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Warning: this fic is rated M for a reason- we have reached that reason in this chapter! Here be smut... so please do not read if you are not an adult or if you do not like adult language and content in your fanfic.
It was nearly dawn by the time Elena and Anna returned to the Gilbert house. Once Elena had checked up on Jeremy—passed out fully clothed on his bed with the TV still on— she left her little brother in the care of vampire girl who loved him enough to, apparently, risk injury and even her life in order to keep him safe from harm or heartache. She might not be ready to call Anna her new sister-in-law, exactly, but Elena couldn't deny that she might well not have survived to see the morning without the girl's help.
'Honestly, Elena, Jeremy will never know anything happened while he slept,' Anna said. 'I was right here with him when he fell asleep, and I didn't leave until Damon text me to say he'd picked up the scent of your favourite ex-stalkers. I'll be here when he wakes up, safe and sound.' She hesitated before adding, 'You should be proud, Elena. You looked after your brother, and you were brave to stand beside Damon through a not un-scary situation. I think you deserve to relax now.'
'Maybe,' Elena said, grateful for Anna's attempt to soothe her. 'You were the one who kept my brother safe though, not to mention putting your life in danger to save me. What you and Damon did for me... I don't even know how to say thank you for something like that.'
Anna smiled softly, her face betraying the wisdom of her true age for once. 'I'll wake him up before sunrise,' she promised Elena. 'He'll be back at Joel's house before Mrs Harris even knows he didn't sleep there last night.'
'Thanks,' Elena said, shuffling her feet a bit as she heard Damon pacing by the front door. He had regained consciousness after about an hour, but had been suspiciously quiet since then, giving Elena searching sideways looks only to glance away again when she turned to him. 'Well...I'd better-'
'Get Sleeping Beauty back to his castle?' Anna said, with an amused gleam in her eye. 'The question really is, once you're there, are you going to save him with the kiss of true love?'
'Forgive the cliché, Elena, but we need to talk,' Damon said. He glanced across the car at Elena, whose face was starting to mirror the slight daze he had felt ever since the scene with Francesca. Oh, Damon was sure she knew what had happened back there, even though he himself was trying to put it together in his head, like the morning after a heavy night. Elena had been acting shifty from the second Damon woke up from his mystery nap, but the past few minutes in the car it was different, almost as if she was having some silent debate with herself and the outcome was confusing her somewhat.
'Elena,' Damon said again, a bit louder and more impatiently. He clicked his fingers in front of the girl's face and she blinked, turning to him and blushing a beautiful shade of pink. 'Oh good, there you are,' Damon sniped. 'Ready to tell me what happened back there? It's almost like there's two sets of memories in my head, and I can barely make out which are real. Which leads to me to the always unpleasant conclusion that magic was somehow involved. Which,' he continued, giving the steering wheel an unhappy slap of his hand, 'leads me to deduce that the lovely pain-in-the-ass teenage witch Miss Bonnie Bennett had a part to play. Which,' he finally turned with a tsking sound and waggled a finger at his brunette companion, 'leads me to suspect that your little bathroom powwow earlier this evening was a bit more serious than your average BFF super-secret girlie gossip. Am I right?'
There was a slight pause, before Elena looked down at her lap and answered Damon in a subdued, guilty sounding voice.
Damon looked at her expectantly, which almost worried Elena given that he was driving the car, but she dismissed it as a minor concern in the current situation. She sighed, knotting her hands together in her lap.
'Damon, I- I made a really stupid mistake, and it almost got us both killed. I'm so sorry. I feel like such an idiot.'
'Elena,' Damon said, more gently, 'what did you do?' She still wouldn't look at him and he sensed that she really was feeling bad about what had happened. Bad and, maybe, embarrassed?
'I asked Bonnie to cast a spell,' Elena admitted. This much Damon knew, but he didn't interrupt, trying to be patient. 'I didn't know it would happen like that, it wasn't supposed to put you in danger or I never would have asked Bonnie. Please don't be mad at her. I just wanted to know, I needed to know...'
'To know what Elena?' Damon asked. The wait for her to explain herself was almost torturous.
'How you feel about me,' Elena said, and this time she did find the courage to sneak a tiny glance at Damon's face. He looked weirdly calm, except for the brightness in his eyes. Emboldened, she continued. 'The spell was meant to reveal the truth to a specific question about a person. I asked it to tell me if it was me or Katherine who is truly in your heart.'
