EIGHTEEN

Damon stood in the doorway, watching Elena stretch like a cat as she finally woke up. Her arm stretched out to the side of the bed where he had slept and he saw a frown take hold of her lips when she discovered he wasn't there. She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw him. She sat up and put her arms around her knees, the sheet wrapped around her like a dress. That was when she noticed his attire.

"You're dressed?"

He nodded. "Stefan called me to tell me everything was clean and the bodies were disposed of. I asked him if he would be so kind as to bring our stuff to us."

"He did?"

Damon nodded. That was all he was going to say on the subject. He knew she didn't really want to talk about anything on their little getaway. Instead, he sat on the bed facing her. "How did you sleep?"

"Very good," she replied, unable to stop the heat that rose to her cheeks. She didn't know what it was about him, but it made her blush. In truth, last night had been incredible. She wasn't sure how she would react to seeing him the morning after, but it felt normal. There wasn't any awkward tension. In fact, she was more than ready for a repeat performance.

Damon picked up on her arousal right away. It brought a smirk to his face and he leaned in to press his lips to hers. Elena let out a small gasp of surprise as he used his speed to tackle her to the bed, removing the covers in the process. She snickered at the way his clothes felt against her naked body. Damon left her lips to kiss her neck, smirking again as she rubbed herself against him. He inhaled deeply, moaning low in his throat at the exquisite scent. Not only could he smell her, but he could smell himself on her. It made him feel very good to have left his mark on her; to have claimed her as his.

As he nipped at the place he had bitten her, his body shook with pleasure as he remembered the taste. He had always heard stories about vampires falling in love and that the blood of their beloved was the finest wine. He believed that it was saps like Stefan that made it up. However, now that he had tasted Elena's blood, he wasn't so sure it was a myth anymore. Whatever the case, he knew nothing else could compare.

He was drawn out of his thoughts as Elena's hands dipped into his pants and cupped his member. He hadn't even noticed that she had undone his fly. He nuzzled her neck as she wrapped her hand around him and began to move up and down very slowly. At the moment, Damon was completely at her mercy and he was more than okay with that. Elena started to increase her pace, earning a moan from him. Elena smiled and removed her hands, grinning when Damon's head popped up to glare at her.

"That was mean, Gilbert."

She gave a little shrug along with that evil grin. He couldn't help but smirk back at her before getting off the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. When he returned to the bed, he began kissing his way down her stomach until he got to her hips. He settled himself between her thighs and ran his index finger through her folds. Her hips rose in response, begging for more. Slowly, he inserted his middle finger into her, surprised at how wet she already was, and moved forward to flick her little bundles of nerves with his tongue.

Elena moaned loudly and shuddered with pleasure as he added a second finger and increased the pace of his thrusts. Even though she knew that he was going to reciprocate her movements earlier, she couldn't help but get all worked up. She could feel her body coming alive as he worked her with his mouth and his fingers. And just like she thought, just before she reached her climax, Damon sat back, giving her an evil grin.

"Two can play that game."

Elena smiled up at him for a moment before she raised one of her hands and used her finger to beckon him forward. Like a moth drawn to the flame, Damon felt himself moving to hover over her again. Before he knew it, their lips were molding together and her legs were locked around his waist. They both grinned into the kiss. Elena half moaned, half gasped with surprise when he pushed his hips forward and entered her in one swift motion.

Elena moved her hands from his hair to his back and let her nails rake over his skin as he thrust into her with hard, deep strokes. Her breasts flattened against his chest as her body rose to accept more of him. As she started to feel her body warm with the release Damon had started, she felt him slide out of her. She pouted when he didn't reenter her.

Instead, he flipped them so that she was on top. He lifted her and helped her settle on top of him, enjoying the pleasure that washed over her face. With his hands on her hips to steady and guide her, Elena started her own pace of riding him. It was a strange feeling. Strange in all the right ways. Her head fell back and her eyes closed part way, her hair cascading down her back.

Damon stared up at her, taking turns watching her expressions and the way her breasts bounced up and down. Unable to resist any longer, he reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts. Elena moaned loudly at the sensation and clenched his member with her inner walls, making him shiver with pleasure. There was nothing more beautiful than the girl above him. She was perfection and she was his.

