Chapter 14

Disclaim : I do not own Vampire Dairies.

Damon's POV

"You don't get it Damon! Do you!" Stefan is yelling at me, clearly he has been drinking and his drunken slurs are irritating as hell. I roll my eyes at him because he is being a complete idiot.

"Stefan do you even hear yourself? Your speaking like a crazy man!" I yell back grabbing him by his shoulder to steady him, him moving side to side was making me dizzy and I didn't even have a drink yet. Even thou he was my little brother I would beat his ass just for thinking such a ridiculous thought. "I would never do anything to intentionally hurt her ever." I tell him but I know that it is hopeless because he would not even remember this in the morning.

Stefan placed both his hands on my shoulders and now we are eye to eye. "Not only you love her. Just remember that." He doesn't stutter as he says this and I frown at him because what did he mean by that.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I love her to Damon! It's hard not to fall for her, with her doe brown eyes, that look right into your soul. I'm just not in-love with her." Stefan replies and he'd not joking because I know this is true because in a way we all loved Elena. Whether it was the intense love / in-love feeling I had or if it was friendly love like it would be between her and Ric because I knew he looked over her like a daughter.

He protected her more then I really could. He protected her from everything that I was. The stealing, the killing. This was not a place for her but she had made her choice and she wanted this. This was not forced onto her. "I know you do Stef, I know." I reply to my drunken brother as I pull him into my embrace. There was no arguing with him because it was true.

He wraps his hands securely around me and it's moments like this that I really thank the gods that I saved my brother and that I had listened to my parents for once in my life. I hold my brother for a few more second before I pull back thanking the gods again that no one had witnessed my moment of weakness with my brother.

"Let me take you to your room, tomorrow you need to go with Ric to take Elena to a physician in the city." I half mumble to myself as I move to the side half carrying my brother lopsidedly to the entrance only to find Elena standing next to it smiling softly at me. "Hey…" I almost whisper as I move over to her.

"Hey…" she replies and the smile never leaves her face. "I'm going to a physician?" she asks as she moves to Stefan's other side helping me with my brother who is now impossibly heavy and drooling on my shoulder.

"Yeah to check on you, and maybe to verify the pregnancy?" I ask as we move together into the mansion. "Personally I don't trust Matt if it comes to that. No offence." I reply quickly but I hear her giggle which sets me at ease. And knowing if she was pregnant or not would be a great help. Truly I would be overjoyed to become a father but in a way I knew we weren't ready for this, she was still a child of just 16 and a few months. Not like that put me at ease.

"No offence taken. But I would prefer to go with you." She says and right now, I did not want to be near the city. Not only would the Klaus and the guards be out for my blood but I was wanted for the murder of Michael and Ester.

"It would be a huge risk if I took you," I half trail of as we near Stefans bedroom and I take my brother from Elena and she opens the door for us to enter. I walk and my brother half stumbles in and then at least I find his bed and he falls onto it. Well he's in bed and he will be sleeping in a few seconds. Job well done. I smirk at my brother, he never could handle his alcohol. I turn around and I see that Elena is still at the door looking into the room. I sigh and then leave my brother before I exit the room I close the door and I look down at her. "But I will start preparations for Kul-Elna." I say as I wrap an arm around my girl and I lead her to our bedroom.

When we enter our room I close the door behind us and then see there is a plate of food on the table. Thanks Caroline. I walk over to the table and take a seat. Elena doesn't sit down and she moves to the chest next to the bathing chamber, her eyes big. "I would like that." Elena stated and she seems off like there is something wrong. I pull the plate closer and then start to eat looking her over once.

After half of my plate is finished she is still staring at me and I wonder briefly what's on her mind because she really seems out of it. "What are you thinking of?" I ask as I move forward and pour juice in the middle of the desk. Motioning for her to take a cup who pushes herself of the chest and make her way over to me standing next to me but she takes it with a small smile.

