Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
I apologize now for the monster length this chapter became. I never intended to write this scene, but it came to me in a dream, Damon was naked, I loved it. ;)
On a more serious note, it did get a little out of hand, hope you like it.
Warning for smut, bad language and content of the vampire nature..
Dear Diary
Okay, so I'm officially worried and confused. A lot of stuff has happened since my last diary entry, and yes, I've had another dream, but I'll get onto that later. For now I need to get my thoughts and feelings down, because right now my head is all over the place when it comes to Damon. So I'll start from my last entry.
I think Stefan thinks something is going on between me and Damon. I have no idea why, the only thing I can think of is him realizing I was running into Damon's arms when he and Damon rescued me from Rose. The only other option is that he's been reading this diary. I hope not.
I better explain how I know Stefan thinks something is going on between Damon and I. When I went to talk to Katherine, Caroline spent the day keeping him busy. Later Caroline asked me if I was cheating on Stefan with Damon because Stefan thought I was 'with Damon', and from what Caroline said, Stefan didn't mean it in the context of being on some mission with Damon. He implied he thought I may have voluntarily 'run off ' with Damon. This is a new development, I mean how many knock backs do I have to give Damon for Stefan to trust me? Damon has been flirting with me for months and I haven't done anything about it. So why would Stefan think I would now? And why would he say something to Caroline and not me? I'm guessing he's said something to Damon because Damon has backed off. Maybe Stefan did realize I was running down the stairs to Damon after all.
Yesterday I went to Richmond to try to get Klaus's attention. Rose called Damon who came to 'rescue me'. I got really angry with him and tried to hit him, but he stopped me, we just stood there and every bone in my body told me to kiss him, and I think he knew. Then when we got back, we found out Stefan was stuck in the tomb with Katherine. I blamed Damon, he pinned me up against the wall of the tomb to stop me from running inside to Stefan, so I started hitting him because I could feel his body up against mine, and I know it's wrong to think this, but it felt so good. To make matters worse, he wouldn't let go, it's like he knew I liked it, and he just pressed harder so I just kept hitting him. It's like we were both getting turned on by fighting with each other. And yes, he was slightly turned on by it, I felt his physical reaction, and he knows I felt it.
I don't know why he's having this effect on me lately. Being around him is getting so hard. I either want to hit him or kiss him, I just get so frustrated!
Yet again I had one of those strange dreams about Damon (which is why I'm writing it down in this diary). This time is was slightly different though, the trigger was different.
Last night after we'd been to the tomb to see Stefan Damon took me home. When I got home I was talking to Jeremy about him being bitten by Katherine. In my dream Damon took me back to the boarding house instead of home and well... Wow, a conversation with Jeremy caused me to have an erotic dream about Damon. Does every little thing have to remind me of him? This all sounds like a schoolgirl crush, but I know he feels the same.
I know this is all rushed and confusing, but Bonnie will be here any minute. I wonder how Damon plans to stop me from seeing Stefan.
No doubt there will be another diary entry soon, because these dreams about Damon are becoming more frequent.
E
The previous night's dream...
Elena was lost in her own little world, not taking in her surroundings as the trees and fields flew past her. In between storming out of the tomb and Damon driving back to Mystic Falls, neither of them had spoken to each other while sat in the car. Elena was pissed off with Damon for coming to rescue her and because of him, Stefan was now stuck in a tomb with none other than Katherine, who was bound to try and get her claws into him. Due to her lack of observation of her surroundings, Elena hadn't noticed the direction they'd been heading, so she was jolted out of her reverie as Damon suddenly turned the car into the drive of the boarding house, pulling up outside the garage and turning the engine off. Damon got out of the car while Elena just sat their in a huff.
"Get out of the car Elena." Damon said wearily after opening the passenger door and waited for her to get out.
"Why are we here Damon? I thought you were taking me home." Elena snapped.
"Stefan told me to keep you away from the tomb, and right now I don't trust you to do that." Damon explained. "So I thought I'd keep an eye on you here until I can find a more suitable solution." he added, his voice sounding unexpectedly irritated with her as she got out of the car and slammed the door shut, prompting her to receive a dirty look from Damon and giving Elena a small sense of satisfaction knowing she'd managed to wind him up by being aggressive with his precious car.
Damon locked the car and set off towards the house, Elena followed him until they were at the front door. "So what are you going to do then? Lock me in the dungeon?" she asked, folding her arms indignantly.
"It's a worst case scenario option." Damon said nodding thoughtfully, although Elena knew he was only joking. "But I'm hoping you'll be sensible and spend the night in Stefan's room." he added, his voice suddenly softening as the entered the parlor and Damon made his way straight for the wet bar.
"But why?" Elena queried as she sat down on one of the couches in front of the unlit fireplace.
"Because if you go back to the tomb, Katherine will want to make a happy meal out of you, and if she does, there's nothing Stefan, or I can do about it." Damon told her. "And if Stefan starts to get hungry, well..." he trailed off, his eyes falling to the floor.
"Stefan would never hurt me!" Elena told him, sticking her chin in the air.
"Don't underestimate a vampire's need for blood." Damon warned her. "Instinct will overtake emotions, and Stefan doesn't have the self-control to be around human blood to be able to stop, even with you." he said in such a dangerous way she felt shivers running down her spine.