'You what?' Damon practically yelped, in a particularly un-badass way. 'Why on earth would you- Of all the boneheaded- I cannot believe that you of all people-'
The car lurched to a halt and Damon's irate rant cut off in tandem the engine. Elena realised they were already home, parked outside the Salvatore boarding house- and when had that started to feel like home to her? Damon was looking very serious in the driver's seat and Elena gathered he was relocating his cool or something.
'I am sorry,' she offered again.
'Elena,' Damon said, turning in his seat. Thankfully, Elena gathered, the yelping phase was behind them. Damon's eyes were troubled, but still full of their usual sparkle and passion. 'You're my brother's girl. I might be an ass, but I'm not exactly going round shouting it from the rooftops that I have feelings for you. That said,' he reached out a finger to tilt her chin upwards, making sure he had eye contact for this awkward but very precious moment, 'if you don't know that I'm in love with you then you're a freaking idiot.'
Elena gasped and Damon wasn't sure if that made her happy or if she was about to cry. Either way, it didn't make a difference to the fact that, whatever had developed between them in the past few months, Elena was in love with his brother, and the last thing Damon ever wanted to do was drag her into the darkness with him.
He gave her a quick smile to lighten the mood.
'Not to mention you made me look like a total airhead when I started hallucinating that Katherine was in front of me.' Damon was deliberately not thinking too much about quite how deviously he had been robbed of his control and, well, his complete mental faculties. He was torn between being outraged at being manipulated, scared of how easily Elena could have died tonight and a tiny bit proud of her for coming up with such as sneaky plan. Even if it had back-fired on her, quite spectacularly. That was the general problem, Damon mused, with emotion-led scheming. Feelings were really never conducive to battle tactics: you took advantage of those that caused weakness in your enemy but you never let your own feelings trip you up. Oh, who was he kidding? Damon rolled his eyes at himself, knowing that nothing he had done to protect Elena recently had been the smart thing to do. It has just been what he had needed to do, which was anything, anything at all, to keep this girl safe. How had she ever thought for a second that he wouldn't chose her over Katherine, over anyone on the planet? Taking a deep breath, he resolved to chill the fuck out before he got a Stefan-esque brood on. Jeez, this girl made him care way too much.
'So,' he said, as he got back to the point, 'how about we make a deal that you never, ever, ever use magic on me without my permission, like ever again... and as for the heavy talk where I whinge at you about what could have happened tonight, let's not and say we did, ok?'
Elena just nodded, her gaze fixed somewhere in the region of Damon's shoulder, unmoving as he patted her knee before hopping out of the car and looking at her expectantly. 'Are you coming inside?' he asked, aiming for casual. Elena nodded again, and Damon tried not to be unnerved by her strangely docile responses.
The front door shut behind them, and Damon was halfway across the entrance hall before he realised Elena wasn't moving. Hadn't taken off her jacket, or even switched the lights on. In the dark shadows his vampire eyesight could make her out perfectly, stood shock still just inside the doorway, staring at nothing, her only movement the worry of teeth against her bottom lip.
Breathing in a wholly unnecessary deep rush of oxygen, Damon stepped tentatively back towards Elena.
'Elena, are you okay?'
Her eyes flickered, but didn't rise to meet his. He could practically see an overload of thoughts tumbling roughshod through her head.
'Do you- You don't have to be here. I can take back home. Or you- I could call Bonnie or Matt,' Damon said.
'No,' Elena said, the barest whisper of a word that she didn't realise she'd spoken until it was out. 'No,' she repeated, stronger, and she meant it. God forgive her, she meant it and so much more.
'I'm sorry, Damon,' she said, so very softly, still fixated on the floorboards under her boots.
'You don't have anything to be sorry for,' Damon said, and he was so utterly confused by what she was trying to say that Elena stifled a soft giggle even as a rogue tear streaked down her cheek. Damon was there, right in front of her, straight away; the pad of his thumb chasing the wet trail down her skin.
'Hey, hey now,' he was murmuring, in soothing tones. 'Everything's okay now. Everything's alright, Elena. Francesca and Thom are dead. You're safe.' Elena had the vague thought that this, right now, was so much worse than anything centuries old vampires could have dreamed up. The worst part was, now that she had accepted the choice her heart had to make, she couldn't even squash the feeling of rightness, even peace, that was singing up to her. This was the very worst and the very best thing Elena could ever do.
'I'm so sorry, Damon,' she said again, 'for everything, for putting us in more danger tonight and... for this.'
