SORRY FOR THE WAIT! I PROMISE I DIDN'T MEAN TO! Honestly? I got very distracted watching any and all Doctor Who episodes and re-watching TVD. LITERALLY CANNOT WAIT UNTIL THURSDAY EVENING/FRIDAY MORNING.

Anyway, tell me what you think. You guys have actually been amazing about reviews. It means the World.

I'm going to try and write the next one now so i get it to you soon, but I'm not sure how much of that is actually going to happen.

Chapter 4

SHE WAS SO FUCKING INFURIATING!

Ugh. What the hell was wrong with him? For God sake man; Damon Salvatore doesn't think about anyone unless they're in extremely compromising positions. But this fucking Elena chick had him all stressed out. Of course, he was constantly imagining her in all kinds of scenarios, but the disturbing part was, that either he was submissive, or they didn't even have sex. They just talked. What the fuck is that? That's just not normal.

So, naturally, after Elena's incredibly frustrating performance that evening, something had to be done about his…situation. As soon as Elena had left, leaving a very aroused Damon Salvatore in his bed, alone, he knew what must be done. But how fucking twisted was this? He was literally in bed with a hard on, because some random chick had ground against him, obviously seriously wet, and then just left him there. He had never, in all his years on Earth, met someone who could leave having felt how incredibly huge he was when he was hard. It just hadn't seemed logical. But this Elena Gilbert girl, (nay, woman; because although she may appear to be adorable and innocent, there is a fire within her that he is dying to explore) has done precisely that. She has defied all reasoning, and rejected the opportunity of hot, meaningless, passionate sex with Damon Salvatore. Mind officially fucked.

He wasn't used to this. Damon was more an action-man than a thinker. He wasn't accustomed to being deep in though, so deep in fact, that he had literally temporarily forgotten about his almost painful arousal. This had to end. Damon decided these feelings were creeping him out. And it needed to stop. Images of Elena's chest pressed against him and extracts of a memory of her wet core gyrating on his tight crotch filled his mind as he began to run a hand through his hair and proceeded to relax. His other hand moved down his body, remembering the feeling of Elena's touch and his body's reaction under her delicate fingers.

Damon traced his hands down the hard contours of his chest and stomach and reached for his hardness. Fantasies of Elena, naked, wrapped around his body flooded his mind as he began to move his hand up and down on his cock.

Elena was stood in front of him, naked, willing, wanting. He shoved her harshly down onto the bed and was instantly on top of her, only slightly supporting his weight so Elena felt the most the majority of it. She grabbed his neck and pulled his head slowly down for a tender kiss. Damon tried to add passion to the kiss, but she was stubborn and fought to keep it loving. Damon was enjoying it, and it was frustrating. Clearly kissing wasn't working. He then imagined Elena's hands moving down his body, with fiery kisses trailing after them, worshipping his sculptured muscles. But before Damon felt any real urgency behind her actions, she began rub delicate circles on his chest in various modest places. Extremely frustrated with the intimacy of her actions, and his pleasure he was receiving from them, he harshly grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.

Damon then started moving down her body, brimming with soft skin and seductive curves. He payed glorious attention to her heaving chest and was beyond pleased with her obvious reaction to him as he dipped his hand down her body and felt how wet she was. He moaned lightly at the sensation of her arousal coating his fingers and proceeded to add one finger into her. He almost came right then imagining how tight she'd be, but he persevered and remained in control as he inserted a second and picked up the pace of his thrusts. Continuing his excellent handy work on her inner walls, he moved his second hand down to pay divine attention to her clit. Elena was writing beneath him, hands still above her head until he lightly bit down on her rock hard nipple when she instantly brought her hands to his head, holding him there. He sucked and nibbled on both of her breasts, providing them both with blissful attention, as Elena's breathing began to even out and she started to twirl Damon's hair in-between her fingers. He pulled back from Elena's body and looked into her eyes; her gorgeous, stunning, soulful eyes; full of life, fire, love. They were alight and even though her mouth wasn't showing it, she was smiling. Beaming in fact. The image of Elena's glorious lustful body beneath him, mixed with the absolute beauty that was her being, made Damon come undone as he sped his movements and released on his bed. Alone.

What. The. Fuck. Was. That?

Initially, it had been like any other fantasies he's had; a gorgeous woman he could worship and make them feel better than they ever thought possible. That's what turned Damon on. Men always say 'I get off when you get off', but they're talking shit; but Damon, well that's a legitimate fact. He assumes it's because he has an enormous ego, and well, seeing women completely lose themselves under his actions is the most effective way to boost an ego. 'Ugh, I'm getting off topic', Damon thought. He was considering how this had started normally. Yet with some differences; there had initially been moments of intimacy and kindness, and he had enjoyed them. This disturbed Damon deeply. He wasn't exactly one to express or enjoy the expression of feelings, either verbally or physically. However it was how his fantasy ended that confused and angered him the most: he had come to the image of her eyes. The fuck?

Yes, they were beautiful. Yes, she was stunning. Yes, she was the most glorious creature in the history of everything. But her eyes? She was lying underneath him, waiting and dripping wet, and he'd been pushed over the edge into a blissful blur by the image of her happy eyes.

Well. That's confusing as fuck.

Damon decided it was probably nothing. He was definitely overanalysing things. It was just a weird brain moment or something. It is officially dismissed. Never to be thought of again. Then why couldn't he stop thinking about it?

She is so fucking annoying. Even when she isn't here. He knows nothing, bar the name, of this girl, and he's having fucking fantasies about her eyes? They surely have to be the least sexual part of a woman's body. Right? But then that doesn't explain anything. Today was the first day he'd even spoken to her properly. Sure, he knows he makes her nervous and weird around him; she blushes every time he opens his mouth or shows some skin. And then when he first saw her; she was so adorable.

Wait what? Adorable? What the fuck is she? A cat? No, women aren't adorable. They're sexy, and sexual, and seductive. They are sex, and that's what it's meant to be. They're not cute or loving or sweet and they're definitely not adorable. Then why was he picturing her giggling face when those words came to mind?

'THAT'S IT DAMON!' He yelled at himself aloud. 'STOP FUCKING THINKING ABOUT HER! SHE'S NO ONE! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER. YOU DON'T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK ABOUT HER. JUST GO TO FUCKING SLEEP AND STOP THINKING ALL TOGETHER.'

She was gracious enough to leave his mind for an hour, giving him time to prepare for bed and drift to sleep. But just as he was about to enter the realm of fantasy, her face appeared - happy and giggling. And Damon Salvatore fell asleep smiling.

LOVE YOU. MESSAGE ME BECAUSE I'M LONELY. I joke...