At first her eyes focus on mine and then she sighs. "What if I am pregnant? I'm scared Damon… I know you are excited about this but truly I'm scared." She replies as she holds the cup in her hands almost hiding her whole face. I could understand that she is scared, I was terrified. I didn't know the first thing of being a father, I never had a father.

"Whether you are or not I will still love you and stay by your side every step of the way. We'll be scared together." I reply and her expression softens immediately. I am good with my girl and I knew it. But it was what I would do because I would do anything for her. Knowing that she agreed to be my wife and that we would be wed in 5 days made me really happy because I wanted no else but her.

And to think that I wanted her to confines me love is worth it. Well if you have Elena, everything is worth it. Loving this girl only brought me happiness and this was more than I could have asked for, since the life that I had before her was full is sadness and hate. With Elena I only knew how to be in-love quite love sick if you asked me but who cared. I deserved happiness in my life and I am sure that I made her happy. I take one last bite of meat before pushing the plate forward.

"You want to sit and talk some more or get in bed?" I ask and I can see the sparkle in her eyes as she takes a sip and places the cup on the desk. But she doesn't reply and I knew that look all to well. But I didn't want to risk having sex with her and it might cause something to the pregnancy. And I Need to tell her this. "Have a seat, Elena," I offered to her a bit nervous to refuse my girl.

She bites down on her lower lip and slowly walked around to my side of the desk. "I've… well… bed." she answered quietly.

My eyes fell from hers. "Oh," was all I said. I knew she didn't expect our conversation to go down this path and I felt bad for catching her off guard. I took another step forward. "Elena can we maybe …" I pressed.

With a deep inhale to steady myself, she leaned down and meets my lips with her own. And my response was immediate.

My hands lifted into her hair and she pulled me up closer to her. To make it easier, she twisted and sat down in my lap, tilting my head for better access. Her lips were exactly as I remembered. Soft, yet firm. Warm and so tempting. I had to taste them. But I knew that this would lead to something and I just count afford something to happen just yet.

She opened her mouth and dragged her tongue across my lower lip. My body reacted and my lips parted, allowing her entrance. She met my tongue with her own and I had to suppress a moan.

Delicious.

Our tongues moved together as we tasted each other and my skin prickled with goose bumps. She was perfect. Her body against mine was melting me to my core and I felt myself getting lost in the kiss. Out of nowhere, I jumped up and Elena slipped down onto the floor with a thud. Her mouth hung open and I stared down at her in shock. What.

The. Hell. Was. That? I could not believe I had just done that to my girl.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I backed away from her, my hands in my hair again. "Elena, I'm sorry. Shit." I almost stuttered, She turned around and stood up. "We can't do this," I say more to myself. I turned back to Elena and I knew she could see the war behind my eyes. "We can't do this," I repeated.

"Why not?" Elena nearly begged. Her breathing was still escalated and I could still taste her on my tongue. I knew she wasn't finished yet.

"Because we just can't, Elena. I don't know it this would affect you being pregnant or anything..." I state as my eyes look into her brown doe eyes.

Sparks ignited inside of her eyes and I could see that it had upset her. I was so tired of people controlling me and taking things away from me and now I was doing the same to her. She didn't deserved this.

Elena took a step toward me, her eyes locked steadily with mine, and she lifted her shirt up over her head and let it fall to the floor. My eyes flickered away from her briefly to scan her nearly naked frame that was my home. When I looked back up she could see me struggling to maintain my stance on us not doing this.

My mouth popped open slightly and I unconsciously stepped away from her and into the wall. My eyes moved down to her bare breasts and she could see my resolve wavering.

She bent down removing her sandals when she stood back up, dressed in nothing, she saw the first signs of her victory in my all too willing eyes.

Seductively, she stalked toward her prey, her hips swinging with each step. When she reached me, she lifted a hand and ran her fingers across the stubble growing on my chiseled jaw line. I was in her hands.

She looked up at me from underneath her dark lashes, licked her lips, and whispered, "Please?"