Deep down Elena knew Damon was right, Stefan had been a different person on human blood. On one occasion he'd almost been violent with her, although she was convinced he was just trying to protect her from himself and deep down would never have physically hurt her. However, the problem she had with sleeping in Stefan's bedroom was although it was cozy while he was in it, sleeping in that big bed all alone wasn't particularly appetizing. There was also the double worry of Elijah being around and not knowing what he was up to, which left her feeling unprotected. The boarding house was not the safest place to stay when it came to being a human who needed protection from rogue vampires and sleeping alone.
"Well I'm not staying in Stefan's room. It's creepy without him in it." Elena said as she watched Damon pour himself a glass of bourbon and drank it all down in one before pouring himself another.
"Fine, sleep in one of the other rooms." he said, waving the glass around. "There's plenty to choose from." Damon shrugged as Elena realized she hadn't got her point across. She wanted to feel safe, and although Damon was probably the most ruthless and dangerous vampire she knew, with her, he was different and she could trust him to protect her. Even more so than Stefan in a strange way. Ever since he'd saved her from Rose, being around Damon had suddenly made her feel safe and secure in a manner she couldn't quite comprehend. In her eyes, there was only one solution to her feeling protected in the creepy old house.
"Okay, I'll stay in your room with you!" Elena insisted.
"What? Why?" Damon asked, clearly taken aback by Elena's bold suggestion.
"Because, any vampire can get into this house, Elijah included." Elena told him as Damon took in a deep breath and sighed, making her wonder if Damon hadn't taken this issue into consideration. "And you're the strongest vampire I trust to protect me, and there's no way you'd get to Stefan's room, or any other room for that matter, in time if someone tries to take me." she added, knowing her assault on Damon's protective nature over her would win out.
"I guess." Damon closed his eyes in defeat, he had no argument against her reasoning.
"Good, so I can sleep with you." Elena smiled smugly.
Damon sighed. "Do you have anything to wear?" he asked. "Not that I would be against sharing a bed with you naked..." he winked suggestively.
"No funny business." Elena replied. "But no I haven't." she said sheepishly, realizing there was a slight flaw in her plan.
Damon rolled his. "You can wear something of mine." he offered, before opening a drawer and removing what looked like a bunch of keys from it. He walked over to the windows and began to the lock them, something Elena had never seen Damon do before.
"What are you doing?" Elena frowned.
"Making sure you can't escape while I go shower." Damon grinned smugly while he continued to work his way around the windows and to the front door. When he'd eventually finished he put the keys in his pocket and stood at the entrance to the parlor. "Come on, I'll find you something to wear. You can shower and change in one of the other rooms." he told her, setting off upstairs to his bedroom as Elena followed him.
Elena realized she'd never been in Damon's room before and was curious to know what it was like. Vision's of it being decorated in black popped into her mind as they walked down the hall towards a part of the house she'd never explored before. Damon opened the door and she followed him inside and was quite surprised at what she saw as she began to look around and take in her surroundings with interest.
The walls were the same wood paneling in keeping with the rest of the house. The floor was also wooden, however it was partially covered by a Persian rug, of the type which Damon seemed to be fond of. There was a large fireplace, which matched the style of the rest of the fireplaces in the house. The huge leaded windows were the same as what were downstairs, these however, were partially hidden by heavy red and gold drapes. Standing next to the window was an over-sized, wooden framed full length mirror. The only thing adorning the walls was a large flat screen TV which surprised Elena as she'd never thought Damon would be the type to watch television. The largest wooden four poster bed she'd ever seen dominated the room with red and gold bedding bearing the same pattern as the drapes. She noticed a large dresser in the corner of the room housing an iPod docking station, which was next to a door leading to the room Damon had just entered, him having switched the light on from the inside. From where she was stood she could tell it was his closet as she could see his assortment of dark jackets hanging from a rail. As she continued to look around, Elena noticed a set of wide open double doors, leading to a bathroom which was almost as large as his bedroom. The bathroom was beautifully decorated in dark tiles with a large white bath, and a clear glass fronted shower, big enough to house the entire Mystic Falls High cheerleading team. The lighting in the bedroom was warm and soft, giving it and almost romantic vibe. Overall the room was minimalist in design yet slightly ornate in style, matching Damon's personality perfectly.
"Here." Damon called out emerging from the closet with a number of items of unsurprisingly black clothing, as he walked over to his dresser and pulling out some boxer briefs from the top drawer, before handing them to her along with a black t-shirt. "Will that be okay?" he asked as Elena nodded, noticing he still had some clothes in his hands. "For me. I usually sleep naked." he grinned, causing Elena to blush. "There's a bedroom next door with a bathroom, you can shower and change in there if you want." he added.
"Thanks." Elena smiled as she turned to leave, but not before noticing Damon walking into the bathroom and removing his top. Deciding it would be best if she didn't see what was underneath, she scurried out of the room to try to find the spare bedroom Damon had been talking about.
Elena quickly located the room next to Damon's which was surprisingly bright and airy. The dark paneling had been painted an off white, an almost stone color with pale blue and white bedding. The effect was clean and more feminine than the rest of the house. The bathroom was tiled brilliant white with a good sized shower, (although nothing compared to the monster Damon had) however there was no bath and the room felt almost sterile in comparison to Damon's luxurious counterpart.
Stepping into the shower, Elena stood under the faucet, allowing it to wash the day away. She was still slightly worried what Stefan and Katherine were up to, and although she trusted Stefan, Katherine was an entirely different story. Her problems however, were a little closer to home as she was more concerned whether she could trust herself around Damon and was beginning to almost regret her suggestion of sleeping with him in his bed.
