Hey y'all! 5 pages of pure smut. I'd say… Finally! Damon and Elena deserved this intimate moment.
And more stuff to come, at the end of the chapter. Cliffhanger, maybe? Read and see!
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I'm so waiting for your feedbacks guys. This chapter took a mental effort to me, literally! I can't wait to find out whatcha think about it!
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Heaven doesn't seem so unreachable
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She heaved heavily to store as much strength and power to kiss him as she could manage, cradled protectively under his broad chest.
Elena used deep breaths in order not to miss the unique scent that made her found home again. Just that, was enough to make her feel in heaven.
Damon brushed so slightly her rosy cheeks, admiring the way her skin was flawless and tender under his touch. He trailed a soft path of loving kisses along her jaw line , resting calmly on the corner of her lips.
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She took a deep sigh, and locked her slender fingers at the base of his head, in between his ebony strands of wavy hair.
"Look at me" he whispered the request, not even trying to deny the plead that fully coated his voice.
He needed to lose himself in those beautiful eyes again, he craved for that more than anything else in the moment.
Elena locked her gaze into the unbelievable fairness of his, chocking on her labored breaths for how stunning he looked, as if she were meeting him for the first time.
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"I hope the baby will look just like you. " she admitted, stroking in awe his face. "At least, I hope he'll have your eyes." A tender smile lit her lips up, warming in reflection his heart.
"I can't believe I have you" he let out, in surrender. "I can't believe you're carrying our son" his voice was the furthest thing to steady, and Elena noticed that.
She, in the first place, was the one who got teary eyes hearing him pronouncing those words.
"You do, Damon." She answered, readily. And she was glad she hadn't doubted him for even a second.
Elena was glad she had seen right through those thick walls he used to protect him with, ever since the first moment she'd met him.
"You've lived in misery for too long. It's time for you to be happy." She cupped her tiny yet confident hands around the perfect frame of his face, ensuring he was looking into her depths. "I'm yours. I could never be anyone else's. I've always meant to be with you. And I'm sorry if it took so long for me to figure it out."
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She nullified the short distance between their lips, but once she was about to kiss him, she stopped to whisper the most important thing ever. The thing she'd have never gotten used or bored to say.
"I love you, Damon Salvatore. That's the explanation."
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It was enough with words.
He had to love her in every possible way.
The kiss they threw themselves into was passionate, craved, urgent. They had been apart for too long.
Damon took his time to savor her mouth, dedicating a special attention to her belly, never crashing his whole weight on her.
Surely she didn't miss the way his attentive manners were being shown. That only made Elena wonder what a wonderful father he would be. What a lucky girl she was.
Maybe Damon was the gift her parents were sending her from above. A blessing.
And she didn't care anymore about all the pain she had to bear in the supernatural world, if that meant being with him. She would have done everything a hundred times again, but still would love him the same.
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He easily found his way to her sweater pants, sliding them down painfully slowly.
She shivered, due to the change of temperature of her already heated-up body.
"Are you cold?" he asked lowly in her ear, careful to her needs.
"I don't care" she replied, hurrying her trembling hands to unbutton his dark shirt.
He smirked his usual smirk, back on his old self mode, and that made every piece fit in the puzzle.
Nothing had changed between them. Even though everything else had mutated in the surroundings, they still were the ones they used to be before the storm.
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He backed off, still a grin traced on his lips, and stared. That was what made the air grow with needing smells around them, causing Damon's pride and ego to raise even more than in his average days.
"Well, I do" He grabbed the covers and threw it on them, while they occupied themselves by intertwining their bodies and trying to get all the piece of clothes off.
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When it came to his pants, Elena smirked satisfied. "Still no underwear?"
"Guess what? Less clothes, the better" he replied distraught, nibbling at the delicate skin of her neck.
She couldn't help but let a moan out, unconsciously getting him even harder.
Her eyes reflected darkness in his, full of urgent lust and desire.
But they didn't rush.
They took it slow, enjoying and savoring every instant they had been given.
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One of his hands went downwards, resting on her lower womb. Damon caressed it with tenderness, as his lips began a new wet path down to her neck.
When he reached her nipples , his tongue played along with the hardened skin , until he could feel her hips inch forward his lower body.
It was astonishing how sexy she could become at her unbeknown . The thought only drove him crazier, applying more pressure on her breasts, to the point Damon left small bites that still didn't pierce her skin.
