This chapter isn't for people of team Stefan LOL, or people who are easily offended or off put by sex. Just a warning, don't like it don't read it. simple.

three nights before…

Elena was on the sofa, reading a book, she was wearing nothing but a silk nightgown, Stefan had gone out, and it was only her and Damon in the house. She had her opportunity, she heard footsteps on the stairs, so she quickly pulled her hair up, and continued reading. To her surprise, Damon was wearing just a towel around his waist, revealing his toned chest. She couldn't help but stare, fantasies exploded into her mind, and she bit her lip and tried to concentrate on her book, but her fantasies were too strong and a slight moan escaped her mouth.

"What was that?" Damon quickly asked. Looking at Elena, he gasped a little, realising he could see straight up her nightgown from the position he was standing. He looked at her face, to realise she was smirking. She quickly got up and approached him, her hands planted on his chest.

"Do you want me?" She whispered seductively.

He responded, by pulling her closer to him. He kissed her, hard and long. His hand was in her hair, pulling tenderly. His free hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. The silk nightgown was soft against his skin; he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, almost losing his towel. Elena had to break for air, resting her forehead against Damon's, breathing heavily. Oh, how he wished she was breathing like that because of a completely different reason. He put one hand on the hollow of her throat, expecting her vervain pendant to be there, but it wasn't. He froze. Damon didn't trust himself without the vervain, he could make her do anything, he'd regret it and make her forget, but Damon didn't want to have to take tonight away from her; he didn't want to make her forget the moment he told her he loved her.

He set her on her feet, avoiding her eyes. He headed towards a chest of drawers and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a necklace, that was similar to the one Stefan had given Elena, and handed it to her.

"I know that I can trust myself now," he whispered as he helped her do the small clasps.

Once the necklace was on, Elena pulled him back into the kiss, before she kissed his neck, his chest. He pulled her back up to his neck; she paid extra attention to the sensitive spot behind his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. He couldn't take it anymore; he grabbed her, and flung her over his shoulder and carried her to his room. Without a word, he threw her onto the bed, and locked the bedroom door. When he turned to look at Elena, she playing with the handcuffs that had been on his side table, he shook his head at her. Taking them off her, he whispered in her ear,

"Maybe another time, but not this time," His hand was slowly going up her thigh, and she moaned at his touch.

She took his hand and tried to control him, but he was stronger than her. She realised that she was at his mercy, he was in control.

He pulled off her nightgown, savouring the sight of her perfect body, until he realised she'd pulled off his towel. He grabbed her hands, and pinned them to the bed.

"Behave." He growled, sending shivers down Elena's spine. He let go of her hands, and kissed down her body, licking the inside of her thighs, he felt her tremble, knowing that she liked it. Her hands were in his hair, pulling. He finally gave her what she wanted, his tongue teased her clit, and her dripping wet slit. She screamed in pleasure, but he didn't want to push her too far. He stopped, abruptly, and listened to her whimper. He kissed back up her body, paying attention to her breasts, and her nipples. While she was moaning, and enjoying that sensation, Damon spread her legs, and entered her, without any warning. Her arms were instantly around him, nails digging into his back, as he pounded into her. He groaned at how tight she was, he could feel that she was close to her climax and told her to hold on. She obeyed, and when he felt his own climax building, he told her to let go. They climaxed together, both moaning loudly. Damon collapsed on top of her, for a few minutes before he rolled off her, and laid there staring at her.

"That was….amazing," Elena panted, gaining her voice and feeling back in her legs.

Damon smiled in triumph. She looked at him, and smiled back.

"I love you Elena." He said, "I mean I really do love you."

Elena looked stunned, but a look in her eyes told Damon that she already knew.

"I love you too Damon," She whispered into his ear.

They both heard a car door shut, and Stefan whistling. Damon and Elena quickly began moving, Elena kissed Damon quickly, and rushed to her and Stefan's room, and got in the shower to remove all scent of Damon, and Damon did the same. Stefan suspected nothing, not until he heard the strong second heartbeat inside Elena….

A/: sorry I haven't uploaded to this story in a long long time, been seriously busy. I apologize sincerely and I hope you've enjoyed this chapter.