Elena's POV

"I get this feeling when I'm wit h you and I haven't felt it in…well…ever. And it scares me" I admitted. I kept my eyes on Damon, gauging his reaction. His blue eyes finally met mine and in one stride, his hands were cupping my face, gently but very firmly. His eyes darted to my lips and back to my eyes. Our faces were inching closer to the point that I could feel his cool breath on my face. He searched my eyes one last time for any sign of resistance. I didn't have any. Damon closed the distance between our faces and our lips collided.

It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire. Damon was kissing me slowly, and gently. And when I didn't fight him, the kiss deepened. I couldn't think straight. At this moment, I wasn't thinking at all. My thoughts, my feelings, my body…all of it, wanted one thing: Damon. I brought my hand up to grab a fistful of his hair. My heartbeat was racing faster than a cheetah could run. Our lips parted and our breathing was laboured. His lips didn't leave my body though. He planted kisses down my throat and around my collarbone, then back up to my ear until I grabbed him and crashed my lips onto his. I grabbed the sides of his jacket, our lips never leaving and begun walking over to the couch. Damon immediately picked up on what I wanted, and I lay on the couch with him on top of me. I hadn't realized I was shaking until I moved my hands to take off his jacket all together. He made my job easier when he tore it off himself, throwing it on the coffee table. I moved my hands to my blouse, undoing the buttons but I was thwarted by Damon's hands cupping mine.

"Elena…" he whispered. I sighed in contentment. I placed my finger on his lips. He went silent as his eyes trailed down to my torso, following the movement of my fingers. They landed on the top button of my blouse, and I undid it. And the next one. And the next one. Soon, his hands replaced mine. Imagine my surprise when I look down, and my blouse was all buttoned up. No skin exposed. "You drive me insane…" he whispered again, angst in his voice.

"I don't understand…I thought you…" my hands flew to my head in realization that he didn't want me at all. I covered my face in embarrassment. My eyes started to sing as the moisture in my eyes had threatened to spill over. I quickly moved off the couch and headed upstairs "I'm sorry!" I said my voice shaky. I went to my room and I sat down at the edge of my bed. I felt like a child, running away to the safety of my room. I felt so stupid. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my knees, resting my head. Damon was beside me in no time. He didn't touch me in comfort. He just sat there, waiting for me to break the silence.

"I just don't understand…I thought you wanted me." I finally whispered. I turned my head to look at him, and his blue eyes met mine. He took my hand and my heartbeat accelerated at his touch.

"Elena, you have…no idea how much I want you" he said in such a soothing voice. He took a deep breath as I looked at him intently, waiting for him to continue. Suddenly, his warm arms were embracing me. I didn't fight the gesture, and soon we were lying down. I laid my head on his chest, and our hands were intertwined. I couldn't help but notice how right this felt. Being with him. He took his free hand and stroked my hair.

"Elena, I've wanted you for so long. But the time was never right. You were with Stefan, and for months I was fighting the fire inside of my body that yearned to be with you," his voice barely a whisper "I want you in every way. But I think that our first time should be more than just sex on the couch...although I like your style" I turned my head to see him smirking and I couldn't help but giggle and his face turned serious again, "with everyone else, it was just sex. It was physical. It was hunger" I couldn't help but shudder at his words, but I didn't say anything. He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face so I could meet his gaze.

"I promised myself that if you ever decided you wanted me, I'd be the man that you deserve…" he finished, kissing the top of my head. I propped myself up on my elbow, so that I was facing him more clearly. He looked me straight in the eyes and I leaned in and kissed him.

"You already are."