Damon cut off abruptly when Elena's lips pressed gently to his own. So gentle, it was barely a kiss; more a breath of sweet air. She felt him tense, frozen in place more perfectly than a human ever could. When she pulled back far enough to see his eyes, they were like pools of wild blue fire, desire visibly battling with the common sense Elena had thrown to the wind.
'Elena, you don't want this,' Damon whispered, and Elena almost had to laugh to think that they had come this far, to a place where Damon was the one trying to put the brakes on, as she dragged him to perdition. Except, the last thing she felt like doing right now was laughing.
'I do,' she said, so sure, and felt him shiver as she fisted her hands in the thin fabric of his t-shirt. 'It's not about what I want. It's about what I need. What I can't live without.' She threw Damon's own words back at him, past the point of dignity or pride. 'Damon,' she drew a shuddering breath, 'I can't ignore us. I've tried. God, I've tried so hard. I'm so sorry.'
Damon's hands came up to cup her face, possessive and demanding, making her heart leap into her throat.
'I'm not,' he said, and then his mouth was on hers, hot and hard, and it was nothing like anything Elena had ever felt before. Nothing like the teasing, almost chaste kisses they'd exchanged early that night. This was raw, painfully stripped down; pure greed, want, taking. Without anything that could pass for conscious decision, Elena's hands were urging Damon closer, her mouth opening for him, both of them trying just as desperately to crawl right inside each other.
Sweet Jesus, the feel of his mouth on her, kissing her with all of his considerable skill, after all this time. She'd imagined it- spent more time than she dared admit fantasising about Damon's kiss- but this she couldn't have imagined, because she had no frame of reference for it. It was a bruising combination: the perfect pressure of his lips, soft and insistent against hers; the velvet feel of his tongue licking in deeply, tasting each millimetre of her mouth; the pleasure-pain as his teeth dragged along her lower lip, nibbling lightly, nipping harder. It drew blood, and Elena was already too far gone to even care. All it did was spark some darker desire in her, and she was pliant as he captured her lip again to taste her properly.
There was something deliciously primal about the gravelly moan from Damon when that tiniest taste of her life essence striped across his tongue. Then he was trailing fire from her lips to the hollow of her throat, the scratch of stubble making her gasp as he licked and sucked a path back up her jaw line, all the way to her earlobe.
Elena was wrecked. Already liquid gel in Damon's arms, and he'd barely laid a hand on her. Everywhere he touched her skin felt electric, an intensely good buzz of energy that had her whole body vibrating, completely yielding to him, his in any way he wanted. She was pretty sure her panties were embarrassingly soaked through and, God, if this was Damon kissing then she wasn't sure she'd survive anything else.
'Elena,' Damon growled into her neck, voice half broken with lust- and just when had they ended up against the wall, Damon's leg nudging between her thighs and his warm weight pinning her upright? Elena moaned at the loss of contact when he pulled back from her and she mindlessly chased after his mouth, but Damon gripped her shoulders hard, forcing them face to face.
Elena gasped at Damon's vamped out face. Just like Stefan, deep arousal obviously triggered the change; Damon's eyes were dark as molasses, black veins spidery round them, face paler than pale, fangs extended.
Unlike his brother, Damon owned it.
Elena had known that Damon was comfortable in his vampire body, but seeing him now, control slipping and wonderfully free, she understood for the first time that this was as much the real Damon as she'd ever know. It didn't change anything. Elena wanted all of him, and if he hadn't given her this willingly, she'd have gone looking for it.
Elena was in love with a man and a vampire, and the sight of him now, so dark and dangerous and turned on, was literally the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
'Woah, you're beautiful,' Elena said, without really meaning to, and usually it would have made her blush, but there wasn't room for oxygen, let alone blushes, between them right now. Damon grinned- a reckless, terrifying grin- and pressed his fingertips to her swollen lips. When she parted them instinctively to kiss his skin, he pushed two fingers inside her mouth and moved them gently until Elena got the hint and sucked firmly. Some soft curse fell from his mouth as he pumped shallow onto the wet of her tongue.
'Is this what you really want?' he asked, and it sounded like a final offer. 'Getting to the point of no return here, Elena.'
Elena released Damon's fingers and pressed reverent kisses into the palm of his hand.
'Please,' was all she said, but the cloying need she'd put behind that one word shuddered through her, straight into Damon. She had to hope he'd recognise it for the answer it was.
