N: After you all felt bad for Elena last chapter, I decided to give you this little chapter before moving on to more drama. Another un-beta-ed chapter, so I must apologize for the mistakes.

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And still they feel

Elena only cried for a few minutes before she realized that she didn't understand why she felt hurt or where she was hurting. She could hear Damon's breath, still a little unstable. When the mattress showed signs of movement, Elena thought Damon went even further away, but to her surprise she felt his warm hand on the curve of her waist. She then realized he had actually turned back towards her. He applied a bit of pressure, enough to bring her on her back once more. By then her tears had dried so she dared look at him. He was so beautiful and looked so broken, Elena felt like crying again.

"I have always considered myself an honest man," he whispered. His fingertips caressed her face softly. A shiver went through Elena's body from the unexpected, affectionate touch. His touch was soft, letting his fingers linger on her soft skin. Elena felt like screaming, slapping him, crying or just yell at him that all she'd wanted was to love him. She just wanted him to allow her the honor of loving him. Filled with emotions she couldn't vocalize, Elena just starched her hand and cupped his cheek. She passed her fingers over his small bandage, moving lower on his lips. He was watching her without moving, waiting patiently for her next move.

Once she stopped caressing him and retrieved her hand, Damon lowered his head and pressed his lips on her cheeks. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened. He took advantage and kissed each of her eyelids, her nose and the corner of her mouth. His lips were burning against her flesh and she could already feel the – now familiar – moisture between her thighs. When his lips finally reached hers, Elena let out a soft moan, surrendering herself to him.

"I want you again," he murmured.

His first kiss was delicate, a barely there touch. He pulled back and looked at her with those burning blue-gray eyes, breaking her heart, because she knew just how broken he was inside. He brushed her long, straight hair off her neck and shoulders, just so his ager fingers could explore the area.

The second time his lips came in contact with hers Damon applied more pressure. This time his kiss had purpose, meaning and Elena could feel it. Her lips parented and Damon's tongue slipped inside, ardent to please. His hands lost no time and soon they were all over her body. When his left hand closed over her breast, his lips left hers to kiss her jaw, neck and shoulders. As his mouth found her chest, he started licking and sucking, his wet tongue giving Elena a tingling sensation in her breasts.

Lost to his touch, Elena just buried her fingers in Damon's hair, holding on tight as his mouth was going lower and lower. Once he got to her flat abdomen, he let a finger inside her folds. If the light would've been on, Damon would've seen Elena blush like a tomato. She wasn't used to being so wet for a man. No one had ever made her feel the way Damon was making her feel. She felt completely in lust for him. Her pulse was throbbing in places she never knew she could feel it. She didn't have much experience. There had only been three other guys before and what she felt for them didn't even come close to what she felt for Damon.

Damon's playful tongue found the tiny nubbin between her lower lips and pushed against it making Elena's body levitate from the mattress. To stop her legs from trembling, she bent them, bringing her knees up and closer to her upper body.

"Don't hold back," Damon mumbled on a husky voice Elena barely recognized. "I want to feel it as you let go," he went on and her body started shaking slightly.

He went on, adding a second finger inside, pumping them in and out of her as his tongue was shamelessly stroking her bundle of nerves. A few minutes later, when a powerful orgasm ripped through her, Elena chanted his name over and over again.

"Stay still," Damon ordered. Elena didn't realize she was moving, until she made the effort to stop. Her body was convulsing in waves of pleasure and her hips were reaching up in search for him. "I want to be inside you," Damon said, finally giving voice to his deepest fears. "Now," he continued surprised of the need in his voice. The need for her shocked him, he hadn't expected to ever again want to sleep with her, but here he was, craving her, like a recovering heroin addict. He swore to himself he would never fall for her tricks. But then again, the woman in his arms had nothing to do with the Katherine he knew. The woman in his arms was docile, warm, and submissive even. He was not used to this Katherine, but he decided he liked her like that. In the beginning of their relationship he liked the way she took control. There weren't many women that could dominate Damon Salvatore in bed; Katherine had been one of the few that could. The sex – he remembered – had always been good, but Damon didn't recall ever being this intense. At this moment, he was so lost in his awe for her. She was making him question everything he knew about her. Definitely, he was not expected this type of devotion from her. A long time ago, he got used to the idea that Katherine Pierce did not have this type of surrender and affection in her. It seemed that he'd been wrong. He'd wanted her for so long and now that he finally let himself have her, he was in heaven.

Elena took her legs further apart, allowing Damon to settle in between. The anticipation made her palms sweat and once she could feel the tip of his erection pocking at her entrance, her breath became chaotic.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Damon murmured close to her ear as he pushed his hardness inside her. But that was not the reason her heart picked up pace. It was because she loved him and she want to give herself to him in ways she hasn't given herself to anyone. She wanted to feel him close and welcome the slight pain of having his rigid dick inside. He was big and she was tight, but she knew that after a second of pain came the part that made it all worth it.

Once all the way in, Damon stopped. He turned his face into her neck and started nibbling on it, biting it softly and Elena's soft moans turned into lowed growls. Damon started slowly rocking back and forward, enjoying the way Elena's hips levitate to meet his thrusts. Supporting himself in one hand, Damon used the free one to place Elena's right leg on his shoulder, pushing into her even deeper.

Elena was grateful to her cheerleading college years and yoga classes three times a week. Thanks to that, her leg was comfortably resting on Damon's shoulder. His hand was continually caressing her thigh, making her skin tingle.

A few strokes later, Damon followed her into oblivion. He pulled out of her slowly and this time around he didn't turn his back on her. Elena didn't dare to move. She just stretched her legs and stood still, waiting for Damon's reaction. She didn't know what to expect or what she shouldn't expect. She was wondering if she should say something, but decided against it. What was there to say after all?

"I don't understand…" Damon mumbled. Elena wasn't sure if he was talking to her or to himself, but she went on and asked him what was that he didn't understand. "You," he answered. "It's just not possible."

Damon passed his hand through his hair. Everything about Katherine was different. Her body felt different, and it wasn't just because she had lost some weight. It wasn't the fact that her breasts were now perfectly fitting into his hands. It was something that he couldn't put his finger on. Her body…the way she responded to his every touch…he closed his eyes and it was as if he was with another woman. All he wanted to do at the moment was hold her in his arms and let his fingers lazily travel over her heated satin skin, but he was too afraid to show her any type of affection. Every time he showed signs of affection and care over the past few years, she changed. As if she mocked him for being sensitive; mocked his love for her, and he was not ready for that.

"Nothing. I am sorry, I guess I am just tired and I started talking to myself," he said, letting Elena know he was not going to have a pillow-talk with her.

Even though neither of them turned away from each other, their bodies didn't touch until later on when sleep had found them. With no rational thought to keep them apart, they held on to another through the whole night.