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Chapter 7: Fire breather

EBOV:

"So, Doctor Damon Salvatore, huh?" I say playfully mentioning the mail and sit at the breakfast bar. The name seems a little familiar to me but I am not sure how. However, talking to Damon has always been easy and time-consuming. It is easy to forget everything and dive into the banter. It is kinda of comforting actually.

"Still not impressed?" he smirks and starts pulling things out of the fridge.

"Depends. What kind of doctor are you?"

"Wanna guess?" he wiggles his eyebrows teasingly at me.

"Hmmm" I frown and tap my index at my chin as if I am deep in thoughts. "Veterinarian?" I pop out and he chuckles as he flips the burger.

"You mean because of Sparrow? No, that is called practice makes perfect. When you have had a pet for a long time you tend to get familiar with his health habits"

"I wouldn't know that. I have never had a pet" I confess.

"Never?" his head snaps at my direction and his eyes widen like it is the most unbelievable thing he has ever heard.

"Nope. My mom never let me have one" I shrug simply.

"But you are not living with your parents anymore" he narrows his eyes playfully at me. "Are you?"

"No" I shake my head and let it drop down."Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. they are dead" the words escape my mouth before I even try to stop them which tends to happens a lot around Damon. Normally I avoid telling people that, simply because of the followed 'oh, I am so sorry' and 'dear, what happened?' or even the worst 'I know exactly what you are going through'.

Did you lose both your parents in one night?

Do you still feel that every breath you take isn't yours, that it is stolen from the ones you love the most?

Then, NO. You have absolutely no fucking idea what I am going through!

And don't ask me what is the proper answer for 'My parents are dead' because I have no clue. And I try really hard to stop blaming people for their textbook answers but I fail so I eventually decided to avoid the subject at all costs. Then what the fuck have you just done?

"That sucks. My mom is dead too" he says simply as he places a plate containing a mouth-watering sandwich.

Someone gives this guy a medal!

I am so shocked by his words that I am staring with my jaw hanged open for a moment before I find my words. But what do I say? I want to know what happened to his mother but I can't help but give him the same the mercy he graced me with. I am not gonna ask.

I am gonna eat my sandwich.

I pick it up, take a mouthful bite and I have to stop myself from moaning out loud. That is so fucking good!

"Oh my god, Damon. This is delicious!" I say through the food in my mouth so my voice is muffed. He laughs at me. I forgot how much I love this laugh. It is beautiful and infectious. It is the kind of laugh that makes you stare like an idiot with a stupid grin on your face. It is the kind of laugh that makes people fall in love. Damon Salvatore is heartbreaker.

Suddenly he is reaching with his hand to wipe the sauce at corner of my mouth by his thumb then he brings it to his mouth and suck on it. His eyes are holding mine and I try to swallow the pile of food and the pool of desire building in my belly. It only takes him one simple act, one simple look to turn the air around from light and playful to thick sexual tension that could be cut with a knife.

"I am a surgeon" He pops his thumb out of his mouth and throw me a smirk before walking around the bar to sit beside me.

"What?" I ask because I am not sure I heard that properly. I am also not sure what we were talking about before he turns me the fuck on by a fucking thumb! No pen intended.

"I am a heart surgeon" he exclaims and rests his head in the palm of his hand. His elbow is on the bar and he is looking up at me adorably.

"Oh" I shake my head searching for words so I won't sound like a complete idiot. "Again, not what I expected"

"You seem to have lots of expectations for me" he observes with a frown and turn to attack his own sandwich.

"Does that bother you?" I see a pickle peaking out of my bitten sandwich and wonder how I haven't felt it earlier. I open it and start picking the pickles inside like I always do.

"No, but that does" he slaps my hand lightly and I glare up at him. "You don't like pickles?" I shake my head no "What is wrong with you?" he scowls at me, picks the pickles of my plate and pops it into his mouth.

The best combination of sexy and adorable, Damon Salvatore.

"So. What do you do?" he asks and digs back into his sandwich like it is the last meal available on earth.

"Wanna guess?" I throw his own words back at him and take another bite of my sandwich.