He could sense that she was close by the noises she was making and the way her inner walls moved against him. He let go of her breasts, one hand returning to her hips, the other going to their joined bodies to touch her clit. Elena quivered and leaned forward, her palms slapping against his chest. She stared down at him and their gazes locked. Instead of feeling shy and insecure, she felt sexy and bold. She liked it.

Her body jerked as he hit the spot deep inside her body. That, in combination with his thumb moving against that bundle of nerves, made her come hard and fast. Her eyes closed immediately and she moaned as he sat up, still thrusting inside of her. Their bodies were pressed tightly against one another and he held her in place by wrapping one arm around her back. His lips fell to her neck and she tipped her head to the side feeling his fangs against her flesh. She knew what was coming and welcomed it.

The moment his fangs sank into her skin, her world exploded. Her orgasm had been intense to begin with, but this was beyond words. She couldn't even feel her own body at the moment. She felt as though were floating; her body soaring with pleasure. It wasn't until she felt his wrist on her lips, his blood on her tongue that she experience sheer, unaltered pleasure. It was heaven. She felt more connected to Damon than ever before. They were connected in every way possible; body, mind, and soul.

There was a slight sense of loss when he pulled away from her. He collapsed backwards onto the bed, bringing her down with him. She curled up against his side, her head still reeling from her climax.

"Wow," she breathed as soon as she could speak.

"Yeah," he muttered, licking the rest of her blood from his lips. Not once in all his years had he ever exchanged blood with someone like that. Sure, there had been many exchanges in the heat of the moment, but none had sent him to the moon and back and still left him wanting more.

"I liked that more than I thought I would," she admitted.

He snickered at that and looped his arm around her waist. "You've been dating vampires for awhile now. Biting comes with the package. You wouldn't be with us if you didn't like the biting thing. Sooner or later, it was going to come up."

It was true. There had been several times when she had been with Stefan, whether it was sex or not, that she had found herself turned on by the thought of him biting her. She knew it wasn't a good idea to bring it up because of his issues with human blood and the fact that it made her a hypocrite. However, being with Damon seemed to make it less of a bad thing. She was aware that he didn't have to kill to feed and she wouldn't mind as long as he fed from her. It was something she would bring up later when the time was right.

"You're right."

"I always am," he answered arrogantly, earning a light laugh from her. Then he heard her stomach growl. "I guess I could make you something for breakfast."

"Uh-"

"Don't worry. I got some stuff from the store down the road."

She looked up at him in confusion. "When?"

"When Stefan got here. I made him sit outside and play watch dog while I went to the store. I wasn't gone for very long and nothing happened."

Elena didn't like that one bit, but nothing had happened and if he hadn't told her, she would have never known. So she let it go. "Well, what are you going to make me?" she asked as they got out of bed.

Damon listed off a few options as he tugged on his boxers and pants. He stopped short as he turned to find his shirt, only to see Elena wearing that and nothing else. She grinned coyly at the way his eyes raked over her. "You know, dressing like that may result in you never eating again."

"It's called self control," she teased in a soft voice, running her finger along his chest as she passed by.

Damon felt shivers run up and down his spine as he turned to follow her. She giggled as she felt his arms wrap around her from behind. "I never had any of that," he whispered as his tongue traced the whirl of her ear.

"Couldn't tell," she replied and pried herself out of his arms and heading down to the kitchen, taking a seat at the island. "Seriously, I'm hungry."

"Alright," he said, stopping to kiss her briefly before heading around the island to the fridge.

After everything was eaten and the dishes were put away, Damon could do nothing but stare at Elena's bare legs as she sat on the barstool. Those legs went on for miles and all he could do was imagine them locked around his waist. She cleared her throat and his eyes jumped up to hers before he gave her a cheeky grin.

"Is there a bathtub?" he asked when her brows quirked along with her playful smirk of question.

Elena smiled and nodded. "I guess I should have given you a tour first," she said and extended her hand for him to take. When he did, she led him around the house, showing him each room. Once upstairs, she paused outside one of the doors.

"Elena?"

"That was my parents' room. We were supposed to come back and pack it all up, but we just couldn't do it. Everything's the same as when they were..."

Damon heard the slight waver in her voice and looped an arm around her waist. "You don't have to show me."

