Happily ever after
"Don't you think it's time?"
Elena's head shot up in Master Lockwood's direction, her heart pounding in her throat. This was it. He was going to ask her, she was going to have to say yes and her chance at an adventurous life would be over.
"Elena," her suitor began. "I've courted you in public. Our parents want this union. All of Mystic Falls society is expecting this."
Okay, so he wasn't even going to be romantic about it. No 'I want to be with you.' No 'I love you.' Just 'Society is expecting this.'
She warily looked on as he produced a small box from his pocket. She was sure the ring would be lovely. The Lockwood's were known for their grandeur. Master Lockwood wasn't going to be subtle about it, she guessed. The ring would be big enough for the world to see.
"Miss Elena Gilbert, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
He looked at her with a grin, as if he already knew what her answer was going to be. As if she had already signed the deal. Inside, she was screaming. O, she wished with all of her might she could say no. She wanted to throw the ring back in his face and tell him and his money to take a hike! But if she did that, she would be thrown out of the inner circle of Mystic Falls. And quite frankly, where would she go if that happened? She would be all alone.
Her mind drifted to Damon. She hadn't heard anything from him for weeks now. It frustrated her. She had no idea what was going on in that man's head. Had he really only used her for sex and free blood? She had been so sure about his feelings for her, even if he wasn't. But his cold actions afterwards and his absence made her question her own actions that day.
Had it really been a smart idea to lose her virginity to a man as fickle as Damon Salvatore? He had never offered her anything. He hadn't promised to take her with him on adventures. He hadn't once said he fancied her. The only remark he had ever made regarding his feelings towards her was: "I want to fuck you." Well, he got his wish. Would her future husband notice her absent virginity once he took possession of her body?
"Elena, come on! Don't leave me hanging," Master Lockwood snapped, taking her back to the present.
Right, this man offered her everything a girl should want out of life. But she didn't want it. She wanted things no girl in these circles could ever have. She choked as she opened her mouth, producing a word that for her would mean her downfall. But she had no choice.
"Yes."
Master Lockwood's sickening grin reached his eyes as he took the ring out of its' box. Elena's stomach clenched as she watched the ring sparkle in the sun; it was a silver band with a sapphire, surrounded by small diamonds.
As her now betrothed slipped it on her finger, she wanted to weep. But not out of joy.
"There, that's settled. You will make a lovely wife, Elena. May I kiss you?"
They had never kissed. It would only be fair of her to say yes. After all, they were now engaged. Soon, he got to do as he wished with her anyway.
She slowly nodded and watched in utter despair as he brought his lips closer to hers. Would it feel the same as with Damon? She sincerely doubted it.
The moment Master Mason Lockwood's lips touched hers, her insides revolted. Her hands clenched at her sides as her betrothed took her face in his hands and his mouth nudged against hers. It was too wet, too calculated, too much of the wrong man. She wanted to punch her fists against his chest in an attempt to stop him. Master Lockwood never took in her distress as he proceeded to slide his tongue between her lips, eliciting a small moan from the back of his throat.
Elena felt tears prick in her eyes. If this was how awful she felt with a simple kiss, what would their wedding night be like?
Finally, he released her. He smiled down at her, clasping her hand in his and kissing it.
"Come, let's go and tell your father the good news…"
To say that Grayson Gilbert was pleased was the understatement of the year. He immediately sent word to all of Mystic Falls' society and ordered for a celebration. And it wasn't a small celebration either. Elena looked on as the Gilbert mansion filled up with people she hardly knew, but was sure were very important in the town's eyes.
She stood sulking in a corner, wearing a dark blue dress that left the shoulders bare. Her hair was curling loose down the side of her head. Her mother had said she looked stunning. However, Elena felt like a showcase tonight.
"I guess I won't ask you how you feel," a female voice joked next to her suddenly.
Elena immediately brightened up considerably at the sight of her best friend. She could sure use Caroline in situations like these. As children, whenever there was a boring party their parents were hosting, they would sneak off and get into worlds of mischief together. There had actually been a time Elena's parents were so annoyed with Caroline's influence over her, that they had threatened to the Forbes' to ban Caroline from their life if they didn't get their daughter's act together.
"I just wish we were children again and we could abandon this dreadful charade," Elena explained.
"Don't worry. I will join you in this wedding mess soon. I've heard my parents talking to Master Jeffrey Hamilton Lockwood. He wants to marry me."
Elena's eyes widened.
"Master Mason's horrible distant cousin?"
Caroline laughed humourlessly.
"That's the one. You know, at least you got an eye catcher out of this deal. And maybe he will treat you right. Jeffrey, on the other hand…"
Elena spotted tears appearing at the corners of Caroline's eyes. She immediately hugged her friend and prayed that the Forbes' would turn Master Hamilton Lockwood down.
"You know, on the bright side, we'll marry into the same family. We could get together on social gatherings and Christmas parties and such," she tried to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, maybe.."
