My dark corrupter
She could feel lips ghosting over her skin; lips that belonged to a powerful being. He was a demon; her dark corrupter. He killed people with his bare hands, ripped into them with his teeth. But he brought her to joy with his lips.
They trailed across her abdomen now, releasing puffs of air that caused her skin to break out in goose bumps. This man knew exactly what he was doing.
"Please," she could hear herself whispering in the dark.
His chuckle vibrated against her skin but he never said anything. Instead, he went even lower.
She was naked underneath the sheets, she could feel it. There was nothing stopping him from taking her; taking everything that was innocent about her. And she would let him, she knew that. She was letting him corrupt her willingly. Knowingly.
She couldn't break the hold he had on her. She wanted him. She wanted every aspect; she wanted the darkness. The darkness thrilled her to no end. She had to follow him; she had to know what it was like.
His lips closed around that area that always throbbed when he touched her and her hips catapulted from the bed.
"Easy," she could hear his voice from under the sheets.
He put his hand on her abdomen to keep her in place, while his lips continued his assault on her nether regions.
What he was doing was so vulgar! But it felt like heaven. She could feel his tongue giving a long lick from bottom to top, ending back to where all her nerves seemed to come together. He circled around it, making her coo nonsense.
When his tongue entered her, she felt her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the intimacy. She could feel him slowly drawing in and out, making her hips grind herself against his talented mouth on their own accord.
"Damon," she cried out into the night.
Damon was ruthless. He avoided her sweet spot completely now, only kissing and licking her lips. Sweat was running down her back from being kept high strung. She was drenching the sheets. Her head flung from side to side and her hands flew to his dark locks under the sheets, her fingers burying themselves in it.
He had to touch it. He had to touch that spot! She knew that when he would, she would finally come apart. She would soar across that edge and explode into a million pieces. She just needed one lick. One..
"O MY GOD!"
Her world seemed to tilt on its axes when he took her nub into his mouth and gave it a hard suck. She didn't just explode, she combusted on the spot. It was like an intense inferno that took over her body.
When she finally regained some control, he was staring into her eyes, smirking. But it wasn't his usual smirk. This one had a dangerous gleam to it.
Elena swallowed in fear as his face began to change. Dark veins appeared under his eyes, not quite taking away his beauty, but making the dark power in him known.
He had her trapped. His body was pinning her down so she wouldn't go anywhere.
His fangs lengthened and she could hear growls coming from deep inside of his throat. Then, he charged forward, making her scream….
Elena flew up in her bed, her heart beating a mile a minute. When she looked around the room, he wasn't there. It was light outside, making the sun shine through her bedroom window. It had all been a dream.
She could feel the wetness between her legs; a leftover from her the deliciously sinful things done to her in her mind. Her breast felt full and heavy and her chest was heaving with her gasps for breath. She blamed Caroline. She had been the one to tell her about kissing between legs and everything. Her brain had been on overload since then.
It didn't help that she hadn't seen Damon in weeks, not since their hot encounter in the carriage. Her body was screaming for it now. Ever since he had introduced her to that feeling, she became addicted. She wanted it. She had even gone as far as letting her hands wander down between her legs. But she had quickly become embarrassed. The truth was, she didn't even know what she was doing. Not like he did.
It was wrong for her to want a monster! She wasn't supposed to have these preposterous feelings! Why couldn't a decent man set her on fire? Why did it have to be him?
She wondered how many women he had tormented like this. Did he enjoy making them want him? Did he enjoy getting under their skin and plaguing their thoughts? Did he make them orgasm and use them for his own personal pleasure?
She had to forget about him. She was promised to another man.
She came out of her bed and called for her maid to help her get ready to face a new day.
An hour later, she was sitting at the dining table eating her breakfast, when piano music resounded through the house. It made her frown. Nobody in this house knew how to play. The piano was mostly for decoration.
Curious, she made her way to the recreation room that held the piano. What she saw there shocked her.
The man that had haunted her dreams last night was back at her house. And he was playing the piano without a care in the world. She watched mesmerized as his lean fingers flew over the piano keys.
The music he played was heavenly and Elena wondered how a dark and vile creature such as himself could create something so beautiful. Those hands that killed people were making magic now and Elena stood transfixed.
"Hello Elena," Damon said suddenly, without turning around to face her.
It made Elena jump. How had he known she was there? He had never seen her; he had never turned around. And the music had drowned out her approach.
