"Baby I know you're hurting. Right now you feel like you could never love again. Now all I ask, is for a chance to prove that I love you." ~Backstreet Boys, I'll Never Break Your Heart

Ch. 15

What have I gotten myself into?

Damon thought as Elena dragged him to their destination. Apparently Elena's idea of a fun filled night was sitting on the floor of a restaurant and eating authentic Indian cuisine with your hands. He admitted it was refreshing not to be in another stiff shirt high scales place, but did she really expect him to eat this stuff?

Looking across the table at her his persistent objections stilled. She was so excited to be here, and her eyes were so full of life he found he couldn't disappoint her.

"I'm so glad we're here. There was a place in Paris just like this, and I used to eat there all the time."

Damon tried to look impressed as the waiter brought them their main course. A steaming bowl filled with vegetables and fish. He wasn't sure what to do seeing as the entrée was apparently a self-serve. Elena cut him to the chase and grabbed his bowl thoughtfully filling it with a heaping helping of whatever was in the main dish. Damon took his bowl back from her gratefully and watched as she proceeded to do the same for herself.

"Its really so much better if you eat with your hands. Do you mind?" she asked hopefully.

"No," He said rolling up his grey suit sleeves and touching the hot substance. He had to admit it did smell good, but his hands were having difficulty holding on to something so hot. "Not since I made that contribution to the burn unit at Mystic Falls General." He added scooping up the food as best he could and spooning it into his mouth. "Its good," he admitted finally tasting his provision. Struggling with his food he glanced over to Elena to see how she was handling the cuisine. She seemed to be a natural at this. Her hands dipped down into her bowl with such grace he felt he looked like a kindergartener with his hands in a bowl of spaghetti. Thankfully Elena was too kind to chide him. He figured she knew he was out of his comfort zone being here.

After filling themselves on their main course Damon and Elena found themselves lost in conversation. She had continued her explanation of the picture from Paris of the Notre Dame Cathedral and other places she'd visited. Damon got lost in her words as well as her eyes and the way her hands clasped over petals left on the table. They laughed about her stories together and Damon found the more she spoke the more he fell in love. Listening to her only made him wish he'd been there with her.

"I used to walk this path that led through the center of town. It would take me past all 23 bridges. You find one you love and you go there with your coffee and your journal and you listen to the river."

"What does it tell you?" Damon asked boyishly.

"Well that's between you and the river." She said thoughtfully. Damon could tell her thoughts were somewhere else now, and he wished he could be in them with her. He knew what his family had planned for him; to distract her. To take her away from Stefan and send her away, but now it was different. He loved this girl. He couldn't explain how or when she had changed him but she had. He didn't want to continue the charade anymore. For the first time Elena had given him something he never thought he would have, a hope for a life he never dreamed he could have. Sitting up he spoke his thoughts aloud, hoping that she would understand,

"You know its funny," Damon said softly, "Listening to you talk makes me. Makes me wonder if I shouldn't…"

"What?"

"I don't know. Something's different. I feel different. At work I don't…I mean I love the action but um…sometimes I wonder lately especially…what it would be like to spend some time in a place that I love like that. Not just a few days but for a real change. Actually I think I've been thinking about it for a while. I just didn't know it until you…"
"What are you saying?"

"I don't really know." He said laughing and shrugging his shoulders. He wasn't used to baring his soul like this to anyone else but with Elena it felt right. He never felt that he had a right to say out loud how he felt, but with her it was possible. Everything was possible.

"I do what my dad did, and he does what his dad did. I'm the eldest, so my whole life was always set before me. I never had to wonder." He claimed, and paused. Causing a moment of tension in between them. He finally looked her in the eyes, and fiercely stated.

"I never chose."

"You're not really thinking about Paris?" Elena said abruptly, asking him to clarify his intentions. Although he had no idea what those intentions were.
"No you're probably right." He admitted with regret. "I'm a lost cause right?" he said smirking and staring at her across the table.

"I don't like to think of anyone as a lost cause." She stated sliding her hand across the table and holding her hand in his.

Her skin on his own ignited a fire within him. He longed to be with her, want filled his veins and he found himself biting down on his back cheek to keep from telling her what he really wanted.

Just then the waiter came by to clear the table and just like that the moment had passed.

"Its late, and I told Stefan's nurse I'd check in on him." Elena said alerting him where her thoughts must truly be: on his saint of a brother.

"And the elephant in the room lets out a mighty roar." He said.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing lets go. We can walk."

"Damon I don't think that's such a good idea."
"It's a walk Elena. Not a marriage proposal." He said sarcastically standing up and offering her his hand.

