Damon gently grasped her hands in his, raising her battered wrists to his lips, running his soothing tongue over the raw marks. The purple and black rings outlined in red made one neat band around her wrists, both swollen from the abuse. "Were you always restrained?" he whispered.

"Sometimes," she breathed. She couldn't believe he was really going to do this for her. They were barely more then friends when her birthday had rolled around and now she was going to let him into the deepest crevices of her mind and body, but she hadn't been lying when she said she trusted him. She just didn't want to disappoint him and she could feel how hurt she was. "Stefan… said if I misbehaved there would be serious consequences, usually by someone else's hand. Mostly vampires, I got bit a lot."

Damon's fingers gently unzipped her hoody, sliding it off her shoulders carefully. She had changed in the bathroom at the hospital with a nurse, so he still hadn't been able to get a good look at her. His eyes darkened as each injury was revealed, the large amount of bite marks all over her torso and neck, the bruising, the broken bones, the cuts, and it was taking all his self control to keep his anger in check. There were jagged bites all over her shoulders, skin torn into jagged pieces, as he moved behind her to gently kiss each one. They definitely hadn't been gentle with her. A vampire bite could be one of the most amazing things, and Elena had been deprived of that. His saliva helped the swelling as he closed all the wounds, earning him soft sighs of pleasure from her. He nuzzled her neck with his nose, running his hands over her back and ribs, taking mental inventory of each injury. "What else?"

Her eyes clenched shut as the images assaulted her brain, almost making her double over. Her stomach churned violently as she tried not to be sick all over him. "He would… pinch my breasts and twist them until I was screaming and they were bleeding," she whimpered. Damon moved around her, bending a little to lick her right nipple, his free hand gently cupping the other one. She and Katherine were alike only in the face, and even then he could clearly see the difference everyday he spent with Elena. Her hands tangled in his hair as she arched into him. "Damon," she mewled. Shocks of pleasure flickered through her, all her senses on fire as each cut disappeared under his talented tongue. Her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, which he loved.

"What are these from?" he asked, gently touching the purple bruises on her rib cage.

"If…" tears stung her eyes as she stared at something on the wall. "If I gagged or try to pull away I got kicked."

"Oh sweetheart," he said kneeling to remove her sneakers. He pressed a kiss to her naval, loving the way her muscles twitched. The girl was barely a woman, and Stefan had brutalized her for being inexperienced. He would save that lesson for another night. This was all about her, not about him. "Just keep your arms around my neck okay?" His nimble fingers untied the gray drawstring to the sweats she was wearing, allowing them to fall right to the floor, not surprised to find her pantiless as he stood up. There was still some blood coating her thighs, black and blue patterns blending together over her beautiful legs. Carefully, he lifted her out of them and slowly eased her onto the mattress, cradling her head trying to support as much of her weight as he possibly could.

"You really… don't have to do this," she said tears sliding down the side of her temples. She was glad it was dark and she didn't have super vampire sight. She wasn't sure she could stand the look of pity or concern on Damon's face. He was going to see every thing Stefan and his gang had done.

"Shh," he said, his nostrils flaring as the smell of blood assaulted his nose. He was careful to keep his weight off her as he trailed kisses across her chest down her belly. Despite the pain she was in, he could smell how much she was enjoying what he was doing; at least she had some relief from this horror.

"I can feel the blood Damon," she said shaking her head, wishing she could move her legs in some way. All her instincts were telling her to cover up, which was impossible at the moment. This just wasn't how she wanted her first time with Damon to be.

"We'll get there," he said, kissing her softly, his tongue sweeping over her swollen lip, sealing the cuts. Surprisingly her mouth opened under his as she kissed him gently, her tongue dancing with his. "All I want you to do is tell me if I hurt you or if you don't like anything that I do, and I'll do something else."

Elena nodded and her hands rested next to her head, letting her eyes fall closed. "Okay," she whispered taking an imaginary deep breath. Damon would never hurt her or do anything to make her uncomfortable, especially like this.