Of late, Elena's feelings towards Damon had changed considerably. Only just over a month ago she hated him for snapping Jeremy's neck, however after his plan to keep Caroline's mom alive she'd mellowed towards him, and their friendship was almost back to it's old status prior to the Jeremy incident. Although, of late things had changed somewhat since he and Stefan had rescued her from Rose, and she saw Damon waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Right in that moment, her tummy had flipped at the sight of him. For some reason Elena hadn't managed to shake that feeling and every time she saw him it only got worse. The situation was getting so bad that when Damon came to rescue her from Slater's apartment earlier in the day, she'd tried to slap him because it was either that or kiss him. Even trying to slap him hadn't helped, instead it had just turned her on even more. For some reason, Damon had the ability to get her worked up both mentally and sexually, just by arguing with her. And now she was about to voluntarily walk into the lions den, and she wasn't sure she could trust her own self control to be around him.
Elena dried off, brushed her teeth and changed into Damon's t-shirt and boxer briefs, but keeping her own lacy red panties on underneath, before heading back to Damon's room, where he was folding towels and putting them into a laundry basket. He was already changed into a black t-shirt and black sweat pants, his hair was still a little damp from the shower making it look even darker than usual, and making him look even sexier.
"You can sleep on that side of the bed." Damon told her pointing to the side closest to the window.
"That's fine, it's the side I normally sleep on." Elena replied as she walked round and pulled back the comforter before settling down into the most sumptuous mattress she'd ever known and facing the window.
Damon got in on his side of the bed. "Goodnight Elena." he said quietly as he turned the lights out.
"Goodnight Damon." Elena whispered back, closing her eyes, as she tried to go to sleep.
The problem with sleeping next to Damon Salvatore was that it was impossible. Even with the lights off and her back to him, his sex appeal seemed to ooze out of every pore of his body. His smell engulfed her senses, from the t-shirt she'd borrowed to the sheets on his bed and to the vampire himself lying only a few feet away from her. Elena could hear him breathing softly, and while they lay as far away from each other as possible, Elena wanted nothing more than bury her head into his chest whilst he wrapped his arms around her. That thought was keeping her awake, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake it, thus sleep was no longer an option.
"What's wrong Elena? Your brain is keeping me awake." Damon complained as she heard the bed move, suggesting he'd turned to face her.
"I can't sleep." Elena sighed as she turned over, enough light peering in through the curtains to confirm her suspicion regarding him turning over as she could just make out the features of his face.
"Why not?" Damon asked lifting his head from his pillow and resting it on his hand.
"I'm still pissed at you." Elena lied, knowing she needed to be careful, her vision might be impaired by the light, but Damon would be able to see her as clear as if in daylight.
"Why? All I've done is save your ass and do exactly what Stefan asked me to." Damon demanded as he sat up and turned the light on before turning to face Elena once more.
"He did not ask you to keep me a prisoner." Elena argued back as she sat up legs crossed, to face him.
"Yeah well, the lengths I have to go to, to save you from yourself are having to become more extreme now that you are on a suicide mission." Damon huffed.
"I am not on a suicide mission." Elena said through gritted teeth.
"So what was today all about? Huh?" Damon asked, waving his arms in the air. "Letting Klaus know you exist, you don't call that a suicide mission?" he cried out.
"I'm trying to keep you and Stefan alive." Elena pointed at Damon.
"Newsflash Elena, Stefan and I are already dead." Damon growled, his eyes blazing.
"You don't seem dead to me!" Elena yelled back, folding her arms as she realized she wasn't wearing a bra which left her feeling a little exposed.
"Do you know any living person who have these?" Damon asked as veins appeared around his eyes which had turned red, but most importantly to Elena, his fangs grew.
Elena knew he was trying to make a point, however he'd made the wrong one. Instead of being angry with him for showing her his vampire face, her irritation suddenly disappeared and was replaced with fascination. The only occasion where Damon had revealed his vampire face in her presence had been when he'd attacked Bonnie, but even then she hadn't seen him, as it had been dark and Damon had had his back turned to her at the time. Elena was taken aback by how evil and beautiful he looked all at once, every instinct inside of her wanted to touch his face, especially his teeth, something she knew she could never do with Stefan.
"Wow, I've never really seen your vampire face before." Elena said quietly as she edged towards Damon. "Can I touch them." she asked pointing at his teeth.
"They're as sharp as razor blades, you'll cut yourself." Damon warned her.
"Please?" Elena begged.
Damon sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you." he told her as he opened his mouth wide enough for her to touch them.
Elena ran her finger along the edge of the tooth before realizing it had cut her finger open. "Ouch." she whimpered.
Damon's features quickly returned to normal, a sign of his amazing self control around human blood. "Told you." he sighed. "I'll get something to fix it." he told her as he turned to get out of bed.
"No!" Elena said grabbing his arm and stopping him as she held out her finger, which was now covered in blood, to him. "It's okay. I trust you." she smiled to a surprised looking Damon.
Damon gently took her finger in his hand, and placed it into his mouth, all the while his blue eyes never leaving hers as he began to suck on the bloodied digit. Immediately the pain disappeared and was replaced by something entirely different, now it was a dull throb of desire between her legs. Elena felt Damon swirl his tongue seductively around her finger, while he closed his eyes and moaned, allowing her to feel the vibrations, sending electric currents running down her arm and throughout her body. Elena closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure, a feeling she never wanted to end.