Apparently, Damon did, because he growled and suddenly his hips were grinding forwards, sliding in sweet friction against the crotch of Elena's jeans. She wriggled against him, shamelessly seeking more.
Turned out, Damon had it covered.
When Elena was sixteen, she'd lost her virginity to Matt Donovan on his Incredible Hulk bed sheets. It was fumbling and sweet and everything a first time should be. Elena'd had a lot of boyfriends, kissed a lot of guys before Matt. Elena was glad she waited for someone like Matt for her first time. Matt treated her so nicely; she honestly didn't know why it had taken her so long to realise how perfect for her he was. Then her parents died, and it was a long while before Elena could even think of sweet or nice again.
Until Stefan came into her life.
Stefan made love to Elena like he was trying to piece her back together. Maybe piece himself back together, as well. There was nothing fumbling about it, but there was plenty of need. Plenty of desire and plenty of love. He touched her like a man dying of thirst, if she was cool water. It made her feel wanted, and Elena loved him, God she loved him. Stefan between the sheets was like Stefan any other time; honest, thoughtful and gorgeous. Passionate, but with restraint. Intimate, without being suffocating. Sex with Stefan was fun and warm and satisfying. Sex with Stefan was never scary.
When Elena fantasised about what it would be like to sleep with Damon- and of course she had, ever since he fastened that pendant back around her neck, too close and too trusting for comfort- she'd always imagined his bedroom antics would live up to his womanizing reputation. Pretty much the dirtiest exercise in debauchery Elena's mind could conjure up; all crass words, filthy looks and carnal acts to make a backstreet whore blush like a virgin. It's not that Elena was naturally inclined to extreme sexual kinks; it's just where her mind went when she fixed on Damon's intense come-to-bed eyes and remembered the blissed, fucked-out look Caroline was permanently sporting for the few months Damon was in her bed.
Being with Damon wasn't anything like that, though.
It was much, much scarier.
Damon deposited a trembling Elena on the middle of his bedcover and, annoyingly, stayed standing at the edge of the bed. Elena tried to pull herself together and look at him, wondering why the hell he wasn't touching her right now, but Damon was just staring at her, face vampire-dark and right on the cusp of frightening. Elena tried to imagine what he saw. Her lips swollen from his kisses; messy hair pulled mostly free of its earlier ponytail; lust-blown eyes hot and wanton. She didn't want him to look; she wanted him to kiss her again. She wanted so much more.
Elena wasn't sure which one of them she surprised more when she moved, without warning grabbing Damon and tugging at the expensive black shirt between her and Damon's body. It came away with a little assistance from Damon, and then she could run her hands over the smooth planes of his pale chest and stomach, feeling the hard walls of muscle she'd fantasised about every time he'd brushed up against her. There was no conscious thought involved as Elena pressed her lips to the jut of Damon's collarbone, mouthing warmly down to flick her tongue over one hard little nipple. Damon's skin tasted of things that shouldn't have flavour: heat and dark energy and moonlight. It was the only way Elena could describe the unknown that pervaded his scent and sat heavy on her tongue. It was mouth-watering.
Damon's deep throaty groan chased straight to Elena's groin, even as the vampire tugged her back upright and made short work of stripping her down to bra and panties. Without her boots on, Elena had to tilt her head up to seek the warmth of Damon's mouth again. He obliged by kissing her deeply, and let his tongue trail a wet path to her neck as he slid her bra off. Without lifting his head, Damon continued licking a path down until, suddenly, his mouth was on her breast, was latching onto one of her painfully peaked nipples and sucking with perfect pressure, whilst his palm closed over her other small breast, alternating gentle squeezes with rough strokes of his thumb.
Any other time Elena might have been embarrassed by the high, keening whine that came out of her under Damon's skilled attentions, but she was far too turned on to worry about that. She wasn't even naked yet, but desire was shooting like a lightning bolt straight to her clit each time Damon's tongue or fingers dragged across her nipples and her whole body was rapidly heating up. She knew her breathing was rapidly becoming more of a pant.
Before she could register the loss of contact, Damon had practically shoved her down onto the bed and was looming over her, kneeling up next to her feet.
'Take your panties off, Elena,' Damon said, rough with lust. 'I want to see you.'
