Hit me like a ray of sun; burning through my darkest night. You're the only one that I want; think I'm addicted to your light. I swore I'd never fall again, but this don't even feel like falling, gravity can't forget, to pull me back to the ground again.- Halo; Beyoncé.

Elena's P.O.V;

Elena awoke to the feeling of lips on her stomach, kissing it so very softly. She smiled slightly to herself as she remembered where she'd fallen asleep and the events that had taken place before she'd fallen asleep. She lay still, taking in her surroundings, she was very aware of everything. She felt that her T-shirt had ridden up slightly while she'd been asleep, that would be why she could feel lips on her stomach. Damon's lips, kissing her stomach in such a tantalising way, that it made her toes curl in pleasure.

She moaned softly, a small smile curving her lips as Damon continued to place soft, soft kisses on her stomach, his tongue circling her belly button, a sensitive spot that she didn't even know she had. She opened her eyes slowly, revelling in the pleasure Damon was giving her. She stared down the bed to see Damon looking up at her with mischief in his laughing black eyes, which right at that moment seemed to hold the whole universe in their depths.

"Morning sunshine" Damon whispered on to her stomach, his warm breath tickling her.

"Damon, it's not morning, its dark out"

"Well, it's my morning. I am a creature of the night, remember?"

"How could I forget" She countered back, rolling her eyes, but trying her hardest not to smile.

He responded by giving her stomach a soft nip with his front teeth, she giggled softly then rolled over so she was on top of Damon, fully aware that he was letting her gain that advantage. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, staring down in to his eyes and unintentionally getting lost, just like she always did. They were just so damn beautiful, Elena was actually jealous, she'd never felt jealous over the beauty of a boy, but it was true, Damon was more beautiful than her.

"Do you surrender?" She asked, trying her best to come across as serious.

"Yes! I surrender! Please stop this torture! I'm so scared" He laughed.

Quick as a flash, he'd pulled his wrists out of her grasp and had them on her hips, his fingers slipping underneath the tank top she was wearing, tracing delicate patterns on her skin. His eyes weren't laughing anymore, there was a different emotion filling them now, desire. Elena suddenly felt slightly scared, or more precisely, nervous. She didn't know how to do this; she'd never done that before, not with Stefan, not with anyone, despite what most people in this town believed. All at once she started to feel sort of embarrassed, inferior. Damon must have done that with hundreds of women, thousands and she'd never done it before; and this time, she couldn't fool him.

Damon's hands moved up higher, so they now rested on her waist, thumbs tracing along her stomach and Elena's breath caught in her throat. He leaned up and captured her lips in a hard kiss, a kiss full of desire, passion and hunger, a kiss like no other she'd experienced before. His tongue begged for entrance into her mouth and she happily complied, following his lead, their tongues melting into an ancient dance, a dance that she'd only just learnt the steps to. His fingers played with the bottom of her tank top, inching it higher and higher until his fingers were splayed in the grooves of her ribs, fitting perfectly there.

His lips moved from her lips to her neck, once again biting down, sinking his fangs into her, even though it had only been a few hours since he'd taken her blood, taken a bit too much of her blood; she wasn't going to complain though. She moaned out his name Damon, which seemed to spur him on, make, her want to moan it again.

He pulled her top over her head, revealing her white, lacy bra, his eyes fixing on it, taking in the sight before he buried his head into her cleavage. He nuzzled her breasts through her bra, trailing his lips down in between them, pinging her bra softly with his teeth. His hands slid up her back, expertly undoing the clasps. He slipped the straps gently down her arms, and removed her bra. He stared at her, taking her in; his angel, there in all her glory. He rolled them over again so he was on top, and then softly placed kisses down in a trail to her breasts, taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking it gently.

Elena arched off the bed and moaned. She'd never done this before, and right now she was wondering why, because it felt so damn good. She was still afraid though, afraid of going all the way and finally giving someone, the one thing she'd horded for so long. She threaded her fingers into his silky hair, pushing his head down onto her breasts, craving more contact, Damon happily complied, taking his other breast and giving it the same loving treatment as the first.

His lips moved off her breasts and onto her stomach, kissing it, trailing his lips lower and lower until her reached her shorts. He gently slid his hands down her body and slowly undid her shorts, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons and sliding them down her legs. He looked at her, eyes boring into hers, and she knew, this was it. After this there was no going back, this was the last time she could speak up. She was so tempted not to say anything, just let him have his wicked way with her, but she was scared, of what exactly she didn't know. Maybe because if she did this with Damon, she would have truly cheated on Stefan, it felt as if all the kisses and touches she'd exchanged with Damon hadn't really been her being unfaithful to Stefan, not really; but if she did this, then that was that. The ultimate betrayal.

"Damon, not yet. Not that, I-I'm, It's, I'm scared Damon, I've never done it before" She stuttered, her head down, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes after that confession.

"It's okay Elena, I get it. You don't have to ever be embarrassed around me. I know that you're still a maiden and I respect it, I respect you" He said softly, his fingers gently gripping her chin and pulling her face up for a kiss. "There are other things we can do anyway" He said, mischief once again present in his eyes.