"Elena?" Damon whispered curiously after he took her finger out of his mouth, causing Elena to open her eyes in surprise and dismay at the sudden loss of contact.
"That felt...really good." Elena frowned. "Is that normal?" she asked as she looked up at him.
"For some humans yes. I used to enjoy it." Damon shrugged. "But most don't." he added shaking his head.
"Why?" Elena asked.
"I think it's because you trust me not to hurt you. It allows you to relax and truly experience it." Damon told her. "If you tense up, even slightly, it could hurt. When you relax and give into it, it can feel good for a human." he smiled.
"Why is that?" Elena asked, stroking the part of her finger Damon had been sucking on.
"I'm not entirely sure." Damon frowned. "I was once told the greater the connection between the human and the vampire, the better it can be." he said.
"Oh so you've only heard about why it's better?" Elena raised an eyebrow.
"I never really cared about a human since I became a vampire Elena, so I don't know if it's true." Damon admitted. "I only experienced it as a human...with Katherine." for a fleeting moment Damon's face took on a far away expression before returning back to concentrate on their conversation.
"And what was it like, for you as a human?" Elena asked.
Damon narrowed his eyes for a moment. "It made me feel...lightheaded." he said thoughtfully. "But when she fed me her blood, I'd get a buzz from it, then it would make me feel sleepy." he added, a smile creeping around his mouth.
"So it didn't hurt?" Elena asked, narrowing her eyes.
"No Elena, it didn't hurt." Damon shook his head with a small smile.
"It gave me a headache when you fed me your blood." Elena told him.
"That's because I forced you. It's different when you want to drink vampire blood." Damon explained. "Feeding and blood sharing is not the same thing. There are ways to make sure biting doesn't hurt too." he told her. "But I didn't use any of those methods on you just now." he frowned. "It probably felt good because I didn't bite you."
"I want to know what it's like." Elena whispered. "To be bitten." she added, lowering her eyes.
"No you don't Elena!" Damon told her. "And you can never tell Stefan about this conversation." he warned her, trying to end the subject. "This is not something you can do with him. He doesn't have the self control."
"I know that. But you do." Elena smiled at him hopefully.
"I really don't think that's a good idea." Damon eyed her wearily.
"Why not?" Elena asked.
"Because you're Stefan's girlfriend." Damon replied tersely.
"What's that got to do with it?" Elena frowned.
Damon shook his head. "He wouldn't like it if he found out." he told her.
"Stefan doesn't need to know does he?" Elena asked, pleading with her most innocent look. "He's in the tomb right now, I'm not going to tell him." she smiled coyly.
"What if it's sexual?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly trying to put her off.
"Did you find it sexual with Katherine?" Elena replied.
"Not really." Damon admitted.
"And did she show any indication it was sexual on her part?" Elena asked.
"At the time I thought so." Damon frowned. "But now I have no idea, she was probably just using me." he said sadly.
"If it gets hot and heavy for me, I can always tell you to stop." Elena told him confidently.
"Why are you so intent on doing this?" Damon asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
"You said it made you sleepy, it might... help me sleep." Elena lied, knowing full well she just wanted to know if Damon drinking her blood after he'd bitten her, would feel as good as when he was sucking her finger.
"Um...I don't know about this." Damon said hesitantly.
"Please." Elena begged, her lips forming a pout.
Damon sighed. "Just don't tell Stefan okay?" he told her, holding his hands up in defeat.
"I won't, I promise." Elena grinned.
"I can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this." Damon shook his head in disbelief. "Turn around." he said as Elena turned to face the window.
"Why am I facing away from you?" she asked.
"Trust me Elena, it's for the best." Damon told her. "I'm trying to make sure things don't get 'too hot and heavy'." he said.
"Oh." Elena said, slightly surprised. "You think it's possible?"
"With you, anything is possible." Damon sighed. "Right so here's what we're going to do. I'm going to bite my wrist and then I'll bite your neck. As soon as I do, you need to start drinking the blood from my wrist." he explained. "But you might need to bite it to keep the wound open."
"Won't that hurt?" Elena asked.
"I'm a vampire Elena, of course it won't hurt." Damon chuckled. "If you suck hard enough the wound should stay open. It's only if it starts to close, will you need bite it." he explained.
"Okay." Elena replied nervously.
"Are you really sure you want to do this?" Damon asked. "If you're even slightly hesitant it could hurt, no matter how gentle I am with you." he explained.
"I'm positive." Elena told him sounding more confident. "I'm really intrigued to know what it feels like." she said enthusiastically.
"Just try not to spill blood on the sheets." Damon warned her.
"Now that is what I am afraid of." Elena laughed.
"Can we just get this over and done with?" Damon asked, his voice sounding tired.
"I'm ready." Elena replied as Damon tucked her hair around one shoulder of exposing her neck, before gently running his finger up and down her jugular.
"This is the exact spot where I'll bite you." he whispered into Elena's ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Do it!" Elena said softly, as Damon move in behind her so she was sat between his legs.
"Remember to let me drink first." Damon reminded her as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Just to keep you steady." he explained.
"I know." Elena whispered as suddenly Damon's wrist appeared in front of her with puncture wounds where blood was beginning to pool around the two holes.