"Miss Gilbert? I hear congratulations are in order," an all too familiar voice interrupted them.
Elena felt it was him, before she even turned her head. It was in the way her heart started pounding, her skin started prickling with his nearness and her legs threatened to give way. She slowly turned his way, being careful as to not show her feelings to anyone. This room was filled with people that would drop her like a hat if they learned of her relations with this man.
"Master Salvatore, how do you do?" she made with the pleasantries.
Damon took her hand in his and softly kissed her knuckles, causing Elena's throat to become dry. She should be angry at this man. She should stomp on his foot or kick his shin for having sex with her and then abandoning her. Instead, her heart seemed awfully pleased to see him again.
Something danced in Damon's eyes. It was dark and seductive. She quickly looked away before she betrayed herself.
"I was hoping to catch a dance with you, since we missed the opportunity the last time we attended a party together," Damon told her.
Elena could feel Caroline's eyes burning into her with curiosity. She was obviously interested in how they knew each other.
She wanted to decline Damon. She had no idea what his agenda was this time. But something in his eyes made her reconsider. It was like he was pleading with her. It was a look she had never seen on him. So she gently placed her hand in his and accepted.
He guided her onto the dance floor, just as a slow song started playing. Elena knew this dance. It was all about the near touch. Was it even appropriate of her to be dancing like this with a man that wasn't her betrothed? She looked around her and saw her mother dancing with her uncle. So she guessed it was fine.
On cue, she lifted her hand to Damon's and they started circling around each other. Elena felt she could not take her eyes off of his crystal stare. It was like he was hypnotising her. When they finished circling each other, she lifted her other hand to his and repeated the process. She could feel the electricity zapping between them. Even though she already had sex with him, the near touch was sinfully erotic.
She now lifted both of her hands to his, and they circled each other one last time. A small smile played on Damon's lips as he watched her. And then he pulled her close; one of his hand on the small of her back, the other one clasping hers in a dancing position. And then he guided her across the dance floor. She had no idea he could dance so well. He moved so gracefully with her in his arms. Their bodies seemed almost in tune with each other. Elena felt as if the whole world was fading away as he held her in his embrace. She could do nothing but follow him, keeping her gaze transfixed on his.
As the final notes of the song were played, she was almost sorry. For a moment there, she was in a perfect bubble, where her impending marriage never existed. And then reality crashed through the door.
"May I cut in?"
Elena nearly scowled at her betrothed. Did he always have to ruin everything?
She could feel the anger coming from Damon in waves. Clearly, the man was used to getting his own way. But in this case, there was nothing he could do but lose. Elena knew that if he refused to give her over to her future husband, there would be hell to pay. His plan, whatever it was, would fail, because her father would kick him out of his inner circle.
She watched the conflicting emotions on Damon's face. His jaw was set in a hard line as he stared down her betrothed. Master Mason raised an eyebrow at Damon's behaviour. It was almost like a contest and she was the prize.
Finally, Damon let up. His eyes left Master Lockwood's to focus on hers instead.
"Miss Gilbert, it's been a pleasure. I'll see you around," he formally told her.
He kissed her hand again and winked at her, clearly not caring about the presence of her future husband. The man loved to provoke. She almost wanted to roll her eyes at him as he turned around and walked away.
Master Lockwood took her in his arms and swayed with her to the music.
"Something about that man is very unsettling," he scowled.
Elena looked at him innocently.
"He's just my father's associate. Nothing for you to worry about."
After her round on the dance floor, Elena headed back to Caroline, who immediately pulled her away from all of the festivities and into the library room.
"That was him, wasn't it?" she blurted out.
Elena frowned at her.
"Don't play innocent with me, Elena Gilbert! I have never seen you eye a man the way you were eyeing him. He's the one who's been teaching you about pleasure and all other naughty things isn't he?"
"Caroline..," Elena started.
Caroline broke out into a grin.
"That is one beautiful man, Elena! Well done, you! Where did you find him?" she rambled on.
"He's my father's business associate. He is around the premises a lot."
Caroline clapped her hands in glee.
"He looks like he definitely knows what he's doing. I'll bet he's the perfect teacher," she winked at her friend.
Elena looked down at the ground, knowing full well that the things he taught her were so risqué, not even Caroline would approve.
"You're blushing! O my, he IS good! Tell me. I want some gossip to cheer me up."
Elena bit her lip, contemplating on telling her friend just how good of a teacher Damon was. He taught her everything.
"We did it," she therefore mumbled.
Caroline's smile fell.
"I'm sorry. What?"
Elena sat down next to her friend and sighed.
"We did it. It's done. I'm no longer a virgin."
Silence hung heavily in the room as Caroline's mouth opened and closed without any sound ever being produced. It was making Elena nervous. Caroline was hardly ever speechless.
"Elena…"
"I know. It was stupid. I'm promised to someone else. Damon hasn't made any commitments whatsoever and my future husband might find out."