"A producer" he says immediately with so much confidence that I almost doubt myself!

"No" I shout but I am grinning like a fool. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know" he shrugs "I can totally picture you in jeans and a cap ordering people around and making them your bitches with those compelling doe eyes of yours"

"Me? my eyes?" I crack up at this so hard that I feel tears at the corner of my eyes. "You think my eyes are compelling, Mr. Ocean Blues?"

"It is not about the color, babe" he shrugs causally but I swear to god I can see a little blush on his face.

Well, it is official. A blushing Damon is one of my favorite Damons.

"Okay, not a producer then" he sighs as he finishes his sandwich and narrows his eyes thoughtfully. "I have no clues or hints here but I am pretty sure you are not a person who works behind a desk"

"Wrong" I giggle feeling smug. "Actually I am a head editor so technically working behind a desk is my life" I say mockingly as I clean my plate. That was one delicious sandwich!

"Do you like it?" his soft voice comes and his words startle me that my head snaps at his direction but he is already up picking the empty plates.

"No..No. let me do that" I take the dishes from his hands making an effort of not touching his skin. "You cooked, I will clean right?" I flesh him an easy smile and he stares at me for a moment, an unnamed emotion clear in his blues before he nods and drops his gaze. I walk over to the sink trying to let the domestic act calm my trembling hands.

"You didn't answer my question" he says quietly with my back turned at him.

"What question?" i don't know what possessed me to play dumb but maybe I want to hear him ask that question again. No one ever asked me if I liked my job! Whenever I say I am an editor, normal people are like 'cool, where do you work?' or 'What is your degree?' or they start talking about 'their' jobs in return. At this point I am fairly certain Damon Salvatore is no 'normal people'.

"Do you like it, your job?" his voice is closer now. His tone is different. It is the tone! The tone he uses when he thinks he already knows the answer. I can actually picture him tilting his head at me.

"It is a good job. Any sane person with my degree will be more than thrilled to have it" I am bluffing and I know it. He knows it. "So yes. I guess i like it" I finally answer as I place the dishes on the dishwasher and as I bend to close the door, a warm big hand closes over mine and helps me push the door shut. I stand up slowly and I feel him right behind me. the heat radiating from his body doing things to my insides. I am afraid to turn around, afraid to look at him, afraid to see my true self in his mirroring eyes. Wanton and selfish, a crowd, a terrible terrible person for letting herself feel that way toward a man that isn't her husband.

But most of all I am afraid he will see her too. I am terrified!

He sees you. He sees things even you can't see in yourself. Aren't you a little curious about how he sees you?

And just because I am. And because I don't wanna be afraid any more, I turn around and let my eyes meet his gaze. He pins me down with his eyes like he always does, again striping me bare, reaching layers I don't know exist in me.

"You guess?" he frowns obviously confused. "Do you enjoy your job or not, Elena?" his tone demanding, my name rolls of his tongue in the most sinful way and I try not to shiver.

"No one enjoys jobs, Damon " I cross my arms over my chest and regret the move immediately as it causes my forearms to touch his abdominal making me realize how close we stand. Although I take some satisfaction in the way his eyes fly to my breasts. "Do you enjoy your job?" he seems taken back a little and then lost in thought for a minute. A little smirk tugs the corner of my mouth.

"We are not talking about me. We are talking about you now" he deadpans finally and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Jobs are tough. Sometimes it is smooth and sometimes you get some bumps in the road, sometimes you do things you don't like but all you can do is suck it up. That is the mature thing to do for your career" I realize I am lecturing a man five years my senior about 'being mature' but I shake it off.

"So that is your theory" his tone is not questioning. He narrows his eyes at me. "You just stay in a job that makes you miserable for your so called 'Career'. That career which is supposed to be the field where you feel like you fit in. well let me rephrase my question. Do you fit in there?" I am the one who is a little taken back by how much he can see through my bullshit. Mostly I am a tough arguer. I make sense from the nonsense. That is like my thing. So far no one was ever able to keep up with me in this field so it is only natural that I am a little impressed by this witty bastard.