Elena gasped a little at his words, so turned on her skin felt aching and too tight, but hesitated. This- Damon's intense gaze, the emotion shockingly raw on his face, his unabashed enjoyment of her- was overwhelming. Elena suddenly felt very young, and helplessly out of her depth; flesh and soul bared to this man who she loved, but who would always be too far from human to be truly safe. There was nothing safe about this, Elena realised anew, wondering at how perfectly desperate her body was to surrender to this predator. Desperate to please him, and yet- she bit her lip and tried not to blush at the intimacy Damon asked of her.
Elena sensed it was somehow important to him that she be the one to offer herself freely, and she wanted so much to give that to him, to show that she trusted him. The distance Damon had put between their bodies so he could watch her spread out before him somehow made it feel more intimate, not less, and she suspected this was as calculated on Damon's part as every other move he made. Telling herself it was no use being shy now, she shifted to balance in her current position, half-sitting up against the stack of pillows on Damon's bed- and hooked her thumbs under the top of the tiny scrap of black lace masquerading as underwear. To her chagrin, the involuntary whimpering noise happened again when she saw Damon's eyes fixed firmly between her legs as she lifted her hips to slide her panties off. It was not the most elegant of manoeuvres to shimmy them over her feet and kick the damp material onto the floor, but Damon didn't seem to mind. His gaze became even more heated, and he smiled wryly at Elena's sudden shyness under his observance as she pressed her thighs together.
'Elena,' he said, and a gently hand clamped around one calf, firmly easing her legs apart until she was completely was on display for him, swollen and hot, streaks of wet already shining on her inner thighs. Elena flushed cherry dark and breathed deeply, but didn't look away from Damon's face as he took in the sight of her. Damon gave a small, thrilling growl in the back of his throat, and his eyes slid up to meet Elena's nervous gaze.
'You're perfect,' he told her seriously, leaning down to place tiny kisses along the inside of her thighs. His cheek brushed against her neat patch of pubic hair as he kissed right up her leg, onto her stomach, ignoring the place she suddenly, desperately wanted his mouth to be. Damon chuckled, feeling Elena twitch with frustration as he travelled up her body. 'I'm gonna give you everything you need,' he reassured her. 'Patience, sweetheart.'
'Damon, you're really freaking me out with all the terms of endearment,' Elena managed to huff out.
'Sweetheart,' Damon repeated, without a scrap of mirth, 'there's not one tiny part of you that's freaking out right now.'
He was right, of course, and they both knew it. The limited parts of Elena not currently preoccupied with breathing through the extreme erotic overload might be nervous, excited or impatient, but she was one hundred per cent certain that this was what she wanted- no, needed- to be doing. Elena would have rolled her eyes at Damon, but they were too busy rolling back in her head as Damon's hand dipped between her legs and his fingers stroked across the slickness there. Damon's groan was pretty obscene.
'Do you know how fucking hot it is that you're this wet for me, right now?' he ground out, and then Damon's fingers were moving with purpose, were stroking rough circles right there and she was nearly coming undone.
'Ahh,' she breathed, allowing her lips to part as they wanted, sucking quick mouthfuls of air into her lungs. It was all too much, too insanely good, just from the simplest of touches as Damon teased her nerves until they mutinied against her, craving this new, dangerous lover more than her conscious mind could absorb. Elena couldn't help herself grinding her hips up against his fingers, hyperaware of that empty place inside that she suddenly needed him to fill, with his fingers, his tongue, God, anything, just as long as it was Damon. The measured, deliberate pace of his caress was driving her insane in the best way, and every drag of the calloused pad of his finger was a bolt of electricity through her entire body. The part of her brain where reason used to live vaguely noted the wanton display she was making, but she didn't care enough to temper the shameless writhing of her body, even as Damon pressed her further down into the covers with his still semi-clothed body. 'Please, Damon,' Elena said breathlessly, 'please, I, ahh, God, I can't-'
'Yes,' Damon said, hot breath against the shell of her ear, sending another shiver down her spine that nearly shoved her over the edge. 'You can, Elena. You can have this, sweetheart. Let go for me.'
'Damon-' was all Elena managed to gasp out before she felt her inner muscles contract one final time, sending her release shuddering through her as she climaxed with a full body shiver. Her head was thrown back and she was barely aware of the guttural moan Damon coaxed out of her as he chased her through the orgasm, fingers delicate between her spread thighs and teeth scraping teasingly at her throat.
As Elena came down, Damon's lips traced a moist path from her neck, around the shell of her ear and across her cheekbone. When his mouth finally closed over hers again, Elena's lips parted immediately, craving the soft flicker of his tongue against her own. One hand tangled in her hair, the other trailed wet fingers up to toy some more with her nipples as the kiss deepened. Elena lost herself in the sensation, moulding bonelessly to Damon's hard body.