She walked a bit further into the room, eyeing him carefully. He turned his head to look at her and winked, making her blush profusely.
"That was beautiful," she told him.
Damon grinned.
"I know. I've been around a long time to perfect this," he said cockily.
"How long?" Elena blurted out.
The truth was, she had always wondered just how old he was. His appearance would never change, so she couldn't go on that. When was he born? When did he become a vampire?
Damon gave her a lopsided smile.
"I'm not going to tell you my age, Elena."
Elena came a bit closer, examining his features. The fact that he would forever remain this attractive caused a flutter in her belly. She could feel her body beginning to betray her again. It was screaming out in agony, waiting for his touch.
"When were you turned, then? I won't tell a soul. I promise," she tried.
Damon looked her up and down, making Elena squirm a bit under his lingering gaze.
"I know you won't tell a soul. I made sure of that," he said darkly.
Elena squinted her eyes at him. What did he mean; he had made sure that she would never tell anyone? Was he playing with her again?
"Do you still have family somewhere? Are they still alive?" she continued.
She needed to know something about him. He was such a mystery.
Damon looked her dead in the eye.
"I killed my family, Elena."
Elena could feel a cold settle in her body as he gazed at her unfazed. He had killed them? She understood that he was a monster, but why would anyone kill their family? Her suspicions about him were true then, He really didn't care.
"Why are you standing all the way over there, Elena. Come closer. I'll teach you how to play," he changed the subject.
His intense blue eyes stared at her and for some reason she couldn't resist him. Her feet moved towards him on their own accord. He scooted over so she could sit next to him.
When Elena sat down he took one of her hands in his and examined it. Her heart began to beat faster as his fingers slid across her palm.
"Your hands are perfect for it," he whispered. "Long, lean fingers. When you play an instrument, you have to become in tune with it. You have to feel it underneath your fingertips. If you touch it the right way, it will create incredible noises for you. It will sing for you."
Elena was locked in his stare, while his fingertips stroked her palm in the most erotic way she had ever experienced. She had no idea hand touching could make her feel so.. hot. And his words.. Somehow she had this feeling they weren't just talking about the piano anymore.
He leaned forward suddenly and gently kissed the pad of her thumb. The action caused her to release a whiny moan.
But he didn't stop there. He made sure to gently kiss every single one of her fingers, before taking the tip of her index finger in his mouth and started sucking on it. She felt the suckling motion shoot all the way down to her belly, making it clench in desire.
"Damon," she breathed.
"Tell me you want me," he told her as he released her finger.
His eyes bore into hers, burning her with the heat in them.
"I want you," she found herself whispering.
Damon gave her his trademark smirk, before guiding the hand he was still holding towards his obviously swollen crotch.
Elena gasped at his bold actions, wanting to pull her hand away. But he held her there.
"Do you feel that, Elena? That's how hot you make me. I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days."
Elena trembled with his insanely hot, but improper words. She was actually beginning to wonder what it would be like. She knew it could never happen; she needed to stay pure for her future husband. But it didn't stop her from wanting things from him that he wasn't supposed to give.
He leaned forward suddenly and captured her lips, while still holding her hand firmly in place against his hard member.
It occurred to Elena that they had never kissed before. Yes, they had done other intimate things. But never this. It was beyond anything she could have ever imagined. She had kissed her childhood friend Oliver once. But it had been a quick peck to the lips.
Damon took things to a whole other level where kissing was concerned. It wasn't a quick peck. He almost made love to her lips, wetting them with his, before sliding his tongue deep inside the hot cavern of her mouth.
Many feelings rushed over Elena as soon as his tongue swirled around hers; want, need, lust and maybe also a little fear at what he could awaken inside of her. She had no idea this wanton side of her existed. It only came out when he was around.
It thrilled her to no end.
Her free hand clutched onto his blouse, wanting him as close as possible. Her other hand started massaging him through his pants, his hand on top of hers guiding her through it.
She almost prided herself as he began to moan softly with her ministrations. It was making her bold, kissing him back with equal fervour. She almost started rubbing herself against the piano stool with how hot this made her.
Suddenly, Damon pulled back, breathing harshly.
"What's wrong?" Elena asked him with a frown.
As soon as she had said it, she could hear footsteps approaching, making her realising why he had stopped. They weren't alone.