My eyes narrowed and a deep groan escaped me as I rolled my head on my shoulders. "Please? Elena, don't do this to me." I almost plead to her. She batted her lashes again and moved to press her body against mine. I felt every muscle in my body stiffen...and I mean every muscle. She was going to get her way. She knew that what she was doing was wrong. It didn't take any time at all for my mind to lose any ideas of progress and growth but instead revert to this primal thought process of want and take.

I was not going to deny her. She was taking this, controlling the situation. She reached between us and slipped two fingers into the top of my robes. "Please, Damon?" she nearly purred.

"Fuck," I moaned and let my head fall back against the wall. "I'm begging you, Elena. You've gotta stop. You've gotta put your dress back on." I could feel her chest raising and falling rapidly against my own as her breathing increased. My eyes were trained away from hers as I attempted to stay firm on my decision.

I could see she was tired of playing this game. We both knew where we'd end up anyway... on my desk... Or in the chair... Or on the fucking floor. Made no difference to me.

Without further instruction from me, she started undoing my robes. Quickly she dropped to my knees, jerking down my pants. As my erection bounced free of the clothes, I gasp and I looked down at her because I did not understand what she was doing. She ran her tongue over her swollen lips and leaned forward.

Before I could stop her, I hastily began backing away from her, running into my wardrobe and knocking some close off, awkwardly attempting to tug my robes back up. "No, no, no, Elena. No," I said firmly with a shake of my head. "We are not doing this." My robes slid up around my hips but I seemed to be having difficulty getting them tightened again with shaking hands.

My mind was whirling. How could she just continue her ministration and what she had done just now was something un expected? My dick was less than an inch from her lips and I stopped her. She could have done god knows what right now and I stopped her.

"Damon," she whispered, her ego obviously bruised from my rejection.

I stopped trying to tighten my robes and looked up at her, my eyes widening. Quickly I walked back to where she was pathetically sitting on out floor, and lowered to my knees to join her. My eyes were soft and held all the pain she felt.

"God, yes, Elena." I lifted a hand to her cheek and rubbed my thumb along the bone. "And you have no idea how hard it is to not do this, but it just wouldn't be right."

"Why?" she asked her voice broken.

"Neither of us is in a position where this would be healthy." I say trying my best to explain to her because I just did not know what to expect. I had never been around pregnant woman and didn't know what to expect.

She held my gaze and narrowed her eyes. I didn't want to do this because it wouldn't be healthy? For who? I had always heard that sex was one of the healthiest things a person could do for their body physically. Mentally… well, who cares about that? This was what she wanted and she would probably get it. "Please Damon" I admitted brazenly. "I just want you."

I opened my mouth to respond but before a sound could escape, she lurched forward and covered my mouth with her own, wrapping her hands up into my hair and holding me against her.

She shoved her tongue into my mouth and moved her against mine, and I enjoying the salty-sweet taste of her. I immediately began kissing back, my will faltering immensely. The kiss was powerful and desperate with lips and tongues and teeth slamming together.

Deciding to abuse my newfound compliance, she shoved one hand down between us again, slid it into my robes, and grabbed my hardened member firmly. She. Was. Not letting go.

I groaned into her mouth and sucked in a sharp inhale through my nose. One of my hands shot up to the wrist holding me, but I didn't attempt to pull her hand out. She was winning.

Gently she began rolling her thumb around the soft tip of my member, spreading around my pre-cum and creating a slick surface. I mumbled against her mouth but she couldn't decipher the words, and I didn't care to repeat. She wrapped her fingers around me and moved lower, then back up. The movements were uncomfortable and awkward due to her hand being trapped inside my robes so she removed her other hand from my hair and undid the robe. Once the robe was pushed partly off of my hips, she was able to free my erection again and make work of stroking me.

"Fuck," I moaned as I sucked her lower lip into my mouth. My grasp on her arm relaxing slowly and she smiled into my kisses.

With her unoccupied hand, she grabbed my hand, removed it from her arm, and brought it up to her bare breast. As soon as my palm was placed against her skin, the nipple pebbled and hardened and her heartbeat picked up in pace.

