"Where were you?" Elena chastised.

Damon smirked at her and her cute furry. To him, she looked like a kitten trying to bare its claws. Before answering, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her into his embrace. "Miss me?"

She glared up at him and said, "Don't change the subject. We…." She blushed crimson and buried her head against his chest. "We were together, and then you disappeared the very next day. What was I supposed to think?"

He rolled his eyes and then, placing a finger under her chin, forced her to look up at him. "You trust me so little?"

Elena pressed her lips together and teared up. "It's not that I don't trust you."

Cupping her cheek, he wiped away an errant tear. "I love you, Elena. I wasn't lying. I left to contact my banker so that your father will know that I have enough money to make you my wife."

"You were gone for two days," she protested.

He chuckled. "I had to move slowly so that Matt could track me."

"Why would he do that?!"

"Your brother asked him to follow me and find out if I'm telling the truth."

Elena stepped back in a huff. "I can't believe Jeremy did that! I'll give him a piece of my mind!"

Damon pulled her back into his arms. "Don't. I'm glad he had him follow me. It will prove I'm telling the truth." He kissed the top of her head and added, "It will work in our favor, Darling."

"I should go," Elena said, suddenly pulling out of his embrace again.

"Why?"

"You said that Matt's following you."

Damon chuckled and pulled her into his arms again. "He was, I'm better at this, though, and I've ensured he lost sight of me long ago. I wanted to come and see you after all."

His hands slipped down to her rear, and he squeezed. "It's been two long days, and I've missed you so much."

Molding herself to him, she said, "I've missed you too."

As he kneaded her backside, he whispered. "I won't ever abandon you."

She pressed her forehead to his shoulder. "What if I'm pregnant?"

"I mean it, Elena. You're mine for the rest of time. If you're pregnant, then we will have a perfect little child to love. It will happen eventually, anyway. I plan on bringing you to bed over and over again. I can't wait to make you my wife."

She slid her arms around him and pressed her hands against his back. "You don't want me now?" she teased.

Instantly she found herself swept up into his arms, and he strode through the woods. "Back to the gamekeeper's cottage with you. I missed you, and I intend to show you just how much."

Elena rested her head against his chest and smiled. "I'm so happy that I get to be your wife. Whenever we danced at the Founders Ball, my heart would race."

He raised one eyebrow and looked down at her questioningly as he walked. "Really? I had no clue you felt that way. Watching you dance with other men killed me. I hated those damn parties."

She blushed and ran her fingers along his shoulder nervously. "And the times that you held me while we danced were a joy to me."

"Don't get me wrong. I loved that part too, but since I had no idea about your feelings, they were just fleeting, beautiful moments in a night of torture. I recoiled at the sight of you in any other man's arms."

He kicked open the cottage door and laid her down on the bed he'd made before he came to find her again in the woods that day. He had searched her out in the hopes of getting back in between her beautiful thighs. He missed her and needed her desperately now that he knew she loved him back.

She smiled up at him from the bed and said, "It's only your arms that I want to be wrapped around me. I'm yours, Damon."

Gently pulling off her dress, he caressed her bare skin as he exposed it. He laid her dress down gingerly on the table to preserve it from wrinkles. He didn't want Greyson to expect he would do anything more than the initial compromise to get her. He didn't want her kept at home and away from him.

Damon grabbed her breast with his left hand, and she moaned in pleasure. As he did, he pulled a pearl necklace out of his right pocket and then ran the cool beads over her naked body and teased her nipples with them. "I saw this and instantly had to buy it for you."

"They're beautiful," she said as the chilly pearls teased her nipples.

"They're bigger than the ones that Tyler's mother got for Caroline," he replied, smirking.

Elena giggled. "You noticed I was jealous over the necklace she got. Wait, his mother got them for her?"

Arching his eyebrow at her, he asked, "What about Tyler makes him seem like an attentive fiance? His mother wants the match within the founding families, and she knows pretty jewelry will keep Caroline in line."

He laid the necklace down straight from the base of her throat, between her breasts, and down along her flat stomach. "They look beautiful on you. I was right."

She didn't even fuss and tell him that it wasn't how they were worn. She just smiled up at him with big shining brown eyes and said, "They're beautiful, and they're petty. How perfect!"

"And there it is," he said happily. "The smile I wanted to see. I would do anything for that smile, even face death."

She knit her brows. "No. Don't say that. Death would make me upset. I want you to stay with me by my side. That will make me happy."

"I know something else that will make you happy," he said in a sing-song voice. His hand then slid down over her stomach and between the folds of her pussy. Fingering her clit he asked, "Am I right?"

She arched her back and pressed herself against his fingers. "Yes. I want more, please," she begged.

"Since you asked so nicely…." He kissed her nipple as he flicked her clit. "I find I love it when you beg, Elena. It does things to me to hear you want me when I didn't know I ever had your interest before. It heals the aching in me that I had for so long."

"And it creates in me a whole new kind of ache," she panted. "All you had to do before was look to see the longing in my eyes."

He shook his head in disagreement. "You're guarded all the time. I don't think anyone sees anything that you don't let them."

"But I wanted you to see my love for you. I wanted you to look into my eyes and declare your undying devotion."

He focused his gaze back on her pussy. He smiled, and she shifted and spread her legs wide. It was driving him wild to see her do that and feel how wet she was for him, all for him. He thought back on what she said, though. "I love you, and I belong to you and only you until my own death. Yours, as heartbreaking as it would be, wouldn't stop my devotion to you. I will love you until my last breath."

