Heyy guys! Finally got this finished, and I hope you like :)
August 1567
Damon grew impatient in waiting.
He'd never been very good at it, but it was worse now that he had such a thing to look forward to.
The sun had set hours ago, and Elena should have returned from her trip into town with Stefan.
He was sure it had been enlightening, to say the least.
Perhaps Stefan had spun some wild tale of him, and that is why she had yet to come!
Or maybe she's just late, he told himself.
It is a big castle, after all, and his secret room wasn't exactly easy to reach.
Perhaps she was lost...
Before he could come up with another wild guess for her delay, a knock sounded at his door.
He stepped toward it as it opened, and Elena slipped inside.
She was wearing a floor length sleeping robe, and her hair was damp.
She shut the door and smiled at him, "Sorry, it was hard to-"
Her words cut off as he kissed her, taking her face in his hands.
He let his lips linger before pulling away after a moment.
"I almost gave up on you," he teased.
She smirked, "Well, before you interrupted, I was explaining why my arrival was postponed."
"Ah," he noted, "Please, continue."
She shook her head, "It matters not anymore. It just took longer than expected to get away. But I am here now, and that is all we should focus on."
He grinned, "As you wish, my lady."
She stepped forward, into his embrace, moving as close as possible.
Damon tightened his arms, pulling her against his chest.
She molded into him easily.
"Damon..." She fished quietly.
He slid his fingers through her hair, "What is it, darling?"
Her whole body moved as she lifted her head, her eyes meeting his.
"Can we...be together, again?"
He smiled, "We are together."
She gave him a look, and he grinned.
He knew exactly what she meant.
But the fun was making her say it...making her beg for it.
"Not just together," she amended, "But, you know, together."
He pulled his eyebrows together in mock confusion, "Sorry?"
"Damon!" She playfully hit his chest, "We both know that you know damn well what I mean!"
He chuckled, cupping her face, "Such a dirty word for a pretty mouth."
She blushed, "Damon."
He dove into those dark eyes, and felt the effects she had on his body.
He couldn't refuse her long.
"Say it," he commanded softly, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers, "Say it, and I will bring you to the heavens."
She shuddered, "Please Damon."
"Please, what?"
She swallowed, "Take me...touch me. I want to feel you inside of me again."
He grew hard at her words, but wanted something else first.
He kissed her neck, "Mmhm, I want to hear you beg for it first. Go on, my darling, beg me to give you pleasure. Beg me to fuck you until you are one with the stars."
He took pleasure in the way her breathing faltered.
He held her gaze, to insure she knew what he expected.
She took a breath.
"I thought you might be stubborn."
He smirked, "Did you?"
She nodded, "You like things on your terms. But you also like it when I act for myself...so today, I did."
"How do you mean?" He asked.
She swallowed, "I found this in town today. I thought you might find it enjoyable. So I had my lady's maid purchase it in secret. Consider it a gift."
She took a step back, and untied her robe.
It fell to her feet, and she was left in a martial sleeping gown.
It was a white shimmer, yet completely transparent.
Damon could see the curve of her sides, the dip of her navel, and the swells of her breasts, the dark nipples poking at the fabric.
He could even see the junction of her thighs, and the triangular shape of her womanhood.
His mouth watered at the sight of her.
He fell to his knees before her, letting his hand on her waist.
"You rob me of speech with your gift," he murmured.
His hand moved to her stomach, trailing down to her core.
Through the thin material, he could see her glistening.
She was already slick with desire for him.
He moaned, "Come here, Princess, let me taste you."
She stepped closer to him, and he slid his hands beneath her gown.
It barely concealed her skin from his touch, and was easily pushed to her waist.
His face lay even with her womanhood, and he licked his lips.
She was so perfect.
He testingly raised a finger and ran it along her folds.
She trembled, as he pulled his hand away, his finger covered with her juice.
He placed it in his mouth, and suckled.
That was all it took to send him over the edge.
With a force that tilted her balanced, he pulled her forward, so that she straddled his shoulders, grasping the nearby bed post for balance.
His mouth was on her, hot and hungry, and none of the sounds flying from her lips resembled a complaint.
He ran his tongue up and down her center, lapping her juices as they flowed for him.
It was not long before she was gasping his name.
"Damon! Ah...Damon! God, more, please, God, I can feel it!"
He pulled away as she cried out, using only his fingers to tease her.
"You stopped," she breathed, thrusting against his hand.
He grinned, "As I told you, I want you to beg for it."
"Damon-" she protested.
He pumped his fingers faster, making her groan.
"Please!"
"Please what, Elena?"
