CHAPTER 7

General POV

Night came, and along came the solitude Elena needed to think of things over. For starters, she needed some space to make peace with the fact that all the silly illusions she'd made for when Damon finally came back home, were now shot straight to hell. She still couldn't believe what she'd done a few hours ago. Had it been mere hours? To her, it seemed like a millennium had passed already.

Now that it was all said and done, she needed to think about what she would do with her life now that it had no meaning anymore. Yes, you heard right; it didn't have any meaning, and it was because Damon had been the center of her universe for the past three years; and she had made it her only goal in life to find him and bring him back to her. But now it was all gone. He didn't want to come back to her; in fact, he wanted nothing to do with her. And it hurt! It hurt like a bitch. She started recalling the scene that had taken place hours ago, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. It wasn't like her to go around degrading herself, begging for what was left of a love she had made sure to destroy. It wasn't like her at all… Along with the embarrassment came humiliation and anger. Humiliation, over him walking out on her, again. And anger, also for the same reason but, more over the fact that he had kissed her back just as passionately as she had.

She knew she had to be a fool to believe that just one single kiss would be enough to mend the pieces of both their broken hearts; and the trust they'd both broken by a lot of different actions.

She knew it wasn't the solution to all their problems. The kiss wasn't meant for that; in fact, it wasn't meant for anything. It was just her, doing what her heart wanted her to do, for once in her life. And even though it had felt amazing to let go for once, the cruel aftermath had been the hard reminder of why she always chose to follow her head, and not act out on her emotions. It was the wake-up call she needed to realize how pathetic she'd been begging for the leftovers that weren't even meant for her to have anymore.

She didn't know what to do with herself now that all the confrontation with Damon had finally happened; and he'd confirmed the fears that had threatened to take over her heart during his long absence: he had gotten over her, and had skipped the chapter of their story.

She knew she had to resign herself and try to get over him, as well. And in order to do that, there were a few things she needed to do first.

Damon was laying on his king sized bed after the little one-on-one with the Doppelganger. He was laying alone on the big bed; Irina had yet to make an appearance, and he had to admit he was starting to get a little anxious. He wondered what she might've been doing since she stormed out of the house after his stupidity in that same bedroom. Nothing good… his conscious whispered inside his head. Damon had to agree. Nothing good could come when Irina was upset or angry; and in this case, she was both.

He heard footsteps coming towards his room, and thought it was Irina; his body immediately relaxed knowing that she was back. He heard the door being opened, and closed, but he couldn't hear the footsteps anymore. They had paralyzed on the doorstep and he was left wondering why.

Seeing that she wasn't going to go to him, Damon opened his eyes and was shocked to see it wasn't Irina at the door, but Elena Gilbert herself. 'Ugh' he groaned inwardly.

His gaze was fixed on her face, trying to find her eyes. The same eyes that were hungrily and shamelessly, roaming up and down his body. He wondered why; until he remembered that he was laying on bed, in his birthday suit; in all of his naked glory. Not only that; but, the blanket that was supposed to be covering his glory had slipped past his hips, showing him, all of him, to the world. He cleared his throat, and her gaze immediately went up to his.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed in discontentment.

"I…Hmm, I was… I… I just…what?" she stuttered, her cheeks red by having been caught ogling at him.

"What are you doing in m-"

"Shut up!" Elena stopped him, speeding to the bed and climbing onto it, onto him. As soon as she was on top of him, her mouth claimed his.

Damon was surprised when he found himself kissing her back, and even more when he felt him harden. Her tongue darted out to lick his lower lip, begging for entrance into his mouth, which he gladly gave her. This kiss was just like last one, angry, rough, hungry, passionate,consuming… His tongue found hers, and both their tongues danced together, battling against each other for dominance. Neither of them wanted to lose, so they kept fighting their hardest.

Damon was mad, livid. Had he not just told her today not to kiss him again?! Yet there she was, on top of his naked and hard form (pun intended), moaning like a dog in a heat. But, although he was mad at her for daring to kiss him again, he couldn't find the strength to push her off of him, and stop this heavenly moment he had waited ages for.

As Damon said, Elena was moaning like a dog in a heat. She couldn't help it; Damon was underneath her, kissing her back, and might she add naked. She'd waited so long for this to happen that at that moment her panties were soaked, not only soaked, but almost drippingwith her womanly juices. She was so wet that she felt almost as if the Amazonas was flowing through her vagina.

