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This chapter is for Ferrydenpurple and SwanQueen4055 as well, hope you two enjoy. Lemons!
Damon's POV
While she was in the bathroom getting ready, which he was pointedly not going to think about since it involved being naked and he already had a case of blue balls, he decided to pour himself a glass of the blood that he had retrieved from the wine store. Upon opening the crate he discovered a printed off and folded letter, along with a card, five wine-shaped bottles of blood, and a bottle of bourbon. When he read the letter he had to chuckle, since it was obviously from Victoria.
Uncle,
Please enjoy yourself this weekend with your bond-mate.
Do not worry about that fool of a brother.
Necessity has complete control of the house, including him.
Careful of the hunter's blood, it packs a punch.
Relay my greetings to Elena.
And my thanks to fifth line if you see them again.
Enjoy.
PS.
Do tell your bond-mate to relax.
I will insure nothing occurs towards her family while you are not there to deal with it.
I cannot promise her uncle will be in one mental piece however.
Smiling, he set the letter down, and then opened the card up. The card was simple, on the outside, white with silver and gold edging. On the inside it merely stated: Felicitations on your bonding, may your time be forever in their embrace. He gave a small shake of his head, Victoria apparently had said something to them, if he was to go by what was in the letter then it was likely to be a long and mostly good relationship. After the way things had went with Katherine that would be greatly appreciated.
Setting the card down next to the crate, he pulled a bottle out and poured some into a glass. Taking a sip, he realized immediately what she meant by it packed a punch. It was like drinking raw power from a witch during casting, he would definitely have to be careful with it because that could be unsafe. Shaking his head, he finishes his glass but does not pour a second. Instead he puts the bottle back into the crate.
Once that is done he changes into a pair of black slacks, a light gray button down shirt, and a black dinner jacket. Sitting on the edge of the bed he waits for her, knowing that she should not be much longer based on the sounds he hears currently. When she steps out of the bathroom with her new gown and accessories on, he speechless for a moment, she is stunning. Standing, he walks over to where she is standing and tilts his head down to kiss her, when he is done he murmurs, "You're stunning," into her ear, before straightening up, offering his arm, and inquiring semi-formally, "May I escort you to dinner?"
Smiling at him, she accepts his arm and he leads her out of the room and hotel to the car. At the car, he holds the door for her before getting in. The two of them drive for a few minutes before he is pulling in front of a beautiful restaurant, where again he politely opens the door for her. Glancing at the valet he compels him to be extra careful with the car before he walks her inside. In the waiting area he tells the host "Salvatore" and waits patiently to be showed to their seat. Once at their seat he smiles at her, murmuring "I hope you enjoy," so only she can hear.
Nodding once, she glances around taking everything about the beautiful setting in. They are in the main dining area, seated at a booth by the windows overlooking a reflection pond and garden. Through one set of doors she could see a bar, while through a different set an area for dancing. The décor seemed to be all wood, with hardwoods for the primary pieces and softwoods for the accent tones. "It's beautiful, thank you."
As the waiter took their order, he flashed another smile at her, "The shrimp platter is good," he tells her, commenting on the meal she had ordered. He had ordered a gumbo himself, along with white wine for both of them, though the waiter did not ask for ID. As they wait for their dinner, he asks, "so what do you think of New Orleans so far?" as he sips at his glass of wine.
Taking a small sip of her wine, she replies, "I love it, the hotel is amazing, and it has been a blast just hanging out, window shopping, and spending time together." She blushes as she looks down at the table for a moment before looking back up and continuing, "I think I was being goofy taking so long to realize what was in front of me, but then I think I was also in denial, I'm so happy I came out of that before we got here so we can enjoy it even more."
His lips curve into that smirk that drives her nuts. "Really? You being goofy? Please." He rolls his eyes, giving a small chuckle. "Its half your appeal I am sure."
She giggles a little, and the conversation changes to if there is anywhere she wants to revisit. She grins, and then lists off some of the stores they had bypassed. It is decided that they will check them out the following day if there is time. Not long after wards dinner is brought out and their wine glasses are refreshed. As they eat, dinner conversation turns towards the future and what she wishes to do with herself. She tells him about wanting to study medicine like her dad had, but that she is not sure if she still wants that because when she originally came up with the idea she was doing it with him, now that he's gone she's not sure if it is really her. She also tells him about the wanting to study writing and journalism, because she loves to write as he might have noticed with the diary. She inquires if he has any goals and he just gives her a wicked grin that causes her entire body to heat up in lust if the arousal he can smell is anything to go by.
When dinner is done, he asks if she wants any desert and she just shakes her head no. Leaving a hundred dollar bill on the table, he offers his arm which she accepts and they head into the dancing area. The first song that comes on when they enter the dance room is a slow song. Smiling, he pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her as they sway to the music. Her head rests against his chest, just above his heart, the perfect spot for him to rest his head against the top of her head. As the song finishes the come to a stop on the dance floor, she tilts her head up to look at him. He smiles a softly before capturing her lips with hers to give her a deep kiss.
