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Elena's POV
"Are you okay?" he whispers. He has one arm around me, clasping me to him, while the fingers of his other hand softly trace my face, gently probing, examining me. His thumb brushes my lower lip, and I hear his breath hitch. He's staring into my eyes, and I hold his anxious, burning gaze for a moment or maybe it's forever… but eventually, my attention is drawn to his beautiful mouth. Oh my, I want to be kissed. I want to feel his mouth on me.
Kiss me damn it! I implore him, but I can't move. I'm paralyzed with a strange, unfamiliar need, completely captivated by him. I'm staring at Damon's exquisitely sculptured mouth, mesmerized, and he's looking down at me, his gaze hooded, his eyes darkening. He's breathing harder than usual, and I've stopped breathing altogether. I'm in your arms. Kiss me, please. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and gives me a small shake of his head as if in answer to my silent question. When he opens his eyes again, it's with some new purpose, a steely resolve.
NO! My thoughts scream as he pulls away, leaving me deprived. He has his hands on my shoulders, holding me at arm's length, watching my reactions carefully. And the only thing I can think is that I wanted more.
"Elena… I… " He stops, and the anguish in his voice demands my attention, so I peer unwillingly up at him. His gray eyes are bleak as he runs his hand through his hair. He looks torn, frustrated, his expression stark, all his careful control has evaporated.
"What, Damon?" I snap irritably.
"I can't... It feels like I'm taking advantage. You still don't have your memories of us."
"I... I have to go." Was all I could manage to say.
I turn on my heel, vaguely amazed that I don't trip, and without giving him a second glance, I disappear out of the room and make my way to the bedroom.
What was I thinking? Unwelcome tears pool in my eyes. Why am I crying? I sink onto the bed, angry at myself for this senseless reaction. Drawing up my knees and nestling them as close to my chest as I can. I want to make myself as small as possible. Perhaps this pain will be smaller, the smaller I am. Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I can't remember ever having. How ridiculous. Mourning something that I don't remember.
The more I think about it, the sadness turns to anger. This is my choice whether or not I have my memories. The feelings for him are stronger than I've had for anyone. I could hear him come up the stairs and briefly saw him as he passed the bedroom door. I instantly slide off the bed and follow him. He walks into another room and closes the door. As soon as it closed, I reopened it just in time to see his jeans hit the marbled bathroom floor. His eyes meet mine and they grow wide with amusement.
"Come to watch the show?" He smirks.
"Damon..." I couldn't help but stare at his gorgeous body. I couldn't stop looking at his V. My heart begins to race and it feels as if it's about to beat out of my chest.
He clears his throat snapping me out of my thoughts.
"You said that you feel like taking advantage of me. But it doesn't feel that way to me. I've always felt like something was missing. Like a piece of me was missing and it wasnt until I watched us exchange our vows that I realized what it was. The thing that was missing... it was you. I have feelings that I've never felt before. When I'm with you I don't feel the void. I know this is right. I know what I want..." I take a step closer.
"I want this... Damon, I want you."
He strolls slowly toward me. Confident, sexy, blue eyes blazing, and my heart begins to pound. My blood's pumping around my body. Desire, thick and hot, pools in my belly. He stands in front of me, staring down into my eyes. He's so freaking hot.
"Do you have any idea how much I want you, Elena?" he whispers. My breath hitches. I cannot take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin.
"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" he adds, caressing my chin.
The muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion. The pain is so sweet and sharp I want to close my eyes, but I'm hypnotized by his blue eyes staring intensely into mine. Leaning down, he kisses me. His lips are demanding, firm and slow, molding mine. He starts unbuttoning my shirt while he places feather-like kisses across my jaw, my chin, and the corners of my mouth. Slowly he peels it off me and lets it fall to the floor, revealing my lacy black .
"Oh, Elena," he breathes. "I want to kiss every single inch of your body."
I flush. Oh my… I will do anything he wants. He grasps my hair tie, pulls it free causing my hair to cascade down past my shoulders.