She shook her head. "I have to go in there otherwise I'm going to spend the entire weekend thinking about it. And you wanted to take a bath, remember?" She added the last part with a small smile.

Damon gave a firm nod and linked their fingers together. "I'll be right here."

Elena took a deep breath and reached for the knob. When the room was open, she peered inside, her eyes instantly watering at the sight of her parents' things that occupied the room. She could even smell her mother's perfume in the air and a hint of her father's cologne. Gently, she took a step inside was hit by a rush of emotions; sadness, happiness, and a bit of guilt just to name a few. "Just as they left it," she whispered.

Damon watched her as she walked around the room, looking at all the memorabilia of her parents. He saw her look at the closet and smile to herself. "What's so funny about a closet?"

She moved to the door and looked inside at the clothes still hanging there. "When I was younger, probably ten or eleven, Jeremy and I would play hide and seek. I was hiding in the closet and Jer was supposed to find me. Later I found out that Dad had stopped Jer downstairs to talk. After waiting for so long I decided to come out, but when I reached for the door my mom opened it and she screamed." She paused to savor the memory. The look on her mother's face was priceless. "Everything that she was carrying went flying and I was on the floor laughing so hard."

Damon wrapped his arms around her and laid his head on her shoulder. She placed her hands on his arm and tilted her head to the side as his lips found her neck. She felt her eyes flutter as each kiss made her body come alive. As she felt the faintest scrape of teeth against her flesh, she turned in his arms to kiss him properly. Damon grinned into the kiss and before pulling away. "You keep looking around, I'm going to start a bath."

She nodded, knowing that he wanted her to join him in the tub. It filled her head with naughty images because she was sure a bath with him wouldn't result in much cleansing. Shaking her head, Elena was brought back to the present, finding herself staring at her parents' clothes with a sly grin on her face. She left the closet to inspect the bedroom again, running her fingers over various items.

It wasn't until Damon came back into the bedroom that she remembered he was there. She smiled at him, her eyes watery with unshed tears. He took her hand and led her to the bathroom. They stood in front of the tub, his arms secured around her waist. They stayed like that for a minute, letting the steam of the water warm the air as he held her. It wasn't until she broke away that he knew she was back to normal. Her moment of remembrance had passed and she was completely back in the present.

They undressed rather quickly as they weren't wearing much to begin with. Elena was the first to move into the water, hissing slightly at the heat. Damon stood behind her, helping her as they both sat. Her back rested against his chest and his arms locked around her middle. "This feels so good," she murmured, rubbing herself against him slightly as she adjusted.

"Yes it does," he agreed and raised his hands to cup her breasts.

Elena bit her lip against her smirk. She felt absolutely devilish being in here with him, but she also felt comfortable and relaxed. As one of his hands continued to trace circles around her hardened nipples, the other sank below the water to her core. She took a deep breath as his index finger slipped inside of her. There was nothing he loved more than watching her come for him, watching her reach pure bliss by the stroke of his fingers.

Elena's breathing became ragged and shallow, her hips angling upwards to give him better access. His thumb found her clit and massaged it slowly. He took his time building up her climax, wanting her to feel the pleasure throughout her entire body. Elena groaned and placed her hand over his, linking their fingers so she could squeeze them as she came.

When she had settled down, Damon removed his fingers and began tracing abstract patterns on every inch of her skin, lulling her into an almost sleep-like state of mind. After a long time of relaxing with one another, they decided it was time to get clean. They took their time washing each other, caressing and touching whenever they felt like it. When they were done, they got out of the tub and started drying themselves off.

"Thank you," she said, bringing his lips down to hers.

"For?"

"Bringing me here. I needed to see this place again and I'm very glad that you're here to make new memories with me. So thank you," she said again, caressing his neck.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," he returned, cupping her face before lowering his lips to hers for a passionate kiss, one that she could feel down to the tips of her toes. She wasn't sure if it was because they had shared blood earlier, but she felt closer to him than ever before. She grinned into the kiss as he moved her to the oversized vanity. He wedged himself between her thighs and entered her slowly. In that moment she realized just how much she realized she loved him and much he completed her. He was her soulmate in every possible way and she wouldn't want it any other way.