Elena felt Damon's breath on her neck and before she had time to register another thought, she felt pinpricks enter at the exact location Damon had warned her about. The initial sensation was slightly painful, but only for a moment as Damon removed his fangs and began to gently suck on her blood. His tongue sensually lapping around the wound sent heat pooling to the pit of her stomach. Elena moaned involuntarily before taking Damon's wrist into her mouth as she began to mimic his actions.
The taste was nothing like she expected. It wasn't the coppery flavor she'd last experienced when he'd forced her to drink his blood, instead this time the taste was of Damon himself. It was fresh, clean, warm and sweet, yet slightly musky with a hint of bourbon. Absently Elena wondered if there was enough alcohol in his body to make her feel her drunk, although that thought soon disappeared as the effects of Damon drinking her blood and her drinking his began to take over.
At first Elena had begun to feel a little lightheaded, just as Damon had warned her, but simultaneously she was feeling the buzz of his blood, which not only made everything clearer, but was causing her to have a sexual response to the experience. This was what Damon had been trying to protect her from, and she also knew she was supposed to be the one to stop it, but she couldn't. His blood was delicious and it was making her feel so good, so much so, she began to feel the dull ache between her legs intensify. Elena wondered if this was what it felt like to be a vampire and if this was what human blood tasted like to them. That thought also disappeared as the ache between her legs turned into a gentle throb and her mind became full of Damon. Elena now knew she had gone past the point of no return, she was going to require the other desire in her body to be addressed before the night was over and Damon was the only one who would be able to fulfill her needs.
Damon pulled Elena in tighter to him as he moaned into her neck, sending vibrations throughout her body. Elena could feel the tip of his erection through his sweat pants, giving her a sense of relief that she was not the only one feeling turned on by this experience. As aroused as she was, she knew it wasn't just sexual, this was the connection Damon had been talking about, and Elena knew Damon was feeling it too. They'd always had a strange bond, something she'd never experienced with anyone else, a connection which could possibly be put down to Bonnie's prophesy about her and Damon, to which she'd never paid much attention to, but yet had never forgotten. If this was what being linked to your soulmate was like, she never wanted their tie to be severed. To Elena this was almost heaven, but even now, she needed more.
Elena pulled up the t-shirt she was wearing, and moved Damon's hand up from her waist so he was cupping her breast, as she desperately wanted to feel him touching her naked flesh. Fortunately for her he offered no resistance, instead, he began to gently pinch her nipple, causing it to pebble and her to moan into his wrist. Instinctively Elena began to suck harder to ensure the wound didn't close, while at the same time moving her free hand behind her so she could run her fingers through Damon's soft raven hair, a physical need to have as much bodily contact with him as possible.
Damon moved his hips behind Elena, pressing his erection up against her behind, a statement of his needs and intentions created by her inability to recognize the warning signs relating to the bond they shared. The confidence Elena had felt when she suggested she would be able to stop if things got hot and heavy was gone. It was replaced by a desire matching Damon's, a desire neither had expected to be quite so intense.
The lightheadedness from earlier was now gone. Instead it was replaced by a feeling of power and being full of energy, she felt anything but tired. The sexual needs urgently running through her body were now beginning to outweigh her want for Damon's blood. Elena knew if she stopped now, her self control would be lost, she needed to have Damon connected to her in other ways, yet she was sure if she carried on, her desire for him would possibly only get even more intense.
Damon must have read Elena's mind as he pulled away just before she did. Elena turned her head to look at him. He had a small rivulet of blood running from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. Her reaction was not what she expected. Instead of disgust, he looked beautiful, sinister and unbelievably sexy at the same time. Elena turned her body round so she was knelt between his legs, facing him, allowing her to look at him before grabbing his face with both of her hands and licking the blood from his chin, not caring what it tasted like. Her need to taste him was all she could think about, everything else was irrelevant. Damon closed his eyes and hitched his breath as her tongue stopped at the corner of his mouth.
Damon opened his icy blue eyes and looked at her intently, his pupils dilated with lust. "I guess we left it too late to stop." he chuckled seductively.
"We left it too late to stop the moment your blood was in my mouth." Elena told him breathlessly as she began to stare longingly at his lips.
"Elena..." Damon whispered as he lifted his knees and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into him and cupping her face with the other hand. "You have a little, just here..." he added as his tongue slid across her jaw and up to the corner of her mouth, prompting Elena to moan with pleasure as she felt her panties become wet with desire.
Something suddenly snapped inside Elena, she wasn't sure if it was Damon's actions or his blood swirling around in her system, but she had animalistic carnal desires which were of titanic proportions. Unable to control herself, she lunged at Damon with more force than either of them anticipated, catching him off guard and pushing him onto his back, so she was lying flat on top of him as she began to kiss him.
Damon reacted immediately by kissing her back with an equal amount of fervor, pulling her behind up with his hand so their hips were level, allowing Elena to feel Damon's erection up against her core, increasing the throbbing between her legs. Their tongues deftly exploring each other's mouths, Damon's amazing kissing skills drawing her in, allowing her to match his, sharing a deeper knowledge as if they'd been intimate together for hundreds of years instead of this being their first time. The kiss felt new and familiar all at once, as if her body was recognizing its soulmate.
Soon air began to run out, forcing Elena to pull away slightly, her teeth tugging at Damon's bottom lip as she did, earning her a moan from him which just fueled her desire for him even further. Elena pulling away gave Damon the opportunity to get the upper hand and quickly rolled them over so he was on top , hovering above her before kneeling up slightly and ripping the t-shirt she was wearing open, prompting Elena to plaster a fake pout on her face.