Walking across the pier Elena felt chills go down her spine. She knew it was a warm night but for some reason her body was trembling. Not having much history in the department of desire she chalked it up to nerves when in reality her hormones were racing, and it wasn't for the Salvatore brother she expected. It was because of Damon. All his talk of Paris tonight had got her hopes up. Hopes of another dream she'd never dared to believe in. Walking past a record shop she heard a familiar boy band song playing into the night air. It was a fairly new hit, and she shamefully loved it. Damon who had been walking beside her on the terrace suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

"Damon what are you doing?"

"Dancing." He said, lifting his eyebrows up in a flirtatious manner.

Elena rolled her eyes and gave in. There really weren't many people out right now anyways. It was past nine and the small town was closing down for the night. Damon led her towards the center of the square in a waltz leading her towards the gazebo with every stride. Elena's breath accelerated as his hand tightened on her waist to bring her closer and spin her out. She spun in the night and came back towards him crushing her body to his.

"All I ask is for a chance to prove that I love you…" she heard him whisper. She dared not ask what he meant. Her heartbeat pounded inside her ears, and she could just be hearing the song in the distance.

"I'll never break your heart Elena." He whispered clinging to her.

Elena turned her head to look into his eyes, and found a man in love. She didn't know when she'd noticed or even when it had begun to matter, but now it meant everything to her. She was sure this look had been here most of her life, but for the first time she felt the same way, and it terrified her.

"I…lets just walk Damon."

"Ok," he replied and came up at her side, slipping her hand in his again. He intertwined their fingers and lifted her hand to his awaiting lips. Elena's breathing hitched once again.

"Let's talk about something else." Damon said, attempting to break the tension between them as much as possible as they neared the next crosswalk. "What about Paris? Was there anything there you didn't like?"

Elena, taken aback by the change in conversation, began walking down the sidewalk once more. She pondered the question and admitted, "How expensive everything is."

"Well I guess I'd have to learn how to say 'I'm just looking'" he replied.

She went ahead and gave him the translation.

"How do you say this is what I want?" he asked walking beside her. Their hands safely at their sides as she answered in French not considering why he was asking. Perhaps he really did want to travel to Paris one day.

"How do you say, I'm looking at what I want?"

Something in his voice made Elena stop in her tracks and look at him.

Turning she felt her breathing stop as she looked into his eyes once more, and then in an instant she was reaching for him as he was reaching for her. They met in the middle with their lips colliding in a frenzy neither of them had anticipated for the end of the evening. Elena's hands drifted upwards towards Damon's hair as she felt his drift from the curve of her face to the long lining of her waist. Their kiss escalated quickly and they broke apart as heated longing hung in the air between them.

"You wanna get outta here?" he asked, insinuating what she ached for.

"Yes." She replied as he led the way back to his building.

Elena was shocked by how quickly they arrived at the Salvatore Cooperation building. Damon seemed to be racing up to the office, and his intentions were clear as soon as they were alone. His lips found hers again and she let herself be pressed against walls, desks and windows before finally landing on a bed. The apartment at the back of his office had come in handy after all.

Kissing Damon with every fiber of passion she had she was left with confusion when he suddenly backed away.

She practically whimpered at the loss, when she discovered what he was doing. He stood at the side of the bed undoing the buttons of his shirt. Elena gasped as he shed the layer and discarded it onto the floor below. Her mouth practically watered at the thought of kissing every contour of his exquisite marble chest. Bending over her, he dipped his fingers into the waistline of her long black skirt and pulled it down across her long legs. Deciding to help him along, she pushed down as well causing a guttural moan to escape his throat.

"Eager are we?" he asked, as her newly bare legs came to wrap around his waist and pull him towards her satin panties. He had unleashed what seemed like a wild animal from the depths of the sea. Her emotions seemed heightened and her skin felt alive. As if he could touch every nerve ending in her body.

"Slow down baby…I just want to take my time. Its not everyday we get to make love for the first time." He breathed out in between her passionate kisses along his jawline.

Hearing Damon's words, Elena's thoughts that had been swirling with lust suddenly stilled.

"Wait, is that what you thought we were…Oh my god." She said sitting up and unwrapping her legs from Damon.

"Uh…what just happened?" he asked bewildered as Elena distanced herself from him.

"I just…I know I want you but you should probably know what you're getting yourself into."
"Come on Elena, its not like you've never done this before." He said confidently. She hated to let him know otherwise, but contrary to his belief of what possibly happened in Paris, she was still a virgin.

"No Damon. I haven't, ok?"

She let the news sink in as realization crossed his face.