"You can do it" she consented, her breathing uneven.
"Sh" he murmured, placing his index finger on her lips. Then , with his other hand, he wandered on her belly, silently explaining the reason why he wouldn't do that.
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With his hand still on the place, he lowered them so slowly to the point her breaths had calmed down.
His fingers slid slowly in her nether lips, enjoying the sensation of heat that her body emanated.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for one second.
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She profited of the momentary absence of his attention to drive her hands on his member, wrapping it tightly around it.
He hissed, taken aback, widening his eyes abruptly.
"God.." he murmured, as she worked her way up and down around it.
With her other hand, Elena didn't lose the contact of his face, caressing it and catching each drop of sweat that appeared more and more frequently with the enhancing ticking of seconds.
A short while later, his strong grip went to hold her busy hand, stopping Elena in the middle of the work.
"Today is mine." He explained, when she eyed him puzzled. "I'll please you in every possible way. Let me do the dirty work" a smirk crossed his lips, glad she didn't complain.
Of course, the fact that his fingers began to move into her helped. Quite a lot.
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"Damon" she breathed in, closing her eyes and moving her hips toward him.
He backed off a few inches, admiring the young woman before him losing herself in the total awe of pleasure.
Elena kept her mouth ajar, her eyebrows narrowed whenever he thrust one more of his fingers inside of her.
When Damon began to brush less tenderly her inner walls, that was when her moans began.
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He got completely hardened at the sight in front of him, driving his fourth finger inside of her core.
She grabbed the sheets in her fists, channeling whatever she tried to suppress inside of her.
"Don't hold back, Elena" he suggested, knowing she was one step from getting really vocal.
That simple sentence was enough for her to let out a scream of pleasure that drove her off the edge, rotating her hips along with his moves.
"Oh God,Damon."
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When she abandoned herself to the inevitable numbness , Damon profited of the moment of weakness to spread her placid legs apart.
She whistled in surprise, raising her head to give a quick glance in between them.
Elena saw the way his lips showed a witty smirk, his eyes shining with lust and preparation.
Taking in a deep sighs, she decided she'd have him have his way.
Her head was let free to fall uncaringly back on the pillow, as his tongue hesitated on purpose on her nether regions.
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One more moan was heard from her part, as Damon began to give the right treatment to the most sensitive spot down there.
When he began to work on it more swiftly, she took a tight hold of his hair, nearing his face to her core.
She squinted her eyes, murmuring nonsense curses and prompts.
"Yes, please" she spoke aloud, alerting him. "I'm so close, Damon. Hell."
And for the second time in a few minutes, one more orgasm brought her down the cliff of pleasure.
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His body was now hovering over hers, he was breathing heavily next to her ear.
One second and he was at the foot of the bed, his hands grabbing firmly the hold of her ankles.
Damon pulled at a supernatural speed Elena down to him, to the point that she had her legs hung loosed, the tips of her toes touching the floor.
He locked gazes with her.
She seemed disoriented and taken aback from his gestures.
"Turn" his authoritarian voice commanded, as she obeyed soon after.
That action of submission got both of them really aroused. He knew she wasn't objecting on her will, but still he enjoyed being powerful.
Damon grabbed tightly her ass, squeezing it in his palms as she moaned.
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Elena placed her hands on the bed, steadying her feet to the ground and raising her hips so that he could have a full access to her core.
That position was something new to her. And it was the reason why she wasn't complaining about doing something else. Even if she was a little afraid, she trusted him.
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Damon swore to himself he was about to explode. He couldn't take no more.
And because of that, his long member was pushed hardly inside of her.
Elena screamed, and he stopped dead in his tracks, widening his eyes.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, fearing he'd been too harsh .
"Fuck me, already!" she spat, finding it hard to talk and prove him wrong. "You didn't, Damon." She managed to say then, more tenderly.
He enjoyed the way she liked it rough.
And smile lit up, while he murmured. "God, I've missed this"
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His length was thrust harder inside of her with every growing moan that she left.
A few minutes later, it was a sure thing people living in the nearer blocks of the Boarding House had heard and deduced what was going on at the Salvatore's.
He moaned along with her, at her suggestions of "screwing her harder".
Their sweaty fleshes accompanied the noises and smells of sex that invaded the room.
