Higher and higher,

We're gonna take it,

Down to the wire,

We're gonna make it out,

Whoa-oh-oh Higher and higher...

Bling (Confession of a King) by The Killers

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Elena was half-conscious when Damon carried her to bed. She was starting to feel sore, but damn, it was totally worth it. She got exactly what she wanted. Yes, this is what satisfaction felt like.

Her back was against his chest as they spooned on the bed. Elena felt sated from sex and exhausted from lack of sleep. Her eyes drifted shut as her body melted into his skin.

Damon had other ideas for them. He was too happy to sleep. She loved him!

He stroked himself while caressing her thighs. He shifted her legs and slipped the tip of his hardened length into her.

She let out a strangled groan at the intrusion.

He heard her heartbeat pounding like a sprinter. He remained still within her. "I plan on enjoying you a little longer. I'll make it good for you."

She couldn't see him smirking, but he had to be. She shook her head in disbelief of his antics. Secretly, she was getting excited all over again.

He slid the head of his length back and forth. Her opening gathered the wetness. Each small thrust was slow, gentle, bringing them both pleasure. He sucked on her shoulder blades making her sigh.

After a few minutes, Elena started getting restless about the pace. It was tortuously slow. She pushed her hips down hoping he would enter entirely.

"Ah, ah, ah, stop that." He chided.

Elena huffed and puffed her chest. Would he stop screwing with her? Well, not literally, of course.

Damon chuckled in amusement, she was darling when frustrated. He loved her fire.

Out of spite, she moved her body away from him. He slipped out of her easily. Her rebellion didn't last long. He held her firmly to the bed. "I could very easily take what I want from you. You know this."

She couldn't tell if he was serious or not.

"I KNOW you're an ass." She gritted out unable to move.

"You love my ass." He slipped his head back into her wet heat.

She gasped at the contact. "This is why I didn't want to tell you."

He continued with the smalls thrusts. "The truth comes out one way or another."

Elena remained silent as he guided the minimal movements. The familiar tension was building in her limbs.

He bit his wrist and offered it to her. "Drink."

She sucked on his wrist, he shook in gratification. The taste of his blood didn't make a difference. All senses were directed to feeling. He bit into the back of her neck. When his fangs pierced, she groaned in lust, not pain. Her body felt like it was on fire as they shared blood. It was a unique feeling, difficult to describe, something between a humid day and falling down. Her body craved more, she anticipated something big, she sucked on him harder. The force of her orgasm was startling. She dropped his wrist, overcome by emotion. She was in rapture from the pleasurable numbness.

Suddenly, she was choking, she couldn't breathe.

Damon moved above her, he grabbed her face in his hands. "Elena."

She could hear him calling from far away.

"Elena, look at me."

Blue... Cerulean... Aquamarine... Eyes. Beauty.

Her eyes locked on his.

"Elena, you're hyperventilating."

His words registered in her mind. Her breaths eased down to a normal pace. He stared at her worried, but she surprised him with a kiss.

He returned the kiss and pulled back. He laughed at the expression on her face. "You okay?"

She nodded and pulled him into a hug.

The only question looping in her mind: How long would she feel complete?

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Hours later the happy vampire and his human companion awoke. Elena removed her arms from Damon, but couldn't move. He was still on top of her. She ran her fingers through his hair, he purred in response. She giggled. She continued petting him counting the number of purrs.

She was lost looking at the ceiling when he broke the silence.

"Yes?"

"Hunger is becoming a problem."

He rolled off her. "I could make you something?"

Elena pouted. "I doubt there's anything in the kitchen."

The choices were delivery or going out. Not wanting to wait for delivery, Elena settled on getting out of bed.

Her body was in great shape. She was ready for anything. No soreness. No vampire bites. It was the wonders of vampire blood.

She locked the bathroom door to shower. He could get in if he wanted, but she needed to focus on cleaning up. She was starving.

Damon remained stretched out on her bed. His mind replayed the day's activities.

'I'm the king of the world!' summed up his thoughts.

A/N: I had to give guys another chapter. Fun times for Damon. D&E are dressed next time. Be Good & Review!