"So…this isn't just your first time with me, its your first time…ever?"

"Yes. I know it might seem hard to believe but I wanted to wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Until I was in love."

Realization hit his face as he became aware of what her words must mean.

Elena's heart melted when she recognized his smile starting from the corner of his lips and his eyes dancing with happiness. He bent down and kissed her, laughing with joy as he held her close.

"You love me?" he asked as he lay next to her on the bed, their limbs intertwined.

"I do. I love you Damon Salvatore." She said, with conviction and leaned across his chest to plant a soft kiss upon his lips. What should have been a chaste kiss soon turned into something else entirely. If she could describe it, it would be like comparing candlelight to a raging forest fire. They seemed to have no trouble after that disrobing each other and discovering each other's bodies. When Elena was naked before him she looked down, not wanting him to see her.

"No. Don't hide from me. You're beautiful Elena. You've always been beautiful to me." He affirmed, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh Damon," she said looking up at him and cherishing his kind words and his gentle hands as they caressed her waistline and led up to her breasts. Her womanhood ached as Damon bent and took a nipple in between his lips and pulled.

"Damon!" She moaned as her hips moved, attempting to relieve the pressure building inside of her. Taking matters into her own hands she quickly placed her hand on the long shaft in front of her. Damon bit down on her other nipple as she pulled her hand across the velvet skin of his manhood. Not wanting to waist another minute Damon lifted his head, kissed Elena on the lips and pulled her legs out so that she fell abruptly onto the mattress. Taking her beneath him Damon aligned his hardness up with her warm wet center.

"I'm going to tease you a bit first so that you're ready baby." He said gently, his fingers dipping below to feel her moist heated core. Carefully, she felt his index finger slide along her folds teasing her nub and finally entering her as her hips began thrusting involuntarily. "Well looks like someone is a lot more eager than I thought." He said with a smirk and added another finger. She gazed up to see hooded heated eyes of blue. His dark hair tousled and covering his face in a way that reminded her of a model. He was so alluring that her desire spiked up tenfold. She wanted him now. Without hesitation she pulled his fingers out and grasped his length in her hand, lining him up to enter her.

"I'm ready Damon. I'm yours." She breathed.

The startled man in front of her looked at her in disbelief and then slowly began inching his way inside of her.

Her first instinct was to scream. The pain was instantly overwhelming, and her body wanted to reject him immediately.

"Shh…baby its ok." He breathed on top of her, "You're just so tight baby. I'm going to thrust, and it's going to hurt but just give it time. You'll feel pleasure soon. I promise."

Elena tried her best to believe him, but her eyes were filling with tears, and she wasn't sure she was doing the right thing.

"Do you trust me?" he asked. His eyes locking with her own.
"You know I do." She replied, as he thrust hard and her world shattered around her. Damon stilled and waited, wanting her to adjust to him. Her walls began to ease and so did her spirit as she felt Damon's lips kissing every inch of her he could reach. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, and her neck. With each kiss he sparked her desire. He let her feel him inside of her and before she knew it she was lifting her hips to feel him. At a slow pace they began to move. Gliding in and out she soared higher with each thrust. Without warning pressure began to build low in her belly and Elena wanted more. The intensity was alarming but in the best possible way. She kissed Damon with all the passion she could muster as she climbed to the peak of her first orgasm. Damon, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, ground into her embrace one final time before her walls clenched, sending them both into an oblivion of bliss in one another's arms. Causing them both to collapse into a heap of exhaustion into their own personal paradise.

The next morning Damon awoke to a breathtaking sight. Elena draped across his naked chest with a content smile upon her face. He grew hard almost instantly, remembering their conquest from the previous night. However, fate was not so kind this time as he heard the buzzer ring from the office. Cursing he quietly left Elena sleeping behind him as he snuck towards the buzzer on the wall.

"YES." He whispered angrily into the microphone.

"Mr. Salvatore. Senior Salvatore requests an audience with you in his office this morning in ten minutes." Rose informed him.

He sighed, his head hitting the wall as he pressed the button, "Can you tell him I am otherwise occupied?"

"He said you might say that, and that he'd appreciate it if you took this company seriously…or something to that effect."

"Fine, in the future just let me handle things like this personally." He growled.

"Of course sir, but he insisted I let you know. Said it's urgent."

"I'm sure he did. I'll be there soon." He grunted. Hitting the call button again for a breakfast tray.

Turning back towards the bed he noted a sated groggy Elena stirring, and wished with all his might for more time.

AUTHORS NOTE******

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Whew…is it hot in here? My my I guess This chapter gets an M rating after all… ;) hope it was worth the wait. Love you guys!

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