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Her eyes were glassy, her mind was blank just as much as numbness crossed his thoughts.
They could feel nothing else but the pleasure that the connection of their bodies gifted them.
And the moment they reached their climax, heaven didn't seem so unreachable.
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Boarding House - Some hours later
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"Will you pass me the soap?" she asked him, disoriented in the huge wall shower.
Elena looked around, realizing it was as big as half of her biggest bathroom.
He smirked, satisfied for both her appreciation and the occurring event. Like if he hadn't had enough of cuddling and touching her.
He turned to the bowl of soap bar on the counter and headed back to her at vampire speed, while she just enjoyed staying under the copious splashes of warm water with a relaxed expression, her eyes closed.
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The strands of dark hair framed her face, becoming one thing with her skin, which seemed to stand out even more. Her features were glowing under the dim morning light filtering from the window right above the shower, and the effect of the tiniest drops of water living and moving on her flawless flesh added that touch of perfection that he was certain there was nowhere else to be found.
None other women could be compared to the beauty that for him, Elena was.
And the picture in front of him was so unreal, that it made Damon even more aware of the fact that she could never belong to a common, superficial world . But to something major. Impossible to conquer, impossible to reach.
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"Hey" she finally opened her eyes, her smile reaching quickly her eyes, which became like the one of a young kid. "Will you stay here contemplating your shower any longer?"
An embarrassed and soft giggle echoed in the endless space of the service room.
He shook his head, gaining back what was a reflection of her expression. "Sorry. Still gotta get used to it."
Damon blurred right next to Elena, as she tilted her face to the side, studying his visage .
"Of me, showering?" another giggle from her. "I can bet you've tried to spy on me ever since the first times we met."
He faked hurt, placing his hands crossed on the spot of his frozen heart.
"Me? So lame?" his voice was the exact opposite of the words that were spoken.
Elena let out a short laugh, trying to contain herself and look at least annoyed. "Sure. I knew you'd tried that"
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He suddenly grabbed her by her upper arms, abruptly turning her to the point her lower back was stroking his length.
She held back a whistle, taken visibly aback.
"I've never, ever spied on you." Was his cool and promising murmur in her ear, which gained a long shiver throughout her entire body. "You were not mine. You didn't wanna be"
That short sentence made Elena's heart stumble in her chest, realizing the guilt of his sufferance would have never gone away.
"Damon…" she pleaded, in a complete different tone of the last time she'd spoken.
"What I mean is." He stopped, running one hand down to her delicate and slippery womb. Then Damon trailed a hot path of kisses down to her jaw line. That provoked another suppressed whistle from her part.
"That it'd have been masochistic and wrong of me. I could have never gotten the chance of doing this…"
And with that said, came the accompanying gesture to slid his right hand lower and lower. Until he reached her most intimate part.
"Or this" he kissed the spot right behind the heat of her left ear, gaining a shivering that could be compared to coldness.
"Please" she whispered, turning around suddenly and launching herself into an eager kiss.
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When the making out session was over, he finally began to brush her to remove all the smells of himself on her. Even if –truth being said- he'd have preferred them to stick on her skin.
She was brushing herself with a sponge, lightly on her womb, when he heard her snort.
"That was for…?" he let it hung , raising an eyebrow.
"I'm getting fat. And it's only been two weeks. I just wish I didn't have those cravings. Not just right during my…" Elena lowered her face, escaping his gaze. "My recover."
Damon suppressed a sigh. He knew the physical image issues were still populating the meanders of her darkest corners of the mind. She just hadn't had the time to process everything, after the sending back to 1864 and the kidnapping of Esther.
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"Listen to me" he stopped her hands from wandering on her belly, to then lock their gazes."Do you trust me?" he demanded like if it was the most important question of the world.
As blue melt with brown, she found herself nodding, trying to swallow back the growing lump in her throat.
"This." He eyed the spot where their flesh met. She followed his glance, and when they locked their depths again, Damon firmly spoke. "This is not fat."
She held back what she felt were tears threatening to come up.
"You're pregnant, Elena. It's our child inside there."
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And as his words came flowing out, he realized.
Elena hadn't been eating more than she normally would. At it had only been two weeks, after all.
Then… Why were his fingers now touching the closest thing to a belly bump?
Freezing deadly in his tracks, Damon widened his eyes and knew it wasn't over.