Both of his hands are in my hair, grasping each side of my head. His kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips coaxing mine. I moan, and my tongue tentatively meets his. He puts his arms around me and hauls me against his body, squeezing me tightly. One hand remains in my hair, the other travels down my spine to my waist and down to my behind. His hand flexes over my backside and squeezes gently. He holds me against his hips, and I feel his erection, which he slowly pushes into me.
I moan once more into his mouth. I can hardly contain my feelings – or are they hormones? – that rampage through my body. I want him so badly. Gripping his upper arms, I feel his biceps, he's surprisingly strong… muscular. Tentatively, I move my hands up to his face and into his hair. It's so soft, unruly. I tug gently, and he groans. His hand takes mine and leads me back into the bedroom and eases me toward the bed, until I feel it behind my knees. I think he's going to push me down on to it, but he doesn't. Releasing me, he suddenly drops to his knees. He grabs my hips with both his hands and runs his tongue around my navel, then gently nips his way to my hipbone, then across my belly to my other hipbone.
"Ah," I groan.
Seeing him on his knees in front of me, feeling his mouth on me, it's so unexpected, and hot. My hands stay in his hair, pulling gently as I try to quiet my too-loud breathing. He gazes up at me through impossibly long lashes, his piercing blue eyes filled with desire. His hands reach up and undo the button on my jeans, and he leisurely pulls down the zipper. Without taking his eyes off mine, his hands move beneath the waistband, just barely touching me and moving to my behind. His hands glide slowly down my backside to my thighs, removing my jeans as they go. I cannot look away. He stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact. He leans forward, running his nose up the apex between my thighs. I feel him. There.
"You smell so good," he murmurs and closes his eyes, a look of pure pleasure on his face, and I practically convulse. He reaches up and tugs the comforter off the bed, then pushes me gently so I fall on to the mattress.
Still kneeling, he grasps my foot, pulling off my sock. I raise myself up on my elbows to see what he's doing. I'm panting… wanting. He lifts my foot by the heel and runs his thumbnail up my instep. It's almost painful, but I feel the movement echoed in my groin. I gasp. Not taking his eyes off mine, again he runs his tongue along my instep and then his teeth. Shit. I groan… how can I feel this, there? I fall back on to the bed, moaning. I hear his soft chuckle.
"Oh, Elena, what I could do to you," he whispers. He removes my other sock, then stands and removes my jeans. I'm lying on his bed dressed only in my bra and panties, and he's staring down at me.
"You're even more beautiful than I remember." I can't wait to be inside you."
Holy shit. His words. He's so seductive. He takes my breath away. He leans down over me and, grasping each of my ankles, quickly jerks my legs apart and crawls onto the bed between my legs. He hovers over me. I am squirming with need.
"Keep still," he murmurs, and then he leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses up, over the thin lacy material of my panties, kissing me.
Oh… I can't keep still. How can I not move? I wriggle beneath him.
"We're going to have to work on keeping you still, baby." He trails kisses up my belly, and his tongue dips into my navel. Still he's heading north, kissing me across my torso. My skin is burning. I'm flushed, too hot, too cold, and I'm clawing at the sheet beneath me. He lies down beside me and his hand trails up from my hip, to my waist, and up to my breast. He gazes down at me, his expression unreadable, and gently cups my breast.
"You still fit my hand perfectly, Elena," he murmurs, sending shivers throughout my body. I Love it when he says my name like that. He dips his index finger into the cup of my bra and gently yanks it down, freeing my breast, but the underwire and fabric of the cup force it upward. His finger moves to my other breast and repeats the process. My breasts swell, and my nipples harden under his steady gaze.
"Very nice," he whispers appreciatively, and my nipples harden even more.
He blows very gently on one as his hand moves to my other breast, and his thumb slowly rolls the end of my nipple, elongating it. I groan, feeling the sweet sensation all the way to my groin. I am so wet. Oh please, I beg internally as my fingers clasp the sheet tighter. His lips close around my other nipple and when he tugs, I nearly convulse.
"Let's see if you remember this," he whispers, continuing his slow, sensual assault. My nipples bear the delicious brunt of his skillful fingers and lips, setting alight every single nerve ending so that my whole body sings with the sweet agony. He just doesn't stop.
"Oh… please," I beg, and I pull my head back, my mouth open as I groan, my legs stiffening. Holy hell, what's happening to me?
