N: Here you go love, HAPPY BIRTH DAY ANGELA! I hope you'll like this smutty fest, prepared special for you from your favorite ingredients.

Thank you Ella for your help with this.


Feel my heart loving you

His lips were firmly pressed against hers and she could feel the tip of his tongue playfully pushing between her lips – trying to make its way inside. Her mouth opened with as a soft moan escaping from her throat and then, everything around Elena ceased to exist. She'd never been stoned, but from the stories she had heard and had read about, she was pretty sure no drug in the world could make her feel the way Damon's tongue twirling around hers was making her feel at this moment.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. She needed more of him…all of him. His kiss was giving her life and she And she was trying to engrain into her memory every touch and every thrust of his tongue. She was melting in his arms slowly when suddenly he stopped. He pulled back an inch and pressed his index finger against her lips, still looking for some form of contact.

"Wait…wait…" he whispered and she let out a soft sigh in protest. She missed his touch, her body missed his and her lips missed that sweet taste of his nectar.

"Damon," she whispered his name, like a pray.

"Elena, what you said…I mean…when you came in…"

"That I love you?" she asked.

"Yes, that…"

"I meant it, Damon."

"Since when?"

"A while…"

"Elena!"

"I don't know ok. All I know is that when you kissed me that night, everything changed. I mean…it changed before that, but that's the moment I realized that I couldn't ignore it anymore."

"Ignore what?"

"How I feel about you."

"And how do you feel about me?"

"I don't know how to explain it. When I'm around you…you…you just make me burn. And when you touch me, I feel it everywhere in my body, like an electric shock," she explained.

Damon's lips curled into a half smile that made Elena's heart beat faster. Thanks to his supernatural hearing, he immediately picked up on the change and placed his left hand on her chest, over her heart. The unexpected movement made her gasp.

"Do you think about me even when you don't want to think about me?" he asked in a soft whisper and she nodded.

"Do you dream about me?"

"Yes…" she admitted. He leaned in.

"What am I doing to you in those dreams, Elena?" he asked against her ear and she shivered slightly. His lips brushed over the outline of her ear and the light contact was enough to set her skin on fire.

"You…you…"

"I what?" he pushed.

"You hold me…in your arms, close to you," she finally said and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What else?"

"Your hand glides up and down my back until my back arches and my head falls slightly backwards," she whispered and his hand started to slowly move up and down her back, letting his fingers brush softly over her spinal cord. As predicted, her back arched and her head fell backwards.

"Then what?"

"Then you bury your fingers in my hair, brushing it over my shoulders a few times," she answered and he did just that. "Then you brush your fingertips over my cheek and jawline before finally kissing me as if you're kissing me for the last time," she continued out of breath.

Just like she described, Damon's fingers traced the outline of her jaw and her lips before kissing her with a passion that made her lose contact with reality. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at it in a desperate move to keep her balance and keep her connected to reality. But all that went to hell when his tongue curled around hers and he sucked it in deeply.

"Elena?"

"Huh?" she asked confused when he pulled back from her again.

"You said you would explain why you asked Klaus to kiss you. You must have a very good reason for doing that."

"I do. I had a suspicion, but now I am sure. I know what's in the coffin we have. More like…who is in that coffin."

"Who?" he asked inpatient.

"The first Petrova," she said and Damon raised an eyebrow at her. "All his brothers and sisters were in the other coffins, so it had to be someone else. He obviously had a powerful witch seal that particular casket, which means whoever is in there means a great deal to him. I thought about it and the idea of the original girl came to me, but I wasn't sure how much she would mean to him."

"So you decided to kiss him and see? Couldn't you just…I don't know…ask?"

"Are you actually jealous?" Elena asked surprized. "Of Klaus?"

"Well, you do seem to have a thing for the big-bad vampires," he defended.

"I do have a thing for a particular big-bad vampire…" she whispered seductively and Damon could feel his dead heart ready to start fucking beating again at her words. He couldn't believe she was actually flirting with him. He couldn't believe that she had actually told him she loved him. Elena Gilbert had told him, Damon Salvatore, that she loved him.

She reached for his hand and pulled him towards her. He obliged, taking a step forward. They were now inches apart and Elena's breath was heavy and uneven, making it hard for Damon to keep his composure. He took a deep, unnecessary breath in order to take in her sweet, unique scent and he actually growled, softly in his throat at the scent of her arousal. It smelled divine.

"Damon, please…touch me…" she prayed.

"Where do you want me to touch you, Elena?" he asked softly in her ear and she shivered slightly. There was something in his voice. Something she couldn't quiet put her finger on…something predatory-like. And she actually liked it.

"Everywhere. I want you to touch me everywhere," she answered. "I just want to feel you…every inch of my body's burning for you. I've been keeping these feelings buried deep inside and now I feel like I might explode."

Damon's right hand found rest at her waist and then slowly slipped underneath her t-shirt. When his hand came into contact with her burning flesh Elena gasped and closed her eyes for a moment. He slowly – very slowly – let his finger slide up on her back, stopping from time to time just to press his palm against her skin. He got to her spine and she arched her back making him smirk in satisfaction. Soon his hand stopped on the small of her back and pulled her closer, crushing her body against his. He kissed her nose, her cheeks and finally her lips.

His tongue was going in and out of her mouth like it was his and only his. Actually, her whole body seemed to have been made just for him. It was responding to his every touch which caused Elena to believe that she might have actually been made only for him; that the universe allowed them to find their way back to each other after being separated for decades.

When his other hand followed underneath her top, she raised her hands to let him take off the clothing, but he hesitated.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Now?"

