Love is what runs the world. At times, you may not be doing things for someone, but it could be for your love of something. Love brings pain, love brings joy, love brings sadness. For a 145 year old vampire, it had brought sudden hurt.
Yet Damon couldn't find it in himself to regret it. Meeting Elena Gilbert and falling in love with her was the best thing that ever happened to him. Even though he lost her to Stefan.
There were lot of downsides of course. Seeing her so in love with Stefan brought him pain he hadn't felt in decades. But he would not be selfish, he would endure the pain for the rest of his life if he had to, just for her. So, to have somewhat of a control over himself and have relief over his emotions, he let himself indulge in angry, desperate desires with other women.
Rose. He had really cared for her.
Rebekah. It had all been vicious anger, desires begging for a release, the tension in the atmosphere.
Sage. It was all taking advantage of each other.
But only she could bring him all that satisfaction that he needed. But he held back for her. He had to.
Elena was beautiful, just like her heart, he thought, as he pounded into a woman that was not her. How many times had he thought that now?
She was selfless, kind, gentle, protective, smart, amazing and she had the most gorgeous chocolate brown eyes he had ever seen. Katherine may have been her doppeldanger but she never held that inner beauty like Elena did.
When Elena loved, she loved fiercely and Damon had witnessed that in front of his eyes. Jeremy, Jenna, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie. How he longed for the same love directed at him in some way. No, he remembered chiding himself and as he had nipped at Rebekah's smooth skin, don't go down that train of thought.
"What might have taken the almighty Damon Salvatore's mind into the clouds that intensely?" Sage asked, an eyebrow arched incredulously as she stared at him with her hands on his chest.
"Fantasies of what I could do to you right now", Damon replied, pinning her to the wall.
