CHAPTER 11

Damon's eyes burned painfully as he opened them. He squinted, slowly readjusting his focus on the ceiling above him. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts. All he knew was that the pain was gone. He was still a little sore though. He tried to sit up, but soon found he couldn't, and resigned to laying his head back down on the soft pillow.

The heat from the fireplace burned the side of his face. He shifted onto his side, pulling the throw blanket up close around his shoulders. That's when he saw her. She was on the floor only a few feet away from him, her head leaning up against the couch. She was out... dead asleep. He had always loved to watch her sleep. Not in a creepy way. She always just looked so peaceful.

Damon reached out to push back a strand of fallen hair off her forehead. It was then he noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. He looked around until he spotted it lying on the chair that was across the room. He sighed aloud, struggling to get up. He tried not to make too much noise, worried that he would wake her. But it was no use. Her eyes shot open just as he got to his feet.

"Hey," she said, yawning,

He gave her a slight smile, "Hey."

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and ran her long fingers through her slightly tangled hair. Damon eyed her. The tousled look suited her good.

She smiled up at him, breaking his train of thought.

"How're you feeling?" she said, in a cute raspy, just woke up voice.

"Great, thanks. Rose Glycerite, I presume?"

She was confused for a second, until she realized what he was referring to.

"Oh, yeah. It was Stefan's idea."

There was a pause in the conversation.

"Good ole' Stefan," Damon said, shaking his head, "Leave it to him to chose the most damn disgusting herb we own."

Elena smiled apologetically.

"He knows… You know that right?" Damon stated it with little to no emotion. He wasn't sure how to handle the subject of Stefan with her just yet.

"Yeah…" she sighed, "I figured. How's he taking it?"

"Oh you know, he'll brood, self loath, hide it all inside and take his frustrations out on his hero hair. Just the normal routine," Damon said with a slight sarcastic grin.

"Damon," she said sternly,

"He's not himself right now, Elena. Just because he's out from under Klaus' wing doesn't mean he's back to being his normal saint self. He hardly reacted."

Elena didn't know whether to believe that or not. He was still Stefan. He still cared for her… Didn't he?

It didn't really matter, in any case. She would always love Stefan, but he wasn't her burden to carry anymore. She knew deep down that too much had happened between them for it to ever be the same. Being with him didn't feel good anymore. When he looked at her, all she could see was pain. And that's not right. Love can't be that way. Love is supposed to make you feel happy, passionate, alive, free. But yet it's also dangerous, because it's unknown. The passion is all in the risk you take. And she was taking that risk… With Damon.

It was the first time in her life she actually felt like she was doing something she WANTED to do. And that made her happy. With Matt, it was like she owed him. They wanted to see if they could be more. But when he talked about their future, it made her cringe. Deep down, she knew she didn't love him the same way he loved her. And as much as it hurt, she had to let him go.

With Stefan? She needed him. More than she had ever needed anyone! And it was comforting to have him. He was her safety net from life… and death. But somewhere along the way, things changed. She changed. And she wasn't sorry. Because it had brought her here… to him.

She looked up at Damon. Having the first real moment of clarity. She wasn't sorry. She didn't feel guilty! Loving him was okay. It was more than okay. More than ever, it's what she wanted.

Damon smiled, "What?" he asked,

Elena stood to her feet, determined.

"I'm not sorry." She stated, her voice shaking slightly

Damon looked confused, "Sorry for what?" he asked.

"For loving you." she said.

His head jerked up, and his eyes locked with her eyes.

"I know you think you don't deserve me. I know you think I'll go running back to Stefan the first chance I get. But I won't. It's you, Damon. It's always been you."

He couldn't believe the words he was hearing. He wanted to believe them, but he couldn't. It felt like a dream. It felt like he was about to wake up, or Stefan would come running in the door and steal her away. But he could see it in her eyes. She meant it.