"You think you know me so much?" I scowl at him and affectively avoiding his question.

"I just think this isn't your place" he shrugs off simply.

"Oh, please do tell. Where is my place?" I am turning on the sass now. a defense mechanism that I haven't used in years. Till now.

"Hmmm" he stars at me for a minute. "Somewhere calm, open, lots of space that you can see the line separating the sky from the green land. All you can hear there is the sound of little birds and water running wildly down the waterfalls. All you can feel is the cool grass against you very naked body. The sunlight is the only thing covering your skin. Your hair is spread around your head making you shine more than the sun" a shiver runs through my spine when I feel his fingertips glazing my hair. I realize that my eyes have closed involuntary and I am imagining myself in that place, instead of just laying on the grass, I am running up a hill. The air whipping my skin and my hair flying around me, and I am going up and up. "Peace" the last word escapes his mouth as a whisper making my eyes fly open and catch his.

I am totally shocked and fascinated by the way he sees me. Also I can't help the part of me that longs to know what I will be if I let myself go for just a moment. If I step out of the line I haven't stepped off for years. Do I have it in me? to be this girl again? To rediscover the old Elena? The one who knew no guilt, no regret, the one with so little inhibitions. but most of all, the one who never ever hesitated to go after what she wanted.

Tell him. Tell him you are married.

My mouth refuses to open and my fear makes my throat close up. I could tell him that now. I could walk away from this Elena and embrace the Elena I have lately become. The one who is married to the rich businessman, makes love to him every night, takes orders from him, runs a company at the age of twenty-three, rarely goes out with her old best friends, never misses a boring as hell gale, wears knee length pencil skirt to work, drinks coffee every morning.

I hate morning coffee.

I never told my husband that when he asked his housekeeper to make us two every morning.

Sorry, boring-older-than-her-true-age-routine-junkie Elena. Old Elena wins.

I am gonna kiss my dark stranger.

DPOV:

She is looking up at me with those wide doe eyes looking like she was lost and finally get home and I am wondering why I can't manage to move a muscle or even inhale a breath.

A man like me should be running for the hills form this look. But it wasn't needy to me. it was alluring, compelling and most of all challenging. And Damon Salvatore never backs off from a challenge, Besides this burning need to unravel her, to take down her walls. To watch her as she comes undone before me.

To watch her come. I ache to watch her come.

I have never craved watching a woman in chaos of pleasure as I craved to see this woman fall apart. I am standing there like an idiot wondering if she will let me and I watch as some battle plays behind her beautiful eyes. Suddenly I see something snaps and I have only two seconds to prepare before her lips are on mine.

Sweet mother of all that is holy!

I kiss her back with equal fever and she is nothing like before. There is no hesitation or shyness and this time I know it is not the alcohol in her system. This time she is so greedy. She is kissing me with urgency, tugging at my hair like she has to and I am trying not to moan. This kiss is different, it is not sweet or sensual or desperate. It is pure raw need and desire. It is excitement, danger, and adventure all wrapped up in one kiss so intoxicating. It is the kind of kiss that threatens to consume you as you welcome oblivion. I let my hands drop of her waist and run along the gentle curve of her ass to her thighs.

"Wrap your legs around me" I whisper against her lips as we part for much needed air and she obeys. I lift her up and place her on the breakfast bar without breaking the kiss. She digs her heels into my ass pulling me closer and she gasps as her heat makes contact with my fully hardened member. I tingle my hand in her hair when we break apart for air but my lips doesn't leave her skin as I begin kissing and licking a trail from the back of her ear to the base of her neck where I can feel her quickening pulse under my tongue.

"Fuck, you smell amazing" I murmur against the shell of her ear and then bite the lobe gentle smoothing the bite with my tongue. "I have missed that" I remember her smell. Damn it, how can I forget it! It is the perfect combination of orchids and lemons and something else I can never name, something that is just Elena. I push her jacket over her shoulders letting it fall. She starts opening the buttons of my shirt and I can see that she is getting irritated and wants to rib it open like last time but she is still battling with them. When she does the third button, the shirt is halfway open and I am the one who is getting impatient now so I reach behind me and snitch the shirt over my head probably breaking a button or two.