She's almost breathless when the kiss ends, and he merely smirks at her as the next song starts and he gets her dancing again. Between every dance no matter what type of song it is, they pause for a moment to kiss. Several times over the next several hours they stop for a drink before going back to dancing. By the time he asks if she is ready to go, she is almost mindless with desire. The smell of her arousal is driving him to distraction, but he is not done with his plans yet. Grinning, he pays for the drinks before escorting her out of the restaurant and dancing bar.
After having his car brought around, he opens the door for her, allowing her to get comfortable before getting into his side and taking off. Returning to the hotel, he parks and escorts her back up to the room. Upon getting into the room he catches her wrist and spins her towards him, kissing her soundly. His lips move against hers in a deep kiss, as his tongue flickers out and brushes against hers causing her to gasp. Pulling her against him, he can smell her arousal as she moves against him.
Stopping and resting his head against hers he listens to her heavy breathing with a smile. "What do you want Elena?" he murmurs in her ear as his tongue flicks out to trace the shell of her ear.
She moans, "Damon," she whispers, "please."
Smirking, he kisses the side of her neck as she allows her head to fall to the side. Against her neck, he inquires, "Tell me Elena, what do you want?" teasing her, he continues to kiss her neck, nipping and licking along the arch of her throat.
Her moans continue to stir his arousal but he is determined that she will say it before it goes much farther. There will be no mistaking intent in this later, not that he actually expects her to. Not after her announcement on the porch. Still smirking as he continues to hold her close and use his mouth to tease her, he waits as patiently as he can for her to make up her mind. He refuses to push her any further than she wanted to go.
Eventually she murmurs, "Please, Damon, take me to bed."
Grinning triumphantly, he carefully pushes the first strap of her dress down her arm, kissing her shoulder as he moves it out of his way. Brushing his fingers across her collar bone, he pushes the other strap down as well so her dress is only hanging on her by the top. Moving to stand behind her, he slowly unzips the dress top, allowing it to slide down to the ground. As the dress falls, his nimble fingers explore all the skin that is exposed. Full of passion, she turns seeking to kiss him some more.
Muttering under her breath, "you are far over dressed here."
He chuckles, unbuttoning, removing his evening jacket, and tossing it over the chair. Her slender fingers shakily unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his pants though she seems to be having a hard time doing so since her hands are shaking and he keeps distracting her by running his hands over her body. When his hands reach her breasts, he takes the time to gently lift each one, giving it a soft squeeze before brushing his finger over each nipple in turn, playing with it until Elena was gasping in need. Eventually, he takes pity on her and removes his shirt and unbuttons his pants but leaves them on so far. Her fingers start exploring his body as he carefully backs them to the bed. Sitting down he pulls her between his legs, pulling her head down and kissing her again on the lips.
Groaning, she pushes him backwards as she trips on her heels and lands on top of him, the kissing never stops. Smiling against her lips, he rolls, so she is now the one on the bottom, the look she sends him is full of need and a moment later he is as naked as her, and he managed to take both of their shoes off too.
"You're gorgeous," he informs her as he kisses, licks, and nips his way down her body. Making sure to stop at each breast and give them special attention as well, while making sure to pay attention to what seems to please her. Continuing on his way, he skims her stomach, his tongue dancing around her belly button before moving on. When he gets to the junction of her thighs, she is making adorable mewling sounds, her body moving trying to relieve some of the pressure building inside her.
"Damon?" her voice is breath yet questioning as he pushes her legs a little wider and ducks his head down, running the tip of his talented tongue down her opening. "Damon!" the second time there is no question about it just pure pleasure which makes his male ego feel so much better because judging by her reaction no-one has done this with her before. Grinning he gets to work, enjoying every minute of it, though he has to hold her legs to keep her from kicking too hard as he brings her higher and higher, eventually he hits the spot that makes her scream, hips bucking as she cums all over his face.
Smiling he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth off before snaking up her body quickly and capturing her lips in another kiss. This time when she groans its as she feels his heavy erection pressing into her, nudging her entrance. He breaks off kissing her to watch her expression as he slides in for the first time, internally rejoicing that he's the one who got the girl and is making her happy. When he is fully seated within her, he smiles at her moving his hips just a little to see what she'll do.
Moaning, she pushes back, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist in an attempt to get him to move, and move he does, slow and easy taking the time to enjoy the feel of her sheath around him because otherwise it would be over before it began. By the time he has her built back up and ready to cum again, he changes his thrusting just a little, and they are both off. Her screaming his name, while he groans hers. Spent for the moment, he shifts to her side, holding her as she catches her breath.
"Enjoy?" he inquires, already knowing the answer but wanting to know what she thought.
Glancing at his face she smiles sleepily, "yep, that was a-maz-ing, simply amazing. Can we do that again when we wake up?" she mumbles as she drifts off.
He smiles softly, gentle disentangling himself from her for a moment to grab a moist washrag and gently clean her up, while he doesn't mind the smell, he is sure she will mind the stickiness when she wakes up. Afterwards, he tucks her in and climbs in next to her, shutting off the lights. Tonight has been awesome. It had turned out far better than he was hoping for. Come morning he would know if she had any regrets but he doubted that she would. The last thing he thought before joining her in oblivion is, I could get used to having her with me always.
Hi folks! Sorry it took so long, I have never written a sex scene like this before and wanted to do it justice. So whats everyone think so far? Reviews are loved.