"And I don't feel guilty, I feel good. I feel happy! I am happy! You made me this way. For the first time in my life I feel like I'm really alive. And I'm not afraid, I'm not hiding from it. Not anymore. I love you, Damon! I love-"

She didn't get any farther than that. He had crossed the room and she was in his arms. It wasn't a sweet kiss. It was powerful, like he poured every bit of himself into it. He snaked his tongue smoothly across hers, making her mind go fuzzy. She ran her hands up, down and all around his chest. His shirt was on, but unbuttoned.

She took advantage of it. Damon took the lead and pushed her up against the wall beside the fireplace. He was done being gentle. He had a fire inside him and she was the only source of relief.

He took her hands and pinned them against the wall behind them. Breaking the kiss, he stared at her. The room quiet except for their harsh breaths.

He stared at her until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please," she whispered.

She didn't have to ask twice.

He crushed his body against hers, melting their lips together.

It was the best kiss she ever had, making her knees go weak and heat rise in low places.

"I want you," he whispered against her mouth, in between soft staccato kisses.

He didn't need to say it. Elena could already feel the bulge in his pants. But just hearing him say it made her wet.

She continued to kiss him while his hands roamed up her soft thighs. He stopped at the hem of her skirt, making her pant. He was torturing her on purpose. Two could play that game. She ran her hands all down his chest. Down, down, until she brushed the bulge in his pants.

He sucked in his breath. He was done playing games.

He jerked her off her feet, wrapping her legs around his perfect waist. His hands sliding under her skirt, he grabbed her thighs and curled his fingers around them to hold her up. His fingers were just close enough to graze her wetness. She moaned.

He moved them towards the stairs, kissing her hard. He climbed the first few, his hips thrusting with each step, driving Elena crazy. When they finally reached the bedroom, he was kissing her neck. She loved it when he did that. His lips were so soft and skilled. He knew just were to put pressure. They reached the bed and Damon dropped her onto it. He came down on top of her, kissing her neck again, but this time he headed farther south. His hands grabbed at the bottom of her shirt pulling it up over her soft skin. Once it was off her, he threw it to the ground.

She was wearing a black lace strapless bra.

Admiring her with hunger, he then returned his mouth to her chest. Kissing all around, nipping and licking everywhere he could. He reached his hands around her back, and unsnapped her bra with no trouble at all. He pulled it away, exposing her aching breasts. She laughed to herself silently, wondering how many times he had done that before.

Elena's hands gripped the sheets as his mouth consumed her breats. His tongue moving, sucking. This right here could be enough to send her over the edge. But just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he stopped.

He moved his mouth farther down, placing light kisses all over her tight stomach. Elena watched him as he went. When he reached the top button of her skirt, he kissed all around her waistline, teasing her.

"Damon," she said softly, urging him on.

He flicked the first button open in the blink of an eye. Then, taking the zipper in his teeth, his slowly unzipped her. She started to breathe even harder, knowing what was coming next. He yanked her skirt all the way down past her knees, letting it hit the floor.

And there she was before him, nothing on but her black panties. He looked her over for a minute, taking it all in. He was really here. He was really doing this.

He reached down and started just below her knees, kissing, working his way up her long legs. She shivered, enjoying every touch. It was getting harder and harder to breath as his lips reached her upper thighs. He went back and forth between them, kissing her left, then kissing her right. She squirmed in anticipation.

When he finally reached the top, it was all she could do not to scream.

She bit her lip, hard, drawing blood, the same spot she had fallen and bitten it before.

He smelt it right away. Her blood always smelt good. Not bitter like most. It was sweet.

He climbed up to meet her mouth, kissing it, sucking at her lip. He could taste the little bit of blood on his tongue.

While keeping her mouth busy, he reached his hands down, hooking his fingers in the band of her panties, and jerked them off.

Elena slid her hands in the collar of his shirt, and pushed it off his shoulders. He pressed his bare chest against hers. He was so warm.

She fumbled around until she found the buckle of his jeans. Undoing it as fast as she could.

After she successfully unbuckled them, she grabbed the bottom of them between her toes and forced them down.

He smiled at her, "You'll do anything to get me naked, won't ya?"