She cried out as he curled his fingers, brushing against her sweet spot.
"Damon, God, please! Take me. Take me, Damon, please. I want you, please! Just...more...ahhh!"
It took only seconds with his mouth on her again, for her to reach her climax.
She came apart, her hands digging into his hair as she convulsed.
He pulled back before she could come down from her euphoria, and stripped his trousers in a fluid movement.
Once naked, he lifted her into his arms, and her core brushed against him as her legs encircled his waist.
He reached between them as she clung to his shoulders, and put himself at her entrance.
Gripping her back, he thrusted forward, and slid inside of her tight warmth.
They both cried out at the connection, and Damon moved them to the bed's edge.
He laid her flat and hooked his arms under her legs.
She moaned as he swung his hips forward, finding a rhythm, no pain or resistance hindering them this time.
He threw his head back, losing all thought in the pleasure.
This was surely heaven.
Elena lay in Damon's arms, hours after their lovemaking, enjoying the feel of his fingers trailing through her hair.
It was all so new, yet she couldn't imagine not having him do this again, and again, and again.
She lifted slightly to gaze at him.
"We'd be killed for this," she told him, wondering if the thought had crossed his mind, "If Stefan or the king were to become aware...we'd be hanged for treason to the crown."
His eyes never faltered as they held hers, "Was the crown not once to be mine? This is hardly treason. Not that it wouldn't be punished, I'm sure."
She propped her chin onto his chest, "Do you not fear death, Damon?"
"Do you?" He challenged.
She considered the question.
"No. We all must die, so it is not death that I fear."
"What then?" He asked curiously.
"Not living, I suppose. To die before having the chance seems a grander tragedy than death itself."
"Perhaps it is," he allowed, "Though that also faults in recognizing the opportunity to live when it is presented."
Elena smiled, "Are we not living? Is life not our choice now?"
He brushed her cheek with his fingers, "Elena, I live each time our eyes meet. It is well worth the risk of discovery."
She blushed, "I wish it were you that I had been promised to. Stefan might make a good king, but he is...safe. Predictable. You are not. And without you, I would have tried to do the right thing, but I fear that I would have seen myself to the gallows if this arrangement were all that awaited me in the years to come."
Damon played with the ends of her hair, "If only I did still bare a title deserving of you. But our fathers would never see it so."
She swallowed, "I know what is expected of me...but I am not ready to give this up."
Damon kissed her head, and rose, "Nor am I. I have used the craft to see our future, and we have too much to lose."
She sat up as well, "So what do we do?"
Damon smiled, "I was hoping you would inquire as much."
He stood, reaching to the floor to pull on his trousers.
Elena watched as he made his way across the room, before extending a hand.
Effortlessly, the covered table in the far corner rose from its place, and floated toward them.
It came to rest in front of Damon, touching the ground as he lowered his hand.
"Come here," he commanded, and she immediately obeyed.
He pulled away the cloth, revealing an altar, of symbols and herbs.
She ran her finger over a bottle as Damon watched her.
"For your craft?"
He nodded, "And yours, if you so desire it."
She swallowed, "I do not possess the power to control the gift."
"I shall show you," Damon promised, taking her hands into his own, "So long as you trust me."
"You know I do," she stated, holding his gaze.
"Good," he smiled, "Because there are certain requirements to make this work."
"What kind of requirements?" She questioned suspiciously.
He turned to his altar, "What I am to show you is known as blood magic, therefore, a blood sacrifice must be given to catalyst the spells."
"You want my blood?" She guessed.
"No," Damon shook his head, "Not now. Though, as you hail from the house of Petrova, your blood could be of great future use."
"But you won't hurt me," she clarified.
Damon smiled, taking her face in his hand, "I swear to you, I will not do anything to you without your full consent. Nor would I have you carry on acts of magic without it."
She leaned into his hold, "And you believe you can teach me how to perform these acts."
Damon nodded, releasing her, "If you are willing, then it is possible."
She eyed the table before her.
What Damon spoke of excited her.
That she could actually have the ability to influence the magic of the craft herself...be strong, for the first time in her life.
Make it that no man could decide her fate for her again.
It sounded a dream; one she very much wanted.
Besides, studying this with Damon was already an improvement to learning the inner workings of Aurelia's parliament with her strict instructors.
No, this could actually be useful...this could mean her liberation.
She smiled.
"Believe me, I am willing."
Sorry, I know it's a little short, but hopefully the smut helped make up for it a little lol.
I've already started the next "past" chapter, and it will be much longer, so hang in there.
Anyway, that's that, and I can't wait to read the reviews :)