She trembled from the pleasure of his touch. He was doing things to her body that left her a chaotic mess. As she rubbed against him as he used his fingers on her, she moaned in ecstasy. "You didn't see the love in my eyes as I danced with you?"

He shook his head, flicked her clit, and smiled as she screamed in pleasure. "All I saw was you. I couldn't see anything in your eyes over the desire I held for you. I would have written it off as wishful thinking on my part."

Elena screamed in bliss as he plunged one finger into her tight pussy, thumbing her clit. "I need…" she begged, not really sure what she needed other than the fact that she wanted more pleasure.

"Put the necklace on," he ordered. "I don't want to stop touching you, but I want you to wear it while I have you."

With blundering fingers, she worked desperately to latch the necklace on. Now it was warm with her body heat, and felt good laying against her neck.

"Good girl," he praised. "It looks gorgeous on you. I believe I will prefer it on you like this, naked."

She gave him an amused smile. "It will also look good with many of my dresses."

"Horrible idea," he joked.

She laughed happily and replied, "Well, making Caroline and the others wildly jealous was part of the point of buying it for me. I will have to wear it in public for that."

He curled his finger inside of her and smiled at the look of intense pleasure on her face. "And when the night is over, and I have you alone, all you will be wearing is the necklace."

"The necklace and you," she corrected.

He pumped his finger in her and nodded, "And me. I will be all over you."

"D-Damon," she panted. "Please. I need to feel bliss again. Please."

He removed his fingers from her and locked eyes with her. He loved the blush that covered her cheeks as he licked his fingers clean of her sweet juices. "You're delicious, Elena. Blush all you want. I find it wildly sexy."

He then moved and covered her body with his carefully. He kept his body weight off of her but let her feel his heat and how hard he was. "You have no idea how relieved I am that I get to make you my wife."

Damon then eased his hard cock into her and groaned over just how tight she was. Unsurprisingly to him, sex with her was the best he'd ever had.

They locked eyes, and he slid his cock through her slick channel. He then thrust his hips and slammed his cock deep into her. The lust and enjoyment he saw in her eyes thrilled him. "You are made for me," he vowed.

She arched her back as he pistoned in and out of her. Trembling from the pleasure, she moaned and met him thrust for thrust. "I belong to you, Damon. My heart has been yours for a long time. Now you have my body too. Take it. Take all of me, and I'll be the happiest girl alive."

He fisted her hair, not pulling, but in possession of her. He then thrust deep into her, hitting her womb. "You're a woman now, and I'm going to spend my life holding onto your heart and making love to your body. I love you. I have since I was fourteen, and you shoved me for making fun of your hair."

She didn't respond to him with anything other than grunts and moans of pleasure. He was solely focused on bringing them both to orgasm, and she was lost in the pleasure he was bringing her.

After thrusting hard into her and chasing completion, he felt her walls flutter as she screamed out in pleasure. It rocketed through him, and he came deep inside her, pumping out his seed.

He collapsed and pulled her into his arms as he rolled to his back. "That is amazing."

She traced small circles on his chest. "I'm glad that I please you."

He chuckled and stilled her hand, holding it in his large warm hand. "You've heard the rumors about me. Well, not rumors. They were the truth." She nodded. "You are the only one I really want. They were just to scratch an itch and to attempt to slake my desire for you. It never worked, and I was always left disappointed."

"But I'm not skilled," she protested.

"You don't know about what pleases a man. You weren't taught to. Your pussy…" he said, caressing his finger along her folds, "is so tight, that's a good thing. It feels so good when I slide my cock into you. Your body, your boobs, your sighs, your reactions, your love, it all makes this perfect."

"I still want to learn more about how to please you."

He rolled her over onto her back and grabbed her breast. "And I'll happily teach you. I'll also do things to you that will make you blush with extreme embarrassment and then scream with pleasure. I will lick your sweet cunt and suck on your clit." Damon smiled broadly at her, "and the blush has started already."

"You do that?"

"Well, no. Not yet, at least. Until you, I never cared about a woman's pleasure."

He moved down her body, kissing her as he went. When he got to her mound, he nipped at her and heard her gasp. "Now?" she asked, shocked.

He looked up at her, cocking one eyebrow. He then flicked her tongue at her. "Be a good girl and spread your legs for me."

Once she complied, he relaxed as she spread them without protest. He was glad she was going along with his wishes. Damon wanted her to know he had done something with her that he hadn't done with anyone before.

Licking between her folds, he felt her get wetter, and her legs fell open wider. He smiled into her pussy as he continued licking her up.

Elena quickly lost the embarrassment of having his tongue on her private space down there. The pleasure she felt ended any protest quickly. Fisting his hair, she pressed his face against her and began to rub up against him. Words wouldn't even come. All she could do was moan and squeal in pleasure.

She quickly came screaming and breathless into an orgasm. And she collapsed bonelessly and panting onto the bed. "Anytime you want to do that again, I won't object."

He wiped his face and crawled up her body, kissing her bare skin as he went. "One, every time I see those pearls, I'm going to be hard as steel. Two, I will do that anytime you allow it. You taste delicious, and I love bringing you pleasure."

"You need to take the necklace off of me."

"Why!?" He asked, concerned.

She playfully shook her head. "Do you want my father to realize we met up alone? I am hoping to keep these trists private so he doesn't have me followed before the wedding."

"You make a good point," he acknowledged. "I would hate to be unable to make love to you again tomorrow. Fine, I will bring you the necklace and hand it to you in front of your family. Just know when I do, I'm picturing my head between your legs."

"Damon!" she objected, shocked but excited.