"Yes Damon, I'm sure. I actually have wanted this for a long, long time. I have dreamed about it, thought about it and fantasized about it…and now, I am ready to let go of everything that was holding me back and be with you."

"Once we do this, there's no going back," he said. She knew very well he was talking about Stefan. He obviously thought she'd want to go back to Stefan sooner or later and she'd end up regretting being with him. But that wasn't true. He must know that, right? He must've realized she still cared about Stefan, but she wasn't in love with Stefan; not anymore.

"Damon…I don't want to go back. I care about Stefan, yes. I will always care about him. He is a part of me, part of who I am, but he is my past. I love you, Damon…you."

"God, do you have any idea how many times I imagined you saying these words to me?" he asked rhetorically and she smiled softly. "But to be honest, none of my dreams and fantasies compare with the real thing."

"This is no fantasy, Damon. I am here," she said taking his hand in hers. "I'm real, and my feelings for you are real too," she placed his hand on her chest and Damon moaned softly at the feeling of her chaotic heart beat against the palm of his hand. "Now would you please just kiss me? And don't stop. Don't stop until you've made me yours."

Damon picked her up bridal-style and placed her on the huge bed. He climbed on top of her and brushed a strand of hair off of her face. He let his fingertips wander over her lips, jaw and finally on the sensitive flesh of her neck. When he got to her collarbone she moaned softly. He took off her bra and cupped her full breasts, massaging them slowly.

"Damon…" she whispered out of breath. When he replaced his hand with his mouth, Elena thought she might evaporate. His skillful tongue started twirling around her erect nipple and she arched her back against the mattress to push herself deeper into his mouth. Listening to her need, he took the other into his mouth and gently sucked on it – sucking, pushing his tongue against it, sucking again, circling it with the tip of his tongue and sucking it in again. He pulled back and blew on it before linking it one more time and moving lower on her flat abdomen. Finding her bellybutton, he started pushing his tongue in and out and Elena cursed under her breath.

She realized she had no pants on only when she felt his moist tongue on her thighs, but she had no force to pull herself up and ask how it had happened. His big – and slightly cold hands – were sliding up and down her left thigh, stopping on the V between her legs and applying just enough pressure to make her moan and push her hips forward, but not enough to satisfy her need of friction.

After taking her underpants off as well, his mouth and tongue started exploring her joints and pubic bone.

"Urrrggghh…God, please…" she mumbled and Damon's lips curled into a half smile against her flesh. Only after making sure he had kissed every millimeter of skin around her core, he finally gave her what she'd been praying for and his lips closed around her clit, teasing it with his tongue.

"Damon…ah, God…Damon…" her hands grabbed the sheets and squeezed as hard as she could when his tongue found entrance inside her folds. He pressed his thumb on her sensitive bud and pumped two fingers inside her at the same time and Elena's eyes rolled in the back of her head.

"You're so wet, so perfectly ready for me," he whispered and she nodded.

"I am…please," she pleaded and he pulled out his fingers, licking them clean, the image making her moan again.

He took off his pants and boxers in a heartbeat and covered her with his weight. Automatically her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands around his neck and her fingers tangled in his midnight hair. Damon let only the tip of his erection slide inside her before pulling back with a growl.

"Damon!" she shouted impatiently. She just couldn't wait any longer to have him inside of her. Her body was shaking violently with unbelievable and undeniable need. She couldn't remember her body ever responding in such a violent way before. She felt like…she might break into a million pieces if she doesn't find her release.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered with no hesitation.

"Then trust me when I tell you it will be worth it," he said before kissing her to stop her from saying anything else. He repeated the move a few more times; giving her just enough to drive her insane, but not enough to calm her hunger for him. His tongue was going in and out of her mouth just like his dick going in and out of her soaked opening.

In one deep push, Damon filled her to the hilt and stopped, giving her time to adjust. Elena was holding her breath, trying to remember that feeling for forever, because the way she felt right now was unique and amazing. She thought that there's no way it could get better than that, but when he started moving and she could feel every inch of his impressive length sliding in and out of her she closed her eyes, ready to let herself be overwhelmed by the multiple sensations. She felt like her body was not on earth anymore, but in heaven – or at least that's how she imagined heaven must feel: perfectly happy.

"Oh God, please don't stop," she begged.

"I won't stop until I've taken you on the highest peaks of pleasure. I won't stop until I've made you feel things you've never felt before," the promise in his voice made Elena's body tremble.

Damon placed his right hand on her left thigh and pushed her leg against her upper body. When he started moving again, he was hitting her 'holy spot' with every thrust and she soon felt her muscles tighten around his dick, her nails digging into his skin and her heart beat like a drum in her chest.

"Elena," he whispered her name, reaching his own release along with her.

***feel my heart loving you***

"You know…" Elena started, moving to support herself on her elbow and look at Damon. "I've imagined how it will be like to be with you many times…"

"Did you, now?" he asked interrupting her. He raised an eyebrow as his signature smirk appeared on his angelic face.

"Yes," she admitted. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of red, but she held his gaze. "I don't know why, but I've always imagined it would be amazing, deep and passionate."

"And?"

"And it was all that and more."

"And…?"

"And I was wondering if it will be like that every time."

"Wanna find out?" he asked pulling her closer and she gasped when she felt his already hard length poking at her belly. She could already feel the tingling sensation all over her body and her erogenous zones pulsating with need. She had a feeling that, yes, it would be as intense, powerful and passionate every time with them and she would have a hell of a great time proving that theory.


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