Damon could smell her arousal and her want for him, and it turned him on even more than he already was; his cock was painfully hard, begging to be inside that heavenly pussy he knew Elena had. Basing by its celestial smell, being inside her, and having her walls hugging his massive dick, should feel like heaven itself.

Elena's mind was going through similar thoughts, how good it would feel to have that huge member inside her dripping pussy. And she meant it when she said it was huge, it was at least ten inches long, and three six inches in girth. She craved to feel it inside of her; she drooled just by imagining it.

"Damon" she whispered in a needy voice.

It seemed to work bringing Damon out of his lust-filled thoughts.

"What are you doing?" he spat.

He blinked a few times trying to compose himself, but it proved to be futile, because he could still feel her heat on his leg, and her smell had invaded his mind. She felt her mouth on his neck, and she started leaving wet open-mouthed kiss all over the column of his throat. His cock hardened even more, if it was possible.

"Shh… Stop talking" Elena whispered into the crook of his neck, licking the spot she'd whispered it into. "We need this, Damon" she stated hotly, her mouth still nestled on his neck. "I just have to have you once; get you out of my system. Just then I will be able to let you go" Elena begged, lifting her head to look into his eyes. He saw the plea in her eyes, and gulped. How on earth could he ever say 'no' to her, when she was looking at him with those eyes? He shook his head, trying to talk himself out of what he was about to do. Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't do it! Do. Not. Do. IT! His subconscious was screaming at him. But it was already too late. His hand had already flown to her neck; his mouth had already descent to hers; and their tongues were already battling for dominance.

During their passionate kisses, Damon realized Elena was a little too dressed for what they were doing -although she was only wearing a shirt (which he realized was one of his, but chose not to comment on it), and her black lace panties, which were almost see-through-; but compared to him that was wearing nothing, she was way too overdressed.

He grabbed the top button of his button-up shirt that she was wearing, and started undoing the buttons; leaving a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses on her bra-less chest. Once the shirt was open, he took it off her, throwing aside, not caring where it landed.

With the shirt off, he could appreciate the magnificence that was Elena Gilbert. He brought his hand up to one of her rock hard nipples, tweaking it between his fingers. He heard her gasp of pleasure and smirked; then, he brought his mouth down to it, and blew all over it. When the bundle hardened even more, he took it in his mouth, sucking hard on it.

Elena was gasping in pleasure while Damon made love to her breast; it was a deliciously slow torture. She felt him switching to her other nipple, and taking the one he had in his mouth in his fingers. It went on like that for a long time; him switching nipples, and massaging the other with his fingers, not ignoring either of them.

After a good fifteen minutes of the delicious torture, she was twisting around as she felt her orgasm approaching. It was so intense, it left her vision blurry, and her whole body shaking.

"Now, I'm going to rock your world" he whispered into her right nipple. He gave it a last lap before standing up on his knees to take off her now ruined panties; her pussy was glistening for how wet it was.

Damon drooled over the deliciousness before him. Her little snatch was so tight that he thought his cock would never make it inside without tearing her walls.

He brought his fingers to her labia and softly pinched it; as he did that a new river of wetness came rushing out of her tight hole.

"Don't tease me!" she snapped at him. She was already wet for him and didn't want any more foreplay. But Damon ignored her; bringing his mouth to her clit, he lapped at it like a man stranded in a desert for weeks, without water. He tasted so sweet that he wished nothing more than to be able to drink her tasty juices for all eternity.

The teasing, to Elena, felt like forever. Damon had done all kind of things to her womanhood. He'd already made her come so many times she thought she was going to pass out. He'd fingered her; he'd tongue-fucked her.

Finally, he position his massive cock at her entrance and, looking into her eyes, he penetrated her slowly, half-inch by half-inch. When he was finally inside of her to the hilt, he kissed her. So tenderly it almost brought tears to her eyes, had it not been for the immense pleasure of having him deep inside her, she'd be sobbing by now.

Damon couldn't believe how heavenly it felt to finally be inside her. It was everything he'd imagined it to be, and more. Her walls held his member so perfectly it seemed they were made to be in that position forever. Made to be together… A sing-song said voice in his head. Her inner walls were so tight and wet he wanted to forever be nestled inside that slice of heaven.