His hands once again trailed down from her face, passing over her body until he reached her underwear, putting a finger under it and playfully flicking the material. Then, quick as a flash, they were gone and she was naked, completely and sinfully naked; naked in the presence of Damon Salvatore. He kissed her belly once again, trailing his lips down, further and further. He kissed her thigh gently, sucking and biting, knowing that a mark would appear in the morning, marking her as his. Elena's breath hitched once again and he smiled onto her thigh, he couldn't quite believe that Stefan had never done this with her before; actually he could believe that, it was Saint Stefan that he was talking about. Stefan was a fool, if Elena was all his, he's make sure that she was constantly moaning in the most exquisite forms of pleasure, but Stefan thought that a few chaste kisses here and a few I Love you's there was enough, but it wasn't, not for his dark princess; he knew that Elena craved the passion that only he could give her.

He kissed her thigh again then started moving to the centre, his lips coming so close, but then kissing her other thigh instead; he was intending on dragging this out as long as possible. He gave her other thigh the same loving attention as the other one, kissing it, running his fangs along it, so tempted to bite, but refraining.

Finally, he brought his lips to her, in the place that she wanted him the most, kissing her softly, dragging his talented tongue in luxurious circles inside her. Elena's whole body was on fire, burning with the pleasure Damon was giving her, her hands were clutching the sheets, knuckles white. Her whole body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her head was thrown back to the heavens and soft moans and whimpers were regularly escaping her lips. Something was building inside her; a pleasure beyond no other was building, threatening to release. She could feel Damon's hands gripping her thighs, nails slightly digging in; she predicted the bruises that would be there in the morning. But she didn't care, because right now, the morning, and the rest of the world for that matter felt very far away. All she knew was Damon and the brilliant pleasure he was making her feel, pleasure like no other.

It was as if an explosion had taken place in her body when she came, she moaned out his name the moment she came undone, when all the barriers fell down and she was reduced to a panting sweating mess. He whole body was tingling deliciously from the orgasm and right then she felt more alive than ever before; it was as if Damon had switched the whole world on for her, just for a moment, just for a sweet blissful moment, the whole world came alive. She closed her eyes and sighed in contentment, feeling very heavy and sleepy.

Damon lifted her body slightly, wrapping his arm around her, she buried her head into his neck, breathing deeply; it smelled very Damon in there. She could feel herself starting to drift again, she was lost in that delicious moment before sleep, and she was so comfortable right then, wrapped up in Damon's arms, their legs tangled together. She was just about to fall asleep when Damon stiffened beneath her.

"Damon? What's wrong?" She asked, lifting her head up to look him in the eyes.

"Stefan"

That one word said everything, she sat up quickly, eyes wildly searching the room for her clothes, she spotted them, then dressed quicker that she ever had before, struggling with the buttons on her shorts, scratching herself as she pulled her top over her head. Damon watched her, an unreadable expression on his face, she couldn't look at him, couldn't look at him to see what expression his eyes held. When she finally did look to his face, his eyes were smouldering, burning with an expression that shook her to the bone, she didn't quite know what the expression was, it was completely unreadable. It scared her. They stayed there for a while, just staring at each other, eyes boring into each other, lapis lazuli blue meeting midnight black.

"Love! I'm home! Is Damon awake yet?"

"Up here Stefan and yes Damon is awake"

She said all that without once breaking eye contact with Damon, she distractedly ran a hand through her messy hair, which just a few minutes ago, Damon had been running his hands through. They heard Stefan's footsteps on the stairs and in less than a few seconds Stefan had pushed open the door and was standing in the room, staring at Damon, completely oblivious as to what had taken place in the room a few minutes ago.

"Brother" Damon spoke clearly and precisely, his eyes finally shifting away from Elena "I bet you're happy to see me" That familiar arrogant grin spreading across his face, masking the turmoil that was taking place underneath the surface.

"Damon" Stefan said, ignoring the question "How is this possible? What happened, do you have any idea how you're alive?"

"Nope" Damon replied indifferently, popping the P.

"And you don't care? Don't want to find out?"

"Well, sure, I'd love to little brother. But my diary's sort of full right now, I have women to woo and men to fight, now if you'd excuse me, I'm feeling rather tired, I just engaged in some extremely gruelling physical activities" Damon replied, a wicked smirk crossing his beautiful features.

"Fine. I was hoping you might have grown up since you'd come back Damon, guess I was wrong"

Stefan spun on his heel and marched out the room, Elena noticed the way his fists had clenched while he'd been speaking to Damon, Elena wasn't surprised; Damon was such a smart-ass sometimes.

Elena stood there, not quite sure what to do. She looked at Damon was lounging on the bed, arms behind his head, chest still bare but no longer scratched.

"I-I should go" She uttered softly, lips barely moving

"Yes, I suspect that Saint Stefan is waiting for your return so he has someone to badmouth me to" He joked, cracking a grin, she relaxed, all tension gone.

She was just about to leave when Damon appeared behind her, he slammed her against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers, tongue colliding with hers, he bit her lip, sinking his fangs in softly, sucking to blood away. He moved his lips to her ear.

"Mio" he purred softly.

Then he was gone, and the only signs that he was ever there were the messy bed and the open window, a crows feather resting on the sill.