She smiled coyly in return, placing a brief kiss on his jaw.

Damon slid his hands down her thighs, stopping under her knees and jerking them up.

He moved down, spreading her legs farther apart. He positioned himself right at her entry. He waited a few minutes, building Elena's anticipation to the point she was almost dripping.

Then he kissed her. She sighed and clenched the bed.

He began to lick her, moving his tongue all around. He was so good. Elena moaned and moaned. She couldn't help it.

He didn't stop. She squirmed and moaned and clenched the bed as hard as she could. She was almost there, she could feel it. She cried out, she couldn't take it anymore. But Damon stopped.

"Not yet," he said, his voice deep.

Elena sighed, she needed release. She ached and throbbed in a way she never had before. She needed him. He laid her legs back down, rubbing them. She closed her eyes, concentrating on his touch.

She heard him stand up, she heard him take off his underwear and let it fall to the ground. The mere sound of it made her muscles clench.

She opened her eyes, and she saw him. Her heart rate picked up and little gusts of air escaped her mouth. He looked so good.

Of course she had seen it before… unintentionally. But it was covered in soap and suds then. Now she could see everything. And he had every right to be confident about it.

She repositioned herself, laying her head on the pillows at the top of the bed. He followed her up, never breaking eye contact.

His eyes were beautiful. They shone so bright you would almost think they glowed. They were the kind of eyes you could easily get lost in.

Damon grabbed her wrists, pinning them on either side of her head.

He kissed her entire face, starting with her forehead. He kissed her nose, he kissed her eye-lids, he kissed all along her jaw, taking her breath away.

Then finally, he kissed her lips. Passionately, forcefully, but most of all sweetly. As they kissed, tongues raging, he spread her legs slightly apart.

Elena knew this was it. She was ready. So ready.

Damon's head touched the tip of her, making her gasp. He teased her a few times, barely touching her, but just enough to make her groan with need.

Her hands still pinned, he reached up and intertwined his fingers with her own.

And then he went in, all the way. Elena screamed passionately.

Damon's breathing became heavy, panting. And he started to move. Pushing and pushing. She felt so, so good. He filled her up completely.

He pulled out, then thrust back inside her. She cried out again, squeezing his hands as hard as she could.

He made love to her. He loved her. And she loved him. Elena had never felt so close to anyone.

He didn't stop, he humped her hard. She couldn't control herself anymore. She felt it rising, building, until finally, she came. It was amazing. Everything went out of focus. Her whole body tingling, her toes scrunched. It was like a wonderful explosion of fireworks were going off inside of her. She cried, but not because she was sad.

She whispered his name, over and over again. It took no time after that for Damon to come too. He moaned into her ear as he finished.

When it was over, he just stayed inside her for a moment. Laying there, holding her. Everything was perfect. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever ruin this moment. This moment was theirs… Forever.

Damon had, had sex many times. But nothing, and no one, had ever meant this much to him.

He kissed her once more before pulling out and rolling over. Both of them panting.

Elena smiled.

So that is what it's like… Having sex with Damon Salvatore. She had no complaints. She could honestly say from experience that he was the best she'd ever had. Every time before, it had always been safe or... awkward.

But Damon knew what he was doing.

She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him. Memorizing his face. Every line, every crease, every dip and dive. He was beautiful. And he was hers.

He turned on his side and retuned her stare. He used the tip of his index finger to trail a line down her face, kissing the tip of her nose in the process. She closed her eyes and sighed, soaking in all the feelings.

"I love you," she whispered, opening her eyes

"And I love you back," he whispered in return, "And I'm happy. Really happy."

(WOW GUYS. Haha I finally did it! Lol, sorry if it was sloppy in some area's :/ …I was rushed. If this chapter gets good reviews, I WILL HAPPILY write more! Maybe a morning after scene ;) *wink *wink. That could be fun! I hope you enjoyed it and I hope you'll review. You all have been so nice and supportive. I can't thank you enough. Xoxo review, review, review, and maybe I'll see you all again soon!)