fabric of his boxers and taking him into her mouth while gazing up with her glazed doe eyes, he knew not to expect that. This time would be dominantly his lead; slow, tender and meaningful. He didn't want her to feel uncertain, scared or used. She was young and while it seemed she was not as naive as most other girls her age, he didn't want her questioning what they were about to do.

His eyes never left her face as he carefully leaned down against her body, working away at the pesky button of her skin-tight jeans and dragging them down her long, slender legs that had she teased him with so many times with the skirts she wore to class. He showed his affection by raining kisses along the smooth skin, lifting her left leg over his broad shoulder and gliding his tongue along the inside of her thigh. She was delicious. The way she felt under his palms, the way her flesh tasted like cinnamon, the way she watched him while her dainty hands twisted against the sheets. God, if this is what she was like now, he couldn't wait to see her writhe around in a few moments time.

Kissing, licking and nipping his way back to her lips, Damon groaned heavily into her parted mouth when he felt her hand against his unbearably hard erection. When she snapped her hand passed the waistband to enclose her fingers one by one around his shaft, he almost lost it.

"Oh fuck, Elena..." he whimpered, just as she began to pump her hand up and down. Her grip was firm and movements fluid - exactly how he loved it.

To Hell with the permanent slow and tender approach. If she was playing dirty, so was Damon.

He practically ripped off her lacy, black bra to expose her perfect, round breasts. She squealed with surprised pleasure as he flicked his tongue over each nipple, causing her to arch into his waiting mouth. Damon smirked against her pert, right nipple as she managed to find her hand back to his manhood, making his head spin and blood boil to the point where he felt could burst. Again, he could go one step further with the little game she was playing.

"Did I not warn you about that attitude, Miss Gilbert?" he taunted against her heaving breasts, looking up to see her face contort with pleasure as he blew against the wet trail he'd left on her sensitive nipple.

"Maybe," she breathed. "Maybe I just didn't listen to you, Damon."

She swiped her thumb over the head of his cock as she drawled out his name, almost causing the elbows he was propped up on to give way.

"Mmm" he purred, smirking down at her while she beamed with satisfaction, "you're in very big trouble, Elena..."

"Oh yeah? How sss-oh!"

He swiftly slipped her underwear aside to drive one, long finger deep into her slick core. Flicking her sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb the moment his finger reached the hilt, making her shudder and moan in overwhelming pleasure against his hand.

He slowly began to slide back his finger, but as soon as she began to relax he buried it slow and deep inside her once again. Her reaction was so pure and natural, something Damon hadn't experienced in a while. He greedily took in her body, his intense gaze drinking in the way she began to grind against his moving fingers, the way her stomach tensed with each movement, the way she grabbed a handful of the bed sheets and bit into the material to stifle her screams that would surely get the neightbours knocking on his door if she released them. She looked positively exquisite and Damon could not hold off a second longer.

Still probing her with one hand, he discretely used the other to open his bedside draw to reach for some protection. He couldn't help but grin when he eventually removed his hand to hear her whimpers of protest.

"Damon don't stop. Please, that was so good."

To still hear her say his name was just something else. For weeks of hearing her say 'Mr Salvatore' and 'Sir' when all he wanted was for her to say his name was just excruciating. To hear Elena go back to his surname come Monday morning was going to be Hell.

Damon kissed away the pout that appeared on her full, rosy-lips as she hazily looked into his eyes.

"This going to be better," he stated as he pulled away her underwear, "I promise."

The look on her face told him she didn't doubt that. Her legs inched out to accommodate his body, causing both of them to groan with content at feel of their naked bodies moulding perfectly against one another. It would take all but one thrust for Damon to be inside her, but he was desperately searching her face for any kind of uncertainly or panic. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel like she had to oblige to continue just because they were at this stage now.

She must have sensed this about him as her hand reached to cup his jaw while the other lovingly stroked away the unruly, raven black hair away from his forehead.

"Take me, Damon" she breathed.

And he did.