I don't give a shit about that, thou.

She is looking at me with such hunger, her pupils dilated, her lips swollen from my kisses, her hair is wild and messy from my fingers.

"I want you naked. Now" I order with urgency I have never felt before. I think it is safe to say I have never craved a woman like I crave Elena, not even Katherine. Not having the patience for buttons, I rib her shirt open. The sound of the buttons flying around my kitchen and landing everywhere is so fucking satisfying but not as much as the sight before me, Elena's prefect boobs in a black lace bra. Unable to maintain my desire I duck my head and stuck my tongue into the happy valley of her cleavage running up to her chin.

"Ah, Damon" she moans my name softly and it is freaking music to my ears. I take her lower lip between my teeth and give it a bite.

"You still wear those" I whisper against her lips palming her breasts and fingering the front clasp of her bra.

"Oh, you love them" she chuckles causing her chest to vibrate under my hand. I graze her harden nipples with my thumbs and she arches her back pressing them into my greedy hands. I pinch each nibble through the thin material making her cry out. Oh, how I love those little sexy sounds of hers.

"True" I admit unclasping her bra and exposing her pink peaks to the cold air. I pull away to enjoy the view. Her hand are on the bar behind her supporting her weight, her shirt is ripped open and her bra is hanging on each side of her rounded tits. Almost involuntary, I take one of her nipples into my mouth sucking on it hard, running the tip of my tongue over the hard pearl. She buries her hand into my hair pressing me harder, urging me closer. I love how wild and free she gets when she is lost in ecstasy. I continue to play with her boobs enjoying the sounds she makes, the way she tugs on my hair every time it gets too much.

"Damon, please…" she moans.

"Please what?" I ask before circling her right nipple with light kisses.

"You jerk" she groans in frustration making me chuckle against her skin. Before I know it, her little hand reaches down and cups me through my pants.

"Shit" I curse suddenly realizing how painfully hard I am. I can't believe I forget about my buddy down there.

Sorry, pal. If you see the girls I am buried in up here, you will excuse me.

No fair! bros before hoes, asshole.

She is not a hoe!

Yes, I am having an imaginary conversation with my dick! It is the only thing distracting me from the warm hand torturing my cock! Shit, shit, shit, no way I am not gonna come in my pants from a hand job like a fucking teenager.

I grape her wrist lifting her hand from my buddy and I can almost hear him protest. The next thing I know she is unbuckling my belt, seriously how many hands does this woman have? It will be so much easier to just tie them up.

That is a thought…

But where will be the fun in that?

I slid my hands under her shirt letting my fingers room the smooth skin of her back. She has the most prefect skin. I can touch her for hours.

"Elena" her name escapes my mouth in a needy moan that is so new for me when she bites my earlobe gentle and she chuckles clearly enjoying her affect on me. Oh, baby you have no idea!

"Enough with the foreplay" Elena whispers seductively into my ear. "I want you" she circles my ear shell with her tongue sending a shiver down my body and straight down to my bubby. I push her pencil skirt up to her hips and run my fingers over her soaked panties. Fuck me, she is dripping! I slid two fingers into her heat.

"Damon" she cries out and her pussy squeezes the life out of my fingers. I suppress a groan and starts bumping my hand into her. I curl my fingers into a come-hither motion massaging the spongy area that is her g-spot until she is panting and meeting me thrust for thrust riding my hand. "More, please more" she begs in combination of a moan and a sob. This woman will be the death of me. I withdraw my hand from her and before she gets to protest I am down on my knees opening her up and pushing her panties down her long legs. Once she is all bare, spread and exposed for me, I dig my nose craving her smell like a drug addict.

"What are you doing?" she snitches my head up by my hair, hard. Fuck, she is hot!

"What does it look like?" I growl feeling frustrated with being denied my fix.