Caroline shook her head.
"Not just that. I'm afraid of what Master Lockwood might do when he learns of this. When you give yourself to him on your wedding night, you will be his to do with as he pleases. You will be his possession. Nobody would be able to stop him if he decided to punish you. And he will punish you, Elena. A man expects a virgin. He doesn't want to be humiliated by the fact that another man has taken what is rightfully his. I'm worried," she explained.
Elena swallowed hard.
"I know. But I can take it. At least I had the experience of what sex can be like with someone that you genuinely want."
"I can't believe you had sex before me!" Caroline blurted out.
Elena chuckled. THAT was the Caroline she knew and loved.
"I want details! What was it like? Did it hurt?"
"It was… perfect. It hardly hurt at all. Besides, it was worth it."
Caroline sighed dreamily.
"I want that too.. Just be careful, Elena."
"I will."
After a few minutes of hiding out from the party and gossiping, they decided it was time to head back before anyone missed them. Caroline stepped out first. They would really hate it if their parents went ballistic on them again like they did when they were children, if they were seen skipping the party together. So they went their separate ways.
When it was time for Elena to head out, someone pushed her back into the library room, forcing her up against the wall. Before she even had time to say anything, firm lips planted themselves on her mouth, silencing her.
She knew that mouth anywhere. She had tasted it dozens of times before.
"Damon!" she moaned into his mouth.
It took a moment for her to remember just how horrible he had treated her after the last time, and she quickly pulled back once the memory set back in.
"Don't do that! You treated me awfully; I don't hear from you for weeks and now you suddenly want back in? No, Damon!" she snapped.
Damon tried to dismiss her and go for her lips again, but she pushed at his chest. He growled low in his throat at her rejection.
"Do you know just how crazy you drive me?" he purred. "Do you know how much I don't want to feel for you? When I saw that man's hands on you… when he cut in on our dance… I wanted to rip out his spleen through his throat. It took every ounce of my will not to do it."
Elena blinked up at him.
"Nice imagery," she deadpanned.
"You are the biggest threat I have ever encountered. And you're just an almost eighteen year old girl! What a joke!" he laughed at himself.
Elena wanted to push past him.
"I'm sorry I'm such a joke to you," she spat.
Damon grabbed her arm and reeled her back in, pushing her up against the wall once more.
"I'm going to have you, Elena. Stop fighting me," he told her.
His mouth descended on hers again, urging her to let him in. She squirmed against him in defiance for a moment, before eventually giving up. She clasped her arms around his neck and enjoyed how different his tongue felt in her mouth, compared to her future husband.
Damon lifted her off the ground and pushed her up against a stack of books, causing some of them to clatter to the ground. His lips suckled on her pulse point, making Elena weak in the knees. He was ferocious, as if proving a point. His hand slid down her bodice towards the V between her legs. Elena parted her legs for him, mewling as his fingers began to stroke her.
"This is going to be hard and fast, baby," Damon rasped.
Elena didn't care. As long as he kept doing what he was doing.
His tongue licked a path between the valley of her breasts that were pushed up as if offered to him. Elena's hand latched onto the bookcase behind her as Damon drove her to the brink.
He pushed the fabric of her dress down, exposing a breast to him, and gently began to tug on her nipple with his teeth.
"This is mine," he whispered.
Elena moaned in agreement. His hand then went back to work on her sex, making her tremble in his arms.
"This is mine," he repeated.
She could hear Damon working on his pants, taking his cock out. Wasn't he going to take his clothes off?
Apparently not.
He lifted the skirts of her dress and in one swift move, took off her undergarments, leaving her naked from the waist down.
"Let's see if you're ready for me," he breathed next to her ear.
He lifted a hand to her sex and slowly pushed a finger in, stretching her.
"You're always so deliciously wet, baby."
Elena turned crimson with what he did next. He took out his finger and licked it clean, enjoying the salty taste of her.
"That is also mine," he simply told her.
She buried her face in his neck, embarrassed, but he pulled her back and looked into her eyes.
"Don't hide from me. I want to see you."
Finally, he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around him. She could feel him nudging at her opening, making her stomach clench violently in desire. She was going to do this again with him.
He roughly pushed into her, filling her to the hilt. He made good on his promise to take her hard and fast, giving her only a few seconds to adjust to the size of him, before beginning a series of hard thrusts.
It was just as she remembered it from the last time…heavenly. It didn't hurt at all, in spite of the fact that he was anything but gentle with her. His fingers dug into her buttocks as he plunged forward, again and again.
When she could feel an orgasm building, it dawned on her. He was claiming her in utter and complete jealousy. The thought put a smile to her face.
" .Mine!" he snarled as a final sharp thrust sent her reeling.
The world went black.
When she opened her eyes again, there was a loud banging on the door. Someone was pounding it relentlessly. Elena's eyes shot up to Damon's in fear.
"What the heck is going on in there?!" a voice yelled.
Then, the door opened..
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