I didn't need further help from her and began massaging the rounded flesh, pulling my fingers back until my thumb and index finger were tweaking the perky nipple. Now it was her turn to moan. To express her satisfaction, she wrapped her hand softly yet firmly around me and tugged. My hips bucked in response.

The act seemed to break any resolve I may have left and my lips trailed away from her lips and across her jaw and to her throat. I licked and sucked at the skin as I went and the feeling shot straight between her legs. "Mmm, Damon," she whispered into the side of my neck.

I needed her.

Now.

She pulled back from my lips and with as much force as she could muster, she pushed me back to the floor until I was on my back and she stood up. I was confused as I looked at her. She walked to stand over me and lowered her hips to hover above mine. The tip of my cock gently grazed her flesh and she roughly bit down on her lower lip.

My head fell back against the floor, my eyes closing. "We shouldn't," I muttered again, but the strength behind the statement was no longer there. With a deep breath, she impaled herself on me.

Brief pain coursed over her features as I filled her entirely, more than she'd ever been filled before, and she stretched to accommodate me. As she exhaled, an involuntary moan escaped her.

"Fuck," I groaned into the air.

She closed her eyes and I took several seconds to enjoy the feel of myself inside of her. Then slowly, she began lifting herself with her knees, setting a pace that had us both aching for more friction and heat. I pursed my lips tightly and moaned.

This felt right. This felt good. This is what she wanted and this was what she was getting. She placed her palms flat against my abdomen and looked down at me. God this woman was perfect. How had I never noticed? The thought sparked a fire within me and I had the most intense urge to fucking ride her. And she did. With the strength of her knees she picked up speed and lifted up and slid down my member repeatedly and quickly.

"Ugh…" she moaned each time I filled her. Both of my hands moved up Elena's chest to her bouncing breasts and I attended them, kneading and caressing firmly. Each time I pinched a nipple, she would moan louder and speed up her hips. I suddenly lifted to sit up. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. A tremble ran through me. "Damon!" Her arms slid around my neck and she held me close.

My hands rested on her hips and I began to guide her up and down, I groaned against her chest. Each time my body pressed into the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, I knew she was one second closer to her release. My teeth lightly nipped at a nipple and she cried out and slammed back down on me again.

A rippling effect began to vibrate inside of her and I knew her orgasm was close. I leaned away from her breast and my breathing was heavy. I placed my forehead on the smooth surface of her chest between her breasts. "I'm close, " I whispered.

I could sense Elena getting closer and she cried out with each movement, her fingernails digging into my back.

"Ugh…yes…" I heard her expressing.

"Just like that," I sighed.

My words must have sent her over the edge and she climaxed. With a scream, the muscles of her inner walls began to contract repeatedly around my cock and she forced her body to keep riding up and down. "Damon! Damon!" she threw her head back. Without warning and in Elena's mid-bliss, I flipped us over and she gasped as she landed hard on her back. The movement surprisingly intensified her orgasm it seems.

I propped myself up with my hands on either side of Elena's head and I began ramming myself into her, grunting with each thrust. I could feel the air around me charge with a different energy and the change was sudden and drastic. Elena looked up to my face and my eyes stared down at her, dark and filled with lust. No more was I the tentative man attempting to save her honour or whatever bullshit that was, but a man completely accepting of the pleasure being brought to him... and a man that wanted more.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and gave me free reign of her body. This was what she wanted from me. She wanted me to break loose and want her like I needed her. She wanted me to tear her apart and find paradise in her body.

With furious movements, I pounded into her. The muscles in my jaw were clenched taught and deep growls would rumble at the base of my throat. My breathing was heavy through my nose and my hair was damp with sweat. I lifted a hand and grabbed her thigh, holding her tightly against my hip and keeping her in place. My fingers digging in to her flesh and I knew it was going to leave a bruise. Thrust after infuriating thrust, she whimpered as I inched my way closer to the same release she had received earlier.

I loved every second of it. With several more jerky movements, warmth began to spread inside of her as I reached the edge. My mouth dropped open and a stream of curses poured from my lips. My eyes never left hers.

The moment was perfect.