"I liked that t-shirt." she complained, although deep down the sheer power he exuded just heightened how turned on he was making her feel.
"I've got plenty more." Damon growled as he froze for a moment. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he frowned.
"You have no idea." Elena smiled as she cupped his face before raising her head to kiss him. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." she whispered as Damon rested his forehead against hers before kissing her once more, only this time the kiss was less fiery, it was sweeter, almost loving.
"God you're beautiful." Damon whispered as his lips tenderly met hers once more.
Instead of dampening Elena's arousal, the tender kiss only fueled her need for Damon, however the desire had changed from animalistic want, to a desperate emotional void which needed fulfilling for which Damon was the only one who could satisfy her.
As Damon kissed her, his hands began to carefully roam her body, his touch was gentle, delicate, yet sensual all rolled into one. He knew exactly where she would be the most sensitive without tickling her, which was undoubtedly a fine line to cross. Elena pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, her own need to explore his body was yet to be satisfied. Damon hoisted himself up, leaning back on his haunches before removing the offending item, messing up his hair a little in the process, giving him a cuteness which Elena had never seen before, prompting a small smile on her face. The smile was only temporary as she began to take in his body, which she could only compare to what she'd previously seen with Stefan and Matt. Although she'd seen Damon's body before, she'd never taken in the nuances in comparison to the physical aspects of the men she was already familiar with, although she now knew she could no longer categorize Stefan and Matt as men. Stefan was only seventeen when he turned, and although he had a fantastic physique, he'd still yet to completely fill out, the same applied to Matt.
Damon's body no longer held any resemblance to that of a teenager, he exuded the masculinity of a fully grown man. He was muscular, but not overly so, filled out, yet still a slender build. It suddenly occurred to Elena she had no idea how old Damon was when he turned, but judging by his body alone, she assumed he must have been in his mid twenties.
Making a mental note to ask Damon his human age later, Elena began to ran her hands up and down his chest, before gradually exploring the tufts of hair around his nipples. She grew bolder as her fingers made their way down his abs until she found his slender hips and traced the line of hair down his treasure trail. Suddenly Damon took hold of her wrists and halted her exploration. Elena looked up at his face, desperate to carry on, but Damon had a devilish grin on his face and clearly had other ideas. He pushed her arms back so they were above her head before bending down and kissing her.
"Leave them there until I tell you." he commanded as Elena nodded in compliant agreement, speechless from the combination of nervousness from being with Damon for the first time and being incredibly turned on.
Damon began to kiss under Elena's jaw and down her neck. His blunt teeth scraped along her jugular, sending heat pooling inside her stomach as he swiped his tongue up and down where he'd bitten, around where the now healed wound would have been, ensuring no blood was missed. His hands ghosted down Elena's arms and down the sides of her body, as he edged his way down to her collar bone and chest, nudging her legs further apart in the process. The effect of having her body outstretched meant all of her nerve endings were more exposed, heightening her senses every time Damon placed his fingers, lips or tongue on her skin, causing the ache between her legs to increase whenever he touched her, prompting Elena to whimper with pleasure at every contact.
Damon ran his hands up Elena's waist and cupped her breasts, and began to massage one, gently pinching her nipple with just enough force to make it pebble and heighten the sensitivity, while at the same time he looked her in the eyes with the most intense of stares. A look so full of lust and desire, of which Elena had ever seen in her life as he took the other breast into his mouth. Firstly he swiped his tongue around her areola before delicately taking her nipple between his teeth and sucking on it.
"Oh my god...Damon." Elena moaned as he carried on paying detailed attention to extracting as much sensitivity from her breast as was physically possible. When Elena's moans indicated she was borderline unable to take any more, he swapped breasts and repeated the action, causing frustration on Elena's behalf as she was desperate to touch him, but she couldn't because she'd wordlessly agreed to leave her arms where they were for the foreseeable future.
Elena watched on as Damon's lips traveled down her flat stomach until her reached the waistband of the boxer briefs she was wearing. Damon hooked his fingers under the elastic as Elena raised her hips and legs to allow him to remove them, revealing the lacy red panties she'd been wearing underneath, causing Damon to grin. He bent his head down and began kissing the outside of her panties, around her core and nub, swiping his tongue along the edge of the lace, practically sending Elena into orbit with his teasing, which was again, only made worse by her promise to keep her arms above her head. Although she'd never experienced it before, Damon's ministrations were enough to make her desperate for Damon's mouth on her core. Neither Stefan or Matt had shown any inclination to be so adventurous with her, however Elena knew from Caroline's time with Damon, he was an absolute master of the art of pleasuring a woman and liked to worship every part of the female anatomy.
Damon pulled her panties to one side and ran his fingers up her slit, causing Elena to moan with pleasure. "Are those panties wet for me?" Damon asked innocently as he sucked her juices from his fingers before frowning. "Still not wet enough, we'll have to do something about that." he grinned as Elena just looked at him in shock, she'd never been so turned on in her life and he was intending to make it even more intense. "Don't worry, you'll be screaming my name soon enough." he promised as he began to tug at her panties before removing them. Damon once again sat back on his haunches and looked at her as if she were a goddess. "Fuck, you're so beautiful Elena." he said in quiet awe as he picked up her right leg and brought her foot to his mouth.
