Wrong groomsmen
Elena stared at her reflection, as tailors fretted around her. She looked.. not ready. The wedding dress fitted her perfectly, capturing her tiny waist and round bosom. But not in a forward way. The dress emphasised her absolute beauty and virtue. It was off white and lacy and had a long train. Her curls were hidden behind a veil.
"Oh, Elena! You look incredible. Master Lockwood will adore you," her mother breathed next to her.
Elena looked over at Miranda Gilbert to see tears shining in her eyes.
Yes, for her mother it was all working out beautifully. She would become even richer because of this marriage and society would look up to their family. But Elena felt like screaming. For her, the wedding dress for her emphasized how much she didn't want any of this. How young she was. How she wanted to see the world; a world Master Lockwood would never show her. He would keep her in these circles. Well mannered. Well spoken.. A trophy wife.
Elena wondered how his touch would feel. Would it make her shiver as much as Damon's? Would he take her to high places, before making her crash down deliciously? Or would she be a means to an end? A way to produce children.. heirs..
"I can only imagine how excited you must be. I remember my jitters before marrying your father. It will be so perfect, Elena," her mother doted.
Elena gave her a small smile. She needed time to contemplate this. It was really over. In just a few minutes, she would be Mrs. Lockwood. She would have to put Damon Salvatore out of her mind.
"I'm going to sit down with the guests, darling. The tailors will make some last adjustments and then you're ready to walk down the aisle."
Elena watched her mother go. Couldn't she see that her daughter didn't want this?
"Could you all please excuse me for a moment? I need some alone time," she dismissed the tailors.
"Miss Gilbert, we need to finish this. You're getting married in a few minutes," one of the tailors told her.
"I'm well aware of that! Leave me be!" she snapped.
The tailors hurried from her room, appalled at her unladylike behaviour. Elena didn't care. She felt like she was suffocating. All of her hopes and dreams would crash after today.
Outside of her room, she could hear the music starting. It was her cue to come out of hiding and marry Master Lockwood. She wrenched her hands together in front of her. Would he be gentle with her? Oh, she didn't want him touching her. The thought made her queasy.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the room and stared at the entourage to her right. Hundreds of people were finely dressed, sitting in an incredibly decorated church. The minister stood at the very end of the aisle, along with Master Mason Lockwood. He smiled when his eyes landed on her, but the smile never reached his eyes. He didn't care for her. He just wanted her money.
All gazes fell on her as people became aware of her presence, expectant and waiting. Her mother and father were glowing as they looked at her.
"Elena," a deep, husky voice breathed next to her.
She turned her head in the direction of the voice and watched as Damon hovered just outside of the church. He eyed her wedding dress for a moment, before extending his hand, wanting her to take it. His fangs had elongated in the meantime. His eyes were dark and the veins had appeared beneath his eyes.
"Let me show you," he whispered to her.
Elena bolted upright, her heart hammering in her chest with her dream.
As she took in her surroundings, she realised she had fallen asleep at the quarry. The sun was still beating down on her, so she couldn't have slept long.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and wiped at her forehead, which had gone moist with both her dream and the heat. She knew exactly what the dream represented. She wanted to have a choice. She wanted the freedom to choose between married life or living her life in sin. Unfortunately, the choice had already been made for her. There was nothing she could do.
She eyed the lapping water of the quarry. Not too long ago, Damon had swum in there, before they had given each other pleasure. The water had seemed so cool against his naked skin. She was dying for that now.
Suddenly, she couldn't care less anymore. She was living by so many rules at the moment, she just wanted to break some. She wanted a little freedom, before Master Lockwood would lock her up in his gilded cage.
She scrambled to her feet and looked around for voyeurs, before giving a satisfied nod that she was indeed alone. She stepped out of her shoes, carefully peeled off her dress and finally slipped out of her undergarments. Luckily, she had skipped wearing a corset today.
She was amazed at how free she already felt; no barrier of fancy clothes, the wind blowing against her heated skin, making her nipples elongate with its' gentle caress. She stood naked in front of the cool water for a second, before finally wading in.
It was heaven on earth.
She dipped her head beneath the surface, enjoying the drops of water sliding between her heavy curls. No wonder Damon had done this. The water caressed every inch of her body, tickling that patch between her legs. It actually made her blush a little. If her mother knew that she was out here in the water without a bathing suit…
Elena giggled with her train of thought. She felt so naughty.