"Not now" her voice is a mix of anger, frustration and crazy wild desire. "Just fuck me" she adds with the same tone but her eyes are almost pleading now. How can I deny this? I stand up and pull her head for a light kiss, just lips, no tongue or teeth like usual and I can tell she wants more but I pull away before she can deepen it.

"Yes, mistress" I whisper seductively even though the hold I have her head in is anything but submissive. Her eyes widen and darken a few shades and a smirk curls my lips up because fuck, I knew she will like that! In one swift move I unzip my pants pulling my prisoner buddy free and he almost jumps in relieve. I reach for her ass lifting her up effortlessly and letting her drop hard on my waiting erection.

"Damon" she gasps and her hand crawls at my shoulder, her nails digging my skin.

"Holy shit, you feel even better than I remember" I groan and take a deep breath to control my usual reaction to being inside her which is 'almost coming'.

"Move…please…" she begs pressing her heels into my butt harder pulling me closer. The edge of the bar is digging into the flesh of her bare ass but she doesn't seem to care. I pull almost all the way out and slam back into her. I start banging her in an unforgiving rhythm, the slight pinch of her nails against my skin only adding to the insane pleasure. I bend down sucking on her collarbone enjoying the thin layer of sweat forming on her heated skin. She cups my face and pulls me up for a kiss that is all tongue and teeth and hunger and passion. We part for air and she starts nibbling on my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders. She slips her tiny hands behind my back running her nails up from the small of my back to my shoulder blades.

"Elena" I growl feeling like I am losing my mind and increase my rhythm harder and faster. My fingers digs harder into her hips that I may leave bruises.

"Harder" she gasps out and I obey losing myself in her completely. I feel her wall tightening around me, her breathes become shallower, her cries more desperate and I know she is close. I angle my hips effectively hitting a special spot inside her and boom.

"Damon" she screams and I find myself wondering how I have even been able to come without the voice of Elena screaming my name echoing the walls around us. She rides out her orgasm wildly like the goddess she is and in a couple of thrusts I am right there with her. I take her mouth in a sensual kiss muffling our screams.

"Fuck" I murmur into her neck after she collapses on me and I tell my legs to bear us but I am not sure they can even bear me at this point.

Man up, you pussy. It is just an orgasm!

yeah, just the best motherfucking orgasm in my life, fuck off!

I place her carefully on the bar making sure she is safe before pulling away without pulling out of her and I take a good look at her post-orgasmic face.

"You are so beautiful" I pop out like an idiot and I couldn't help it as I take her lower lip into my mouth sucking at it and running the tip of my tongue over it. I can't get enough of her.

I am royally fucked. Metaphorically and literally.

"You didn't have to say that" she smiles shyly. "You just had me"

"Alright. You are ugly" I say nibbling at her neck. "You are the ugliest girl I have ever ever seen" she laughs causing her throat to vibrate and I chuckle. I love everything about her laugh, I love its sound, I love the way she looks when she laughs eyes twinkling and all. Fucked. Fucked. Fucked. "And just because I just had you doesn't mean I don't want you again" I hear her breath hitching and I smirk knowing she will be totally up for it. Seriously, you know a woman want another round when she squeezes the life out of your poor sleeping dick.

"You wanna know what I want?" her voice is hoarse and raspy probably from all the screaming she just did. The fact alone makes my dick twitch."I wanna lick you all over" she runs the nails of her index and forefinger from my hip bone to the other. "From here" she goes up to my bully button, my abs, circling my nibbles and finally my neck to my chin. "To there" she whispers in a barely audible voice as she touches my lower lip before I suck her finger into my mouth hungrily.

Fuck, I am hard again.

Is it hot in here or is it just me? Woah! That was one dirty chapter for me to right. Damon has absolutely no shame and he keeps urging me to make it filthier! He tricked me into in, mom!

Anyways, what do you think? Do you think my smut improved or got worse? I am reading that book "Beautiful Bastard" and it is making me crave writing an angry sex but there is no room for that in this story so…maybe I can write a smutty one-shot to fulfill the craving?

Next chapter we will get into Elena's head so please, please don't hate on her yet, okay?

Okidoki? See you soon, beauties ;)