"Let go, baby," he murmurs. His teeth close round my nipple, and his thumb and finger pull hard, and I fall apart in his hands, my body convulsing and shattering into a thousand pieces. He kisses me, deeply, his tongue in my mouth absorbing my cries.
Oh my. That was extraordinary. He gazes down at me, a satisfied smile on his face, while I'm sure there's nothing but gratitude and awe on mine.
"I've missed the sounds you make," he breathes and kisses me again.
My breathing is still ragged as I come down from my orgasm. His hand moves down my waist, to my hips, and then cups me, intimately... Jeez. His finger slips through the fine lace and slowly circles around me. Briefly he closes his eyes, and his breathing hitches.
"You're so deliciously wet. God, I want you." He thrusts his finger inside me, and I cry out as he does it again and again. He palms my clitoris, and I cry out once more. He pushes inside me harder and harder still. I groan.
Suddenly, he sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor. Pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. Holy cow… He moves between my legs, spreading them further apart.
"You really want to do this?" he asks softly.
"Please," I beg.
"Pull your knees up," he orders softly, and I'm quick to obey. He positions the head of his erection at the entrance of my sex. He thrusts deep inside of me, eliciting a moan from me. His mouth is open slightly, and his breathing is harsh. He groans.
"Are you ready, baby?" he breathes after a moment, his voice tight.
I nod, my eyes wide, my hands on his forearms. I feel so full. He stays still, letting me acclimatize to the intrusive, overwhelming feeling of him inside me.
He eases back with exquisite slowness. And he closes his eyes and groans, and thrusts into me again. I cry out a second time, and he stills.
"More?" he whispers, his voice raw.
"Yes," I breathe. He does it once more, and stills again.
I groan, my body accepting him… Oh, I want this.
"Again?" he breathes.
"Yes." It's a plea.
And he moves, but this time he doesn't stop. He shifts onto his elbows so I can feel his weight on me, holding me down. He moves slowly at first, easing himself in and out of me. And as I grow accustomed to the feeling, my hips move tentatively to meet his. He speeds up. I moan, and he pounds on, picking up speed, merciless, a relentless rhythm, and I keep up, meeting his thrusts. He grasps my head between his hands and kisses me hard, his teeth pulling at my lower lip again. He shifts slightly, and I can feel something building deep inside me, like before. I start to stiffen as he thrusts on and on. My body quivers, bows; a sheen of sweat gathers over me. Oh my… I didn't know it would feel like this… didn't know it could feel as good as this. My thoughts are scattering... there's only sensation... only him... only me… oh please… I stiffen.
"Cum for me, Elena," he whispers breathlessly, and I unravel at his words, exploding around him as I climax and splinter into a million pieces underneath him. And as he cums, he calls out my name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he empties himself into me.
I am still panting, trying to slow my breathing, my thumping heart, and my thoughts are in disarray. Wow… that was astounding. I open my eyes, and he has his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. Damon's eyes flicker open and gaze down at me, dark but soft. He's still inside me. Leaning down, he gently presses a kiss against my forehead then slowly pulls out of me.
"Ooh." I wince at the unfamiliarity.
"Did I hurt you?" Damon asks as he lies down beside me propped on one elbow. He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. And I have to grin, widely.
"You are asking me if you hurt me?"
"The irony is not lost on me," he smiles. "Seriously, are you okay?" His eyes are intense, probing, demanding even.
I stretch out beside him, feeling loose-limbed, my bones like jelly, but I'm relaxed, deeply relaxed. I grin at him. I can't stop grinning. Two orgasms… coming apart at the seams, like the spin cycle on a washing machine, wow. I had no idea what my body was capable of, could be wound so tightly and released so violently, so gratifyingly. The pleasure was indescribable.
"You're biting your lip, and you haven't answered me." He's frowning. I grin up at him mischievously. He looks glorious with his tousled black hair, burning narrowed blue eyes, and serious, dark expression.
"I'd like to do that again," I whisper. For a moment, I think I see a fleeting look of relief on his face, before the shutters come down, and he gazes at me through hooded eyes.