She swam a few more laps, before a voice interrupted her free time in the water.
"Well, well. Would you look at that. Miss Gilbert in the water without any piece of cloth. I am shocked!"
Elena glared at Damon. He always seemed to be there when she was alone. Was he following her or something?
"Would you mind giving me some privacy?" she snapped at him.
Damon deliberately sat down, making himself at home.
"Privacy? Why, Miss Gilbert, this is a public place. If you wanted privacy, you should have taken a swim in your bathtub," he teased.
O, that man was infuriating!
"Damon, come on! Leave!"
Damon smirked.
"Nope."
Elena let out a deep, angry breath. Now what?
"I can sit here all day, Elena. It's just a matter of time before you have to come out of that water. The sun will set.. it will get colder.. you have to meet your father's curfew.. Just to name a few," Damon winked at her.
Elena felt herself boiling with anger. Fine! If he wanted to play it that way..
She made her way back towards dry land, not even bothering to cover herself up. As she got out of the water, she stood firmly and confidently in front of him, drops of water dripping down her body. She watched Damon's eyes widen slightly, but he quickly composed himself.
He took his time to take in her form, his eyes languidly sliding over her breasts, down her belly towards the patch of pubic hair between her legs.
"You really are an exquisite woman," he flirted.
Elena tried to remain aloof.
"Would you mind handing me my clothes?" she said in a bored manner.
Damon got to his feet and once again, the smirk was back in place.
"Why would I do that? This looks so much better on you."
He placed his finger at the little dip at the base of her throat. He circled it a few times, before sliding his finger down between her breasts, circling her navel and stopping just short of her pubic hair. He let his finger rest there, looking into her eyes and letting out a cocky little laugh.
Elena tried to look cool and poised, even though her inner muscles clenched at his ministrations. This man needed a taste of his own medicine. She needed to become more arrogant with him, if she wanted to learn about his plans for her and her family.
She took a deep breath and looked him dead in the eye.
"You want it, don't you?" she whispered seductively.
Damon blinked, the smirk sliding form his face.
"You want to bury yourself inside of me."
Damon tried to compose himself again.
"I think we've already established that I want to fuck you," he threw at her.
Elena shook her head and stepped closer to him, smiling up at him coyly from underneath her lashes.
"You don't just want to fuck me. You want to own me. You want to posses every inch of me; mind and body. You want me to be yours. That's why you haven't killed me yet. You've had plenty of opportunity to do it. You've threatened me with it. But you never followed through on it. I watched you kill a man. I could be a danger to you if I ever went to anyone with this information. But you didn't do it," she confronted him.
Damon's eyes darkened and he lifted his hand to fist her hair, pulling her even closer so that their lips were nearly touching.
"Don't be foolish, little girl. I could take you down in a heartbeat, if I so choose," he threatened.
Elena's heart pounded in her throat.
'What are you doing, provoking a dangerous monster like this?' her mind yelled at her.
But she wasn't backing down.
"Then do it," she challenged him. "If I am nothing but a plaything for you, kill me."
They stared into each other's eyes, one challenging the other to back down. Elena could feel Damon's hand tightening in her hair. It hurt, but she didn't care. She was winning this, end of story.
She could see Damon's fangs elongating, his eyes darkening… He was hissing at her. He was willing her to be afraid. But she wasn't. Not of him. Not anymore.
The air crackled around them, charging with something neither of them really understood. And then it happened.
He crushed his lips to hers, kissing her frantically. His hand pulled on her hair, tilting her head upwards for better access. His other hand grabbed her naked behind, pulling her into him. She could already feel him straining against his pants, ready to take her.
She wanted him. She wanted him like nothing else. She realised in that moment she was going to let him do it. She was going to let him take her.
Her hands gripped his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. Then, she attacked his chest with her lips, nipping at his skin. Damon growled above her; a noise that turned her on immensely. His chest was perfect. All pale and flexing muscles. She licked his flat nipples, enjoying his taste. Damon had been wrong. HE was the exquisite one.
Damon hauled her up again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, while he slid a finger between her folds. Elena mewled as he pushed inside of her. The heel of his hand rubbed deliciously against that sweet little button between her legs.