He began to kiss her instep as his hands simultaneously massaged her foot, instantly relaxing her and causing her to moan with a different type of pleasure. Damon's lips made their way to the inside of her ankle as he continued the massage with one hand and while ghosting his fingers down the back of her calf with the other. Propping her ankle over his shoulder, Damon's kisses made their way down the inside of her calf while he simultaneously stroked her shin. His kisses made their way down the inside of Elena's thigh until he met the juncture of her thigh and core before he stopped, as the panting Elena whimpered in protest. Damon grinned, as he set to repeat the action with the other leg.
When Damon reached her core the second time, he repeated his earlier actions of running his fingers up her slit and sucked on her juices, his eyes closed as if he were tasting the finest wine. "A little wetter." he smiled. "But I'm sure we can still make improvements." he said as he nestled his head between her legs. "You can move your arms now." he added as Elena gave a huge sigh of relief, she wasn't sure how she would have coped without the ability to touch him.
Elena looked down and she watched as Damon spread her legs further apart before tasting her for the first time, his tongue expertly making it's way up her slit, forcing Elena to throw her head back on the pillow as her body began to writhe with pleasure, until Damon firmly put the palm of his hand on her stomach.
Damon's fingers spread her folds, Elena felt the hot air of Damon's breath as he blew into her entrance, tracing his tongue from the entrance of her core, up her labia and gently circling his tongue around her nub, sending Elena almost dizzy from the amount of pleasure he was giving her. The throbbing she already had between her legs was already turning into a desperate ache, his prior teasing had just been the start, his current actions were making it even worse.
Damon's tongue began to circle the entrance to her core, causing Elena to try to buck against the force of Damon's hand on her stomach, but to no avail as he was too strong. Suddenly Damon's tongue was inside her, using it in such a way to mimic fucking her with it, while at the same time he began to massage her nub with his thumb. Elena grabbed Damon's hair with one hand and the sheets of the bed beside her with the other to try to compensate for her inability to move as a heat began to burn inside of her like she'd never felt before and moans of pleasure started to emerge from her lips.
"Oh yes...yes...Oh my god...Damon." she panted as the heat inside her core was becoming so intense she thought she was going to explode.
Just as Elena thought she was about to come, Damon changed tactics, his tongue began to move north, as he licked and sucked her folds with a precise amount of pressure until he reached her clit. He gently inserted two fingers inside her and began to slowly pump his hand in and out, whilst he took her nub in his mouth and began to suck on the small bundle of nerves. Almost immediately Elena was rendered speechless, practically forgetting her own name as the heat which had been building in her stomach began to burn so hot, she thought her entire body ware about to set on fire and the flames would engulf her. The only thing she could register in her mind was pleasure and it being Damon who was the one responsible for giving it to her.
"Oh yes...yes...yes...oh...yes...oh yes...Damon...fuck..." Elena panted out as Damon inserted a third finger and increased the tempo of his thrusting. Elena held onto Damon's hair even tighter and grabbed the fingers of the one he had placed on her stomach with the other hand, her grip sharing the intensity of what she felt with Damon as the white hot spasms of her orgasm take over her body. Suddenly her back arched and she momentarily went rigid as heated throbbing in her core turned into convulsions of pleasure, wreaking havoc on her senses. A quiet scream escaped her lips.
"Damon...ah...ah...ah...yes...yes..." she cried as Damon laced their fingers together while releasing the pressure he was placing on her stomach and stopping what he was doing to watch her ride out her orgasm.
Finally the spasms began to subside as Damon withdrew his hand from her core and removed his sweat pants before making his way back up her body, kissing her stomach and sucking a nipple on his way, until he was finally hovering above her. Elena cupped his face with both hands, pulling him in towards her and kissing him before he got chance to speak, allowing her to taste herself on his lips, which she found surprisingly arousing as her core began to gently throb once more.
"Judging by all the noise you were making, I'd say you enjoyed that." Damon grinned as he pulled away from the kiss.
"You have no idea." Elena smiled as she felt his shaft prodding at her entrance, ready to be invited in.
Curious to see his manhood, Elena looked down at his engorged length and was pleasantly surprised at what she saw. His member was significantly larger than both Stefan and Matt's, and considerably more attractive, she'd have gone as far as to say it was inviting her to want to engage in the activities she'd never had the confidence to do before. Wrapping her hands around his shaft, she wiped the seeping pre-cum around the tip and began to pump him gently, earning her the most beautiful sounding moan of pleasure escaping from Damon's lips before he managed to regroup and focus on her.
"Are you positive you want to do this?" he whispered.
"I don't think I've never wanted anything or anyone more in my life than how much I want you now." Elena replied as she lifted her hips and began to rub Damon's length against the slickness of her core. "I want you inside of me." she whispered as she positioned his length at her entrance, whilst Damon bent his head so their foreheads were touching.
Damon pushed his hips forward allowing him to enter her. "Fuck Elena, you're so tight and wet." he moaned.
Elena hitched her breath at the wonderful sensations taking over her body. "I think you are entirely responsible for the wet part." she managed to giggle before gasping with pleasure.
Damon tucked her hair behind her ear before running his hand down her body with the other, pulling her knee up slowly pushing his hips towards hers as his member slowly filled her up inside, stretching her until they were united as one, causing them both to moan with pleasure. Elena instantly knew she and Damon were a perfect fit, as if they had been made for each other. Once Elena had adjusted to his length, Damon began to thrust, gently at first, allowing Elena to match his every movement at the same pace. However, Damon began to pick up speed, increasing the friction between them as the heat began building once again in the pit of her stomach.