He started to move his hips, thrusting his member in and out of her pussy. His pace was slowly fastening, until he'd found the perfect pace. Elena thrust her hips up in time with his hips. The tempo was so perfect it soon had them reaching their blissful end.

When Elena did, she kissed him and whispered into his mouth:

"I love you!"

The confession was exactly what Damon needed to reach him momentum. As his seed was shot deep inside her womb, he'd said what Elena had been dying to hear.

"I love you, too"

Damon woke up with a gasp.

God, did that feel real! he thought.

He sat up on his bed and was shocked to feel a pool of wetness on his pajama bottoms –the only piece of clothing he wore to sleep-. If he'd been able to, he would've blushed. Had he just cum in his sleep? Had he just had a wet dream? What the actual fuck! He wasn't a fucking horny teenager! He was livid. Fuming, even.

He could just not believe that dream had taken place, and worse that he'd said those words, he was not even sure, were true.

Why had it felt so real? Why had he said those words he knew weren't real?

He didn't know!

People say, dreams reflect what the soul really feels; but he did not love her anymore, so that didn't apply for him.

Then suddenly he had the answer!

That was the only explanation for that absurd dream of his. Of course! How didn't he realize sooner? It was all Elena's fault!

That little bitch!

Elena was in the room she'd moved her things into. She was rummaging through the drawers in the chest.

On the bed, there was a duffle bag, which was half filled. There were just a few thing she had yet to pack up.

Yes, she was packing. She'd realized that if she wanted to get over Damon, she needed to put as much distance between them as she could. She knew it was coward-ish to run away in the middle of the night, but she needed to. She knew that if she saw Damon, she'd change her mind and stay, torturing herself over what she wanted, but couldn't have. She shoved, the last t-shirts she had in the drawers, into the duffle bag.

When she was about to zip-up the zipper, she was suddenly pushed against the wall, with an unbreakable hold on her throat. She was lucky she didn't need to breathe; otherwise she would've died of asphyxia. Her fangs elongated, caused by her now sharpened sense of self-preservation. She bared her fangs at her attacker. They immediately retracted when she saw who her attacker was. Damon.

"Damon! What the hell!" she hissed, trying to break free from his hold, but it was impossible, he was older, thus stronger.

"That's what I said! What the hell!" he spat in her face, his grasp on her throat tightening. "Why the fuck did you do what you just did?"

"What are you talking about?" she asked, really confused. She hadn't done anything; well, she had kissed him, but it was a little late to matter, anyway. "What did I do?!"

"Oh, don't play dumb with me, Elena! You know exactly what you did!" he was seeing red, because of how mad he was.

"No, I don't! Because I didn't do anything!" Elena yelled at him, she was getting just as furious as Damon was.

"Oh, so you didn't get into my head and mess with my dreams?!" he demanded.

"What! I did not! Even if I did, which I didn't, why does it madden you so much, huh? Are you not a master at messing with people's head?" the color left his face, and she knew that he knew what she meant.

"I don't want to discuss this with you. I just want to know why you messed with my dreams?" he spat.

"What makes you think I did?" Elena challenged.

"Because in that dream, I did things I would never do, and said things I would never mean" Damon hissed.

"It seems, you would!" he tightened the grasp, and she gasped. "Listen to me, and listen carefully, Damon" she looked him in the eyes, trying to get him to see she was being honest. "I did not mess with your head! Not everyone is like you!" she spat, and finally succeeded at breaking free.

She sped to the bed, and zipped-up the bag. She threw it over her shoulder and made her way to the door.

It was only then that Damon noticed that the room was pretty much empty. And seeing her throwing the bag over her shoulder was like a stake through his undead heart.

"What are you doing?" he demanded when she was already at the doorway.

"There's not enough room in this house for us. We cannot live under the same roof" she turned to leave, but when she'd crossed the doorway, she turned around and had a determined look upon her face.

"And about your 'dream'? I meant what I said, Damon. I didn't compel it upon you. It was just your subconscious telling you what you're afraid to confront" He refused to believe what she said. There had to be another explanation, right? She gave him a sad smile that told him she seemed to know what his dream was about. She disappeared out of his sight, and seconds later he heard the front door being opened and closed.

He stared off to where she was standing moments ago, trying to find an explanation for the burning he felt in his heart. He found none.