"Ah, Mr. Salvatore. I am so sorry you had to wait. I hope my daughter didn't bother you too much?" Grayson Gilbert said as he spotted them together at the piano.
Elena wanted to scowl at him. What did he mean with bothering Damon? He was the one that always came after her!
"Hardly, Mr. Gilbert. Your daughter is a lovely girl. I was teaching her some piano moves," Damon answered, giving Elena a knowing look with what he meant by those words.
"How kind of you. I finished with my previous task. You can step into my office now."
Damon nodded at Elena's father and took a deep breath, obviously trying to control his erection. They both watched as Mr. Gilbert made his way back towards his office, expecting Damon to follow him.
"This isn't over yet. We'll finish this some other time," he told her.
He took her hand in his and softly pressed his lips to her heated skin.
"I'll see you later," he rasped.
After that, he walked away…
Elena could not believe how frustrated he had left her! She wanted to climb the walls! If he didn't touch her soon she was going to burst!
It had now been hours since their encounter at the piano. She was pacing the library like a lioness, ready to jump at its prey. Only she was the one that was the prey here. It was very clear to her that Damon was the hunter, ready to devour her and tear her apart if he had the chance.
She had come here to read and relax, but her sex would not stop reminding her of how much she needed that man to give her bliss. She was so high strung, she wanted to scream!
He was going to leave her like this. Who knew when she would see him again? She knew nothing about him. She didn't even know why he was constantly at her house. It wasn't because of her, that was for sure. He needed something from her father. She was really curious as to what that was.
She spotted Master Logan Fell walking up to her door from the window. Her father seemed to have a lot of appointments today. O well. That didn't concern her.
She sat down on the couch and tried to get back to reading her book…
A noise woke her up. She didn't even know she had fallen asleep. But when she opened her eyes, the library was dark, indicating that she had missed a few hours. The book she had been reading had fallen down on the floor and she bent over to pick it up.
Another noise alarmed her and she shot up, searching the dark room with her eyes. She had never even realised that the library was such a spooky place to be in after dark. Pale moonlight was streaming through the windows, illuminating the books in an eerie glow. There were frightening shadows on the wall from the trees of the garden.
She quickly got up from the couch and placed the book on the reading table. Time to leave.
It was then that she noticed two shadows outside of the window.
Someone was in her garden.
Her curiosity got the best of her and she snuck up to the window, trying to see what was going on. Her eyes widened when she spotted Master Logan Fell and Damon. They seemed to be fighting about something. Master Fell was making rushed gestures with his hand at Damon.
Elena pressed her face against the glass, trying to see better.
They were secluded by a lot of trees and bushes. This room was probably the only place they could be seen from. But Elena wasn't going to make herself known. She wanted to know what was going on.
She gasped as Master Fell took a swing at Damon, something Damon blocked easily. He grabbed hold of Master Fell's fist and almost crushed it with his death grip. It made Elena a little afraid for the man. He really shouldn't make a vampire angry!
No sooner had the thought left her, when Damon's visage changed and surged forward. His teeth ripped into the other man's neck.
"O my god!" Elena gasped in shock.
Master Fell's eyes widened in pain. It looked very different from the way Damon had bitten her. But she knew that this.. this wasn't for pleasure. Damon was going in for the kill.
Her stomach turned at the sight. She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming. No one could know that she was here!
She watched as Master Fell's lifeless body fell to the ground. Damon dropped him unceremoniously and straightened his shoulders as if nothing had happened. He seemed unfazed.
She didn't understand. How could this man be so passionate one minute and a cold blooded killer the next? How could someone with an angelic face be so demonic?
Damon's back tensed suddenly and before she knew it he had turned around, staring straight into her eyes. She had been caught…
A/N: I promised two things last chapter. One: I would show you a darker Damon. I hope I did that with the end. He can't be all sweet and kind. He is a vampire. And he certainly has his reasons for being at the Gilbert Estate. I am slowly getting to that. Two: I would get into his past. I know I didn't really get into it too much. I just let him reveal that he had killed his family. I figured he wouldn't tell Elena anything about his past this early on. It is slowly being revealed, just like his reasons for being at the house. But when I let him say he had killed his family, I was trying to point out that I don't feel like entering either Stefan or Giuseppe in this story. The story is about the slow corruption of Elena and the different aspects of a vampire's bite. I hope I didn't disappoint you.
Now what will happen next chapter? How will Damon react to Elena witnessing him murdering Logan Fell?
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