"You're always so wet for me," Damon breathed.
Suddenly, there was a whoosh and Elena felt herself being pushed up against a tree. How did he do that? The perks of being a vampire…
His hand continued its' incredible torment, while his other hand went to work on his pants. Elena pushed herself against him in abandon, not caring one bit about her behaviour. She knew in that moment that Master Lockwood would never make her feel like this. If she waited for him to take her virginity, it would be cold and sterile. And maybe painful.
Damon's erection sprang free and Elena eyed it warily. Would he cause her pain? Maybe, but not without a lot of pleasure. She reached down between them and carefully touched him. It still amazed her how something so hard could feel like velvet at the same time.
Damon stared deeply into her eyes as they pleasured each other with their hands. Elena found it difficult to keep their connection as her eyes fluttered shut several times.
"Keep your eyes open!" he growled at her.
He curled a finger inside of her, hitting a spot that made her knees almost buckle. She could feel how wet she was becoming. He continued pumping his finger inside of her, adding another. It made her feel so full. She could hardly imagine how it would feel if HE was inside of her!
His fingers sped up, continually hitting that spot inside of her, while his palm kept on pleasing her nub. It was all too much. She closed her eyes and gave a silent scream as she came violently against him. Before the tremors subsided, he lifted her up and onto his erection.
Her eyes flew open as he filled her, pushing past her maidenhead in one swift thrust. She could feel a strong pinching feeling from deep inside of her. It only hurt a little, the tremors from her orgasm distracting her.
Damon leaned his forehead against her, letting her adjust for a moment.
"Fuck, you're tight!" he rasped.
It wasn't long before he began to move; long, deep thrusts that filled her to the brink. The stretching sensation began to feel good. Elena noticed how each push forward from him allowed a wave of pleasure to fill her body. It wasn't long before she pushed back against him, moaning softly at his invasion.
The bark of the tree scraped against her back on each thrust. It hurt a little, but for some reason it only added to her pleasure. She threw her head back. She was close.
Suddenly, Damon pulled out of her and set her back on the ground, before turning her around, facing the tree.
"Damon, what..?" Elena whispered in confusion.
But before she had a chance to finish her sentence, he pushed back into her from behind. He set up a brutal, punishing rhythm.
"Aah!" Elena groaned loudly.
She was lost; lost in the sensation that was Damon Salvatore and his wicked way with women. He drew her so close to the brink and back again, before building her up slowly all over again. Each time the building was more intense. Finally, Elena couldn't take it anymore. She was mindless with pleasure and the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them: "Bite me!"
Damon froze for a second, but it didn't take long. He began pounding mercifully into her, while ripping his fangs into her neck. She could feel the long gulps he took all the way down where his manhood was buried. It sent her headfirst into the most intense orgasm she ever had. Her legs couldn't support her anymore and she toppled to the ground, Damon going down with her and still thrusting.
Finally, he also came and collapsed on top of her.
Elena must have blacked out for a moment, because the next thing she knew, she was lying in the soft grass on her back and Damon was already getting dressed. She eyed him with a smile.
"Is it always like that?" she whispered in awe.
Damon looked up at her, his eyes cold and detached.
"It was a good fuck," he simply stated.
Elena's smile fell from her face. She knew what he was doing. He was pulling away again, pretending nothing mattered to him. She scrambled to her feet and stood in front of him.
"That's what it was all about in the beginning. But not anymore, is it?" she questioned him. "You came to our family because my dad has something you want. You infiltrated his little club of vampire haters. When you saw me, you knew you had the perfect leverage. You would seduce and turn his daughter into the one thing that would disgust him the most. Unless he gave you what it is you want. But something changed, didn't it? You feel it too. That pull between us."
Damon blinked, but his eyes remained stony.
"You have no idea what you're talking about, little girl. Go back to your gilded cage life, marry the poor bastard and keep your nose out of my business!" he snapped.
He turned around and walked away.
But Elena knew she had him. She had a detail of his plan. It would only be a matter of time before she learned the rest…
A/N: Yay! I am back and doing better! I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Thank you all for sticking with me and this story. I am not the best replier when it comes to reviews, but do know that each and every one put a smile on my face. Again, thank you!
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