When Elena's heart rate had returned to something less cardiac-arrest-inducing, Damon pulled back to brush a kiss across her forehead.
'We'll call that one a warm-up.'
'You might kill me,' she said, softly and half seriously. She felt dazed and out of her depth, yet elated and more alive than she had ever known. This was more real, more her, more them than she had known could exist. She could hardly believe this was happening, that she was allowed to have this with him. Damon—the vampire she had slowly and torturously fallen in love with, in the cruellest twist of fate, who she had never dreamed she would experience this incredibly intimacy with—was the one shedding the last of his clothes now, and pressing cool flesh against her flushed skin. Damon was touching her like this, in a way no man ever had, making her realise she hadn't known her body, hadn't known herself at all, before he put his hands on her in this way. She had been a ghost, and he was pulling her back across the divide.
'You have nothing to fear,' Damon murmured, soft fingers finding her lips in the lightest caress. 'We were made to do this, Elena. Let me show you.'
'Anything,' Elena's response was choked with emotion. 'Make me yours, Damon, please.' She leaned in to kiss her lover with all the passion she had been fighting against since Damon had crashed into her life.
Ageless vampire eyes stared down at Elena as Damon shifted, in a motion borne of raw, dark power, and poised above her with intent. Elena shuddered, and pressed against him encouragingly, shimmying her hips so they moved in counter circles against Damon's, ramping the friction up to near unbearable levels. Then, without warning, Damon was right there, fingertips pressing tiny bruises into her thigh, coaxing it wider and higher for better access as he slid into her in one easy stroke.
It wasn't just sex. Elena had the hazy, insane notion that sex with Damon was like a whole other thing he'd personally invented, because regular sex just wasn't hot enough for him. Or maybe she'd just been doing it wrong before.
It was like being eaten alive, consumed from the inside, burned up and breathed in and melted into Damon, until they were fused together. It was strangely terrifying and, God, Elena loved it, couldn't think of it being any other way, any other way than this: Damon, ingrained on the back of her eyelids, pushing into her mind, scorching his mark into every hidden place. Elena could scrub at her skin for hours and he'd still be there, hot energy in her veins, bringing her to life.
The air around Elena shifted; suddenly she was pressed against Damon's chest, letting his strong arms guide her frantic rise-and-fall's, crying out for him even as his mouth smothered the sound on her lips. He moved impossibly fast inside her, every delicious friction was an agony of pleasure, a million micro-seconds of clarity in an overwhelming cacophony of feeling. Elena felt everything inside her reaching for more of Damon's perfect, incomprehensible touch. She couldn't keep track of the words spilling from her lips, unsure if she was begging or praising, or just making wordless sounds of desperation.
'Hush sweetheart,' Damon murmured soothingly, his breath hot on Elena's ear, as one hand came up to cup her face. She was briefly aware of the sheen of sweat covering her body, as Damon adjusted the angle of his thrusts minutely and their bodies slid against each other. Damon slid in hard again, and Elena gasped his name as even more new sensations sparked to life deep inside her. She had never felt this connected with another being in her entire existence.
'I'm going to bite you,' Damon said in a lust-deepened rasp that made Elena's eyes snap open and lock onto his. The vampire's eyes were dark and anticipatory; Elena knew without a shadow of a doubt this was what it felt like to be Damon's prey, but it only served to heighten the erotic tension of the moment.
'Don't fight me, sweetheart,' her vampire lover said, still moving steadily within her, and Elena moaned for him. 'You're going to love this, we'll both love this. Let me have all of you, baby.' Elena shivered as Damon kissed a wet path down her throat, angling her head to the side and licked right over her pulse point. Something in her deep subconscious tried to stir her into motion, urging her to escape this predator's grasp, sending a frisson of fear down her spine that Elena noticed with a kind of negligent delight. 'Let go,' Damon urged her, scraping his fangs over her skin. 'Give in to me, Elena. Show me how hard you can come.'
Elena cried out, feeling the deep pleasure inside her start to coil and pulse in a delicious, hot, desperate frenzy.
Then he bit her, and she tumbled over the edge with nothing but Damon filling her up, Damon drinking her down, Damon the name that she cried out, sobbing, begging as her orgasm tore through her whole body like a force of nature; destructive, uncontrollable and utterly beautiful.
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