"Would you now?" he murmurs dryly. He leans down and kisses me very gently at the corner of my mouth. "Demanding little thing, aren't you? Turn on your front."
I blink at him momentarily, and then I turn over. He unhooks my bra and runs his hand down my back to my behind.
"You really have the most beautiful skin," he murmurs. He shifts so that one of his legs pushes between mine, and he's half lying across my back. He gathers my hair off my face and kisses my bare shoulder. I feel his warm skin against mine. Hmm… it feels heavenly. He has a light dusting of hair across his chest, which tickles my back.
"So you want me to have sex with you again?" he whispers in my ear, and he begins to trail feather-light kisses around my ear and down my neck.
His hand moves down, moving quickly and lightly across my waist, over my hip, and down my thigh to the back of my knee. He pushes my knee up higher, and my breath hitches… oh my, what's he doing now? He shifts so he's between my legs, pressed against my back, and his hand travels up my thigh to my behind. He caresses my cheek slowly, and then trails his fingers down between my legs.
"I'm going to take you from behind, Elena," he murmurs, and with his other hand, he grasps my hair at the nape in a fist and pulls gently, holding me in place. I cannot move my head. I am pinned beneath him, helpless.
"You are mine," he whispers. "Only mine. Don't forget it." His voice is intoxicating, his words intoxicating, seductive. I feel his growing erection against my thigh.
His long fingers reach round to gently massage my clitoris, circling slowly. His breath is soft against my face as he slowly nips me along my jaw.
"You smell divine," he nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me, round and round. Reflexively, my hips start to circle, mirroring his hand, as excruciating pleasure spikes through my blood like adrenaline.
"Keep still," he orders, his voice soft but urgent, and slowly he inserts his thumb inside me, rotating it round and round, stroking the front wall of my vagina. The effect is mind-blowing – all my energy concentrating on this one small space inside my body. I moan.
"You like this?" he asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear, and he starts to flex his thumb slowly, in, out, in, out… his fingers still circling.
I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the disordered, chaotic sensations that his fingers are unleashing on me, fire coursing through my body. I moan again.
I want to stiffen my legs, but I can't move. He's pinning me down, keeping up a constant, slow, tortuous rhythm. It's absolutely exquisite. I moan again, and he moves suddenly.
The anticipation is exhilarating. He grabs hold of my face, holding my head immobile. I cannot move. I'm enticingly ensnared by him, and he's poised and ready to take me once more.
"We're going to go real slow this time, Elena," he breathes.
And slowly he eases into me, slowly, slowly, until he's buried in me. Stretching, filling, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I groan again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in. He repeats this motion again and again. It's driving me insane – his teasing, deliberately slow thrusts, and the sporadic feeling of fullness is overwhelming.
"You feel so good," he groans, and my insides start to quiver. He pulls back and waits. "Oh no, baby, not yet," he murmurs, and as the quivering ceases, he starts the whole delicious process again.
"Oh, please," I beg. I'm not sure I can take much more. My body is wound so tight, craving release.
"I want you to really enjoy it baby," he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward.
I groan.
"Please, Damon," I whisper.
"What do you want, Elena? Tell me."
I groan again. He pulls out and moves slowly back into me, circling his hips once more.
"Tell me," he murmurs.
"You, please."
He increases the rhythm and his breathing becomes more erratic. My insides start quickening, and Damon picks up the rhythm.
I moan.
"Cum for me, baby," he growls.
His words are my undoing, pushing me over the edge. My body convulses around him, and I cum, loudly calling out a garbled version of his name into the mattress. Damon follows with two sharp thrusts, and he freezes, pouring himself into me as he finds his release. He collapses on top of me, his face in my hair.
"Fuck. Elena," he breathes. He pulls out of me immediately and rolls onto his side of the bed. I pull my knees up to my chest, utterly spent. The feeling of fullness comes back but in a different way. I run towards the bathroom just in time to relieve myself. This is probably one of the things I dispise about pregnancy. You constantly have to pee. I'm just glad that the days of morning sickness are behind me.
I wash my hands and make my way back into bed with Damon. I lift the sheets and crawl in next to him. I get comfortable on my side and begin to fall asleep with Damon's body flesh up against mine and his hand resting on my belly.
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