With one, gentle push he eased his length inside her until he was buried to the hilt and both released a cry of pure pleasure. She was so tight that Damon felt he could explode right then and there. And the way she raked her hands down the length of his back and pressed her bare, sweat-glistening breasts against his chest was not helping. He set a steady rhythm, grabbing her left leg and hoisting it over his shoulder once again, staring at her with such intensity that neither of them could break contact.

As the delicious sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room Damon felt all kinds of turned on as she arched back her neck, exclaiming her affections for everything he was making her feel in that moment. Damon continued to watch her pleasure-stricken face as he turned his head to the shapely leg resting against his shoulder. He planted soft, wet kisses along her ankle and calf, biting down and sending her into a frenzy.

She sat up from the bed to grip onto his shoulders for dear life as she cried out his name. Damon took it upon himself to rest back on his knees so she was straddling him, yet he was the one pumping up hard and fast into her body mercilessly. His plans for taking it slow all but forgotten.

"Damon, Oh God, Damon!" she cried, screaming his name over and over as he watched, mesmerized at the way she arched back to expose her gleaming, toned body and where they were intimately joined for his eyes to feast upon. Never would he be with someone as beautiful as Elena Gilbert again in his life. Of that, he knew.

He latched his lips onto the nearest nipple, sucking and nibbling on the hardened peak until she was practically juddering against his body.

"Damon I... I feel... Oh my..."

She was coming, and clearly for the first time.

"Just ride it 'Lena" he moaned, feeling his own impending release but he was more than determined to see her through first.

Her eyes almost pop out of her head as she lunged forward to stare at him. When he drilled into her harder, hitting that mind-blowing spot for her every time, the look on her face told him she understood the white, hot pleasure that began to plough its way through her body was normal. And with one final thrust, her body spasm and convulsed against his own, sending her into a blissful oblivion as she screamed his name to the point where it tipped him over to his own release.

As much as Damon wanted to throw his head back and growl with ecstasy as he came, he made sure to watch each and every move of Elena's first orgasm. Her body was flush against his, tense with her quivering arms around his shoulders and fingers digging into his skin to the point where he was sure he was bleeding. However he didn't give a fuck. He was far too busy imprinting the image of her face in his memory as it was now. Her hair blanketing around them both, her cheeks flushed a glowing pink and her eyes barely able to keep open as she tried to look at him.

"That was..." she whispered, unable to form words as she continued to flutter around his girth. Damon smirked,

"Did I fulfill my promise?"

She laughed breathlessly and lazily planted a kiss on his lips.

"Absolutely."

"You sure? If not I can always try again" he taunted, gently thrusting while he was still inside her.

"Oh God, I couldn't. Not just yet" she laughed, "That was amazing."

"It was" he agreed, stroking away the strands of hair that clung to her damp temples. "You cold?" he asked, noticing her tiny body begin to shiver in his arms.

"Yeah just a li-"

BUZZ!
BUZZ!
BUZZ!

"Oh great," snapped Damon as his apartment buzzer bleated through the room.

"What's that?"

"Someone calling from downstairs," sighed Damon, already missing the feel of her body against his as she moved out of his lap.

"Who do you think it is?" she asked while wrapping his dark bed sheets around her body.

"I dunno," admitted Damon, springing from the bed to quickly clean himself up and slip on his boxers, "probably someone coming to complain about the noise" he teased, snapping the elastic of his boxers against his skin with a big-headed grin on his face.

"Oh don't say that!" she blushed, grabbing a pillow and burying her face into it.

Damon laughed to himself as he sauntered through the expanse of his apartment, yawning with content as he reached the door and swung it open.

Oh shit.

"Hello there, Damon. Did you forget about our little date?" snapped the very irritated voice of Isobel Flemming at his doorstep.

Soooo? What's the verdict? Do I have the ability to write smutty or should I stick with the usual 'the next morning' line? The only way i'll know is if you review, review, review!

And yeah, another mean cliffhanger - what's gonna happen now?

Once again if I am treated to plenty of reviews, the next chapter will be up in no time.

Anna x