Hey, first off: Thank you so much for the reviews, they were so ego-boosting :) Sorry it took a while for the update, but i figured some people wait like 3 months for one, so you can wait a few days :)

Anyway, I thought it was about time we see some Delena action, although we're not done with the foreplay just yet. Sorry it's a little short, but the next should be longer. Enjoy.

OH and I own nothing. Obviously. Otherwise I'd be pretty fcking rich. So yeah xx

Chapter 3

Last night was the first time Elena had dreamt of Damon Salvatore; and what a dream it was:

Elena was in a pitch black room. She couldn't see anything. She couldn't hear anything. She swung her arms around, and yes, she couldn't feel anything. That's when it hit her. She couldn't feel anything? Due to the intense absence of light, Elena couldn't even see her hand in front of her face, so she moved her hand over her body and her theory was proved correct. She was naked. Elena was naked. In an empty room. Alone. This isn't normal. Elena never dreamt of anything sexual, and from her attire, or lack of it, she was guessing that's where her dream was headed.

Although all her other senses have proved useless, Elena did catch the scent of something. It smelt like leather and scotch. The aroma was familiar, but it wasn't in a comforting way like freshly mown grass or a parents' routine perfume. No, this smell evoked completely the opposite kinds of emotions in her. Her heart rate began to race and she felt her body heat up. It was all very confusing. She'd never reacted so dramatically to a single scent before, especially one that Elena couldn't fully recognise. However her mind clicked into overdrive at the break of silence, as she instantly registered the sound, and connected it to the heavenly smell.

'Hello Elena.'

Damon Salvatore. Oh she should have known. It was irritating how obvious it was now. Elena span to where she registered the noise from, and strained her eyes in the darkness, only to be rewarded with, if it were possible, less light. She span again, searching the shadow, not daring to move further that two steps for fear she'd fall and completely embarrass herself. Then she imagined what she must look like. Naked. Spinning in a ridiculous manner. Frantically searching with outstretched arms. Oh dear. She was beginning to become increasingly irritated, and would have yelled at him, wherever he was, if it weren't for the pool of heat that was gathering between her legs, apparently sparked by Damon's alluring voice. Instead, she just about managed: 'Do you mind telling me why I am naked?'

Elena heard a low chuckle, and struggled to find the source. She covered her exposed body with her hands, even though she was sure he couldn't see her in the darkness, to preserve her modesty; however the friction she created when her arms grazed her nipples caused a low moan to escape her lips.

'Well,' Elena heard, sensing the smirk on his face of sex 'it makes it easier, wouldn't you agree?'

Elena swallowed. Loudly. The sound echoing throughout the room. She moved her hands to the side, she figured he couldn't see her anyway. Besides, the temptation to touch herself and relieve the low ache in her belly was beginning to be unbearable. 'Makes what easier?' Elena whispered shakily, knowing full well he'd hear her in the silence.

Instead of the snide and vulgar reply she was expecting, because she knew what the answer would be, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind her. Startled, Elena started forwards, attempting to rid herself of this surprise, but Damon only held her tighter. She felt his warm breath on her neck as he whispered 'Makes this easier'.

Elena didn't have time to question as to what he meant, nor did she need more time, because a second after his statement, Damon traced his fingers with a feather light touch down Elena's back. Without a pause, he reached between her legs and moved his finger between her folds. Elena exhaled a shaky breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding, along with a pleasured moan. In doing this, she drew Damon's attention to her chest. His free hand moved up from her stomach and traced her skin upwards until he reached the underside of her breasts, cupping them gently as his right hand continues to stroke her core. How was she so wet? This was too creepy to be turned on by, right? Her body seemed to disagree, as it writhed and ground down on Damon's hand. He groaned against her ear as he felt her respond and nibbled and sucked on her ear. As his hands continued kneading and pulsing, he began to kiss and lick down her neck, enjoying the way she shivered beneath his touch. Paying more attention to her obvious ache as her breathing was frantic and was mumbling 'Please Damon' over and over again, he circled her entrance with his finger. Before he thrust the digit inside her, he returned his lips to her ear and breathed 'This is what you were missing.' And with that, he entered her powerfully, making Elena cry out. Finally, he started to drive in and out of her as his thumb made delicious movements over her pulsing clit. Elena was blissful, whimpering at the immense pleasure she was feeling. Damon's hands making her body glow with erotic joy as his lips worshiped her neck. Elena turned her head to look up, but she still couldn't see throughout the darkness.

That was when the room lightened slightly, and the previous darkness was replaced with a low glow, similar to one from a flickering candle. She could see now. She smelt. She heard. And God did she feel. She looked up into his eyes and saw her own eyes darken with lust in his ice blue ones. Now she could taste too, as they leaned into each other and shared a deep kiss brimming with passion. He tasted like he smelt: like Damon. She moaned into his mouth as he added a second finger to his pumping and increased the speed on her bundle of nerves. She had to release his mouth for fear of collapsing due to lack of oxygen.

Damon moved his hand from her breast, a smirk gracing his face when she glared at him, and cupped her face in his hands turning her to look in front of her. Elena had thought she couldn't possibly be more aroused, but she had been incorrect. In front of her, stood a large and ornate full length mirror. She briefly thanked God she hadn't walked too far, otherwise she would had received 7 years bad luck. Her train of thought was immediately halted by the incredibly erotic image that stood before her. She barely recognised herself; her hair was cascading over her shoulders and framed her breasts which Damon had returned his hand to; her face was flushed and her mouth was open mid-moan; her eyes were alight with desire yet dark with lust; Damon's hands were massaging one of her breasts, roughly taking one of her nipples between his fingers and pulled on it; she watched it pluck back into place as he started on her other breast; but the most erotic part of the image, was Damon's fingers moving in and out of her dripping cunt and was rubbing her clit viciously causing her juices running down the inside of her legs.

Her breathing hitched as she threw her head back into his bare and sculpted chest as she felt her orgasm approaching; she began to clap around Damon's fingers, and just as she was about to explode in bliss, he withdrew.

Elena grabbed his hand and forced it back to contact with her skin, but he was stronger. He pulled away and held her hands so she couldn't finish herself. 'I don't like to be teased Elena', and with that, he disappeared.

Elena reflected on her dream, already feeling her body heat up at the memory. Even in her dreams, he was an arrogant ass. She remembered waking up in a pool of her arousal, and came, with little stimulation needed, on her own fingers with one thought in her mind: Damon Salvatore.

Review if you liked it, even if you didn't. I may be in need for some serious constructive criticism. Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be coming soon.