Suddenly Damon pulled out and turned Elena over so she was lying flat on her stomach before pulling her hips up slightly. "Do you trust me?" Damon asked as Elena felt his fingers circling her entrance, making her feel desperate for them to be connected once more, so much, she'd have probably agreed to anything in that moment.
"Yes." she whispered as Damon nudged her legs slightly apart before entering her slowly, allowing Elena to feel his member slide into her, deeper than she'd ever experienced before, at an angle that was so perfect she thought she'd been taken to heaven.
Damon was positioned himself on top of Elena, almost flat on her back as he began to thrust, slowly at first before picking up the pace, however due to the awkwardness of the position, tempo wasn't the main requirement for pleasure, it was all about position. Although Elena wasn't able to move much, the sensations engulfing her were causing her to pant so much, she felt as though she'd run a marathon. Damon tucked Elena's hair to one side as he began to suck her neck in the exact spot where he'd bitten her while at the same time he slid his hand underneath her and began to massage her nub.
The throbbing in her core began to intensify rapidly, while the heat which had been pooling in her stomach began to turn into a magma chamber full of lava whilst she was a volcano threatening to erupt. The attack on her senses finally took its toll as white hot spasms ripped through her core.
"Fuck...Damon..." she cried out, her eyes almost watering with pleasure, feeling her inner walls contracting around Damon's member while he tenderly kissed her shoulder and ghosted his fingers down her neck until she was completely spent.
Damon pulled out and maneuvered them so Elena was positioned on top, impaling herself on his length and hovering above him. He tucked her hair behind her ears before moving his hands to cup her behind and providing support while Elena's hips gyrated as he thrust up allowing them to match each other's rhythm. They both began to pant and moan with pleasure as Elena rested her forehead on Damon's, a sign her human strength was beginning to wane from the earlier exhaustion of the incredible orgasms she'd already experienced. Damon must have picked up on this as he suddenly sat up, holding her tightly, allowing her to take it a little easier, although the friction of the position was beginning to increase the intensity of the throbbing between her legs, encouraging her to circle her hips with a even more vigor than before due to the intense pleasure caused by grinding her clit against him.
Their position meant Elena was slightly above him, giving her a sense of power, she gently grabbed Damon's hair and pulled his head back, revealing a look of true love and an expression of someone who was completely at her mercy, like she was at his. They held their arms around each other even tighter, their bodies intertwined in a desperate need to have as much skin on skin contact as possible, as if the world would end if they were ever separated. Needing to feel even closer, Elena kissed him, gently biting his bottom lip in the process, which elicited a groan of desire from Damon's mouth
Damon rolled them back over so that he was on top once more, he lifted her legs so they were around his waist, allowing deeper penetration and began to move his hips, lacing his fingers through hers, feeding their need to be united as one.
"Harder." Elena moaned, as she increased the tempo of her own movements matching him thrust on thrust. The vigor of their movements and him being so deep inside her sent Elena spiraling and she once again felt the heat building up inside her throbbing core, the telltale signs of her impending orgasm.
"I'm not going to last much longer." Damon warned her breathlessly.
"Me either." Elena managed to say, as Damon unlaced their fingers, cupping her face with one hand and stroking her cheek while sliding the other between them as he began to massage her nub.
"Fuck...Elena..." Damon panted, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Oh yes...yes...yes...oh...yes...oh my god...yes...Damon..." Elena cried out at the top of her voice as her core suddenly went from intense throbbing to white hot spasms. She could barely breathe as she felt like her entire body was being ripped apart with the sheer force of the orgasm, causing her to arch her back before her body went rigid. All the while Elena miraculously managed to keep her eyes open so she could watch Damon find his own release.
"Oh god...yes...fuck...Elena...yes...aargh..." Damon cried as his orgasm took over, his face scrunching up in what looked like pleasurable agony, making him, in her eyes look even more beautiful than usual, heightened by the knowledge she was responsible for what he was experiencing. Suddenly his body became rigid before shuddering slightly as Elena felt his warm seed erupting inside of her. Damon collapsed on top of her for a moment to catch his breath. Eventually he lifted himself back up onto his forearms and kissing her, while pulling out or her before rolling over and lying on his back.
"I wish we could do that every day." Elena sighed, wrapping her arm around Damon's chest while he enveloped her in his arms.
"One day." he replied, resting his cheek on Elena's head and stroking her shoulder.
"Mhmm." Elena agreed, with a sigh of contentment as she absently began to draw circles on his chest.
"You sleepy yet?" Damon whispered, reaching out and turning the lights off.
"Hmm, well see." Elena replied closing her eyes.
"Elena." Jeremy's voice echoed through her head. "You need to get up, Bonnie will be here soon." he called out.
Elena turned over, only to realize she was alone in her own bed and she'd had another one of her dreams about Damon. "Huh?" she murmured, trying to wake up.
"I said Bonnie will be here soon." Jeremy repeated. "She's bringing the moonstone with her. Damon should be here a little later too." he added.
"Damon?" Elena asked groggily.
"He's probably going to try and cook up some plan to free Stefan." Jeremy told her.
"Fine, I'm up." she sighed as she sat up in bed, covering her eyes from the sun peering in through the cracks in the curtains.
"I'm going to make some coffee." Jeremy said as he left her bedroom and closed the door behind him.
As soon as he'd gone, Elena reached down under her bed and moved the floorboard where she kept her secret diary and began to write.
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