Damon nibbled on her collar bone, cleaning each cut thoroughly, one of his hands running up and down her side, his thumb gently brushing her nipple. Elena sighed in pleasure as his lips moved lower, blowing on her bruised nipples. He paid equal attention to both her breasts, his tongue healing every mark, other then the bruises. He suckled gently on both her nipples, happy to hear her moans of pleasure, urging him to continue. Vampire saliva couldn't do much for injuries under the skin, but at least he was easing the pain. His hand traveled lower to rub the tops of her thighs, purring against her chest. "If you're getting wet it will allow your legs to open," he said licking the underside of her breast. "And I can stop the bleeding and… make the pain stop."

Elena shook her head. "I can't have sex with you," she whimpered. It wasn't like she didn't want to be with him; she just didn't want him to be disappointed, and she was quite the mess. Hardly anything he imagined as his first time with her.

Damon smiled in flattery. "I'm talking about my tongue love," he said, kissing his way down to her hips. "We'll take it slow, get you as wet as possible."

Modesty had long since flown out the window, and she tried to focus her brain on more pleasant thoughts. She just wanted to feel, and Damon was making her feel amazing. "That's… not an issue," she said, offering him a small smile as she allowed her legs to open a little as Damon kneeled between her knees, running his soft hands down her inner thighs. "I can't anymore." All the muscles in her hips were sore, limiting her range of motion.

Damon fantasized about making love to Elena a million ways; he never imagined it would be under these circumstances. But he was going to make it good for her. He kissed her outer lips that were swollen and bright red, and his demon sang at the first taste of her blood. She shuddered around him and he slowly licked each laceration he could find, her juices flowing out of her, which allowed his tongue easy entrance. Her walls clenched around his invasion as he found every violation. She was a lot tighter then anyone he was used to, which under normal circumstances would be heaven for them both, even his tongue was a tight fit. Like he promised, he stopped the bleeding before he was unable to ignore her swollen nub. Despite the pain she was in, she bucked against his face. His tongue swirled around her clit, one of his fingers gently piercing her folds. "That feel okay?" he purred against her leg.

Elena nodded. "Yeah," she moaned as her legs trembled from pleasure.

Damon's fingers kept up a steady rhythm as he slithered back up her body, biting into his wrist gently. "Have some sweetheart," he said. "I promise you'll feel better." As her lips closed over the wound, he curled his fingers making her spasm around him, her grip on his arm tightening.

Elena pulled back to breathe, his blood smeared on her lips. "Oh my god," she rasped, her hips squirming trying to find some friction against his hand.

"How you feeling?" he asked.

"Better," she said, running her hands over him, pulling his shirt from his jeans so she could feel his beautiful skin. "Much better." Her head didn't feel like it was going to explode, she could breathe without feeling like someone was stabbing her in the chest, and she could feel every inch of him against her. She barely glanced at herself to see if the marks were gone, she just wanted him.

Damon left the warmth of her arms to strip out of his clothes, his eyes raking over her body. The bruises had faded, the cuts were gone, her skin was returning to its normal olive shade as he rejoined her, his hands moving over her body. "You're beautiful, you know," he said, kissing her softly, gently pressing her into his mattress.

She smiled for the first time that night as her hands stroked his cheeks. "Make love me," she whispered, pulling his lips down to hers for a searing kiss.

Damon growled in approval as her legs came around his hips, the pain obviously gone; the blood doing its job. "Easy," he said with a chuckle as she tried to help him slid into her. They didn't need to rush or give her poor brain an overload that she couldn't handle.

"I don't think you're going to fit," she groaned, arching against him as she stretched her tight sheath.

Damon kissed her blissful mouth. "Soul mates fit together perfectly," he said his hands rubbing over her breasts. He pulled out a little and slid slowly forward, her body stretching slowly to accommodate him. Her muscles were tight, still healing from her ordeal, making his eyes roll into the back of his head. She didn't even have to try to drive him crazy.

Elena rolled her hips a little, allowing him to sink all the way into her. "Feels so good Damon," she said, locking her legs around him.

He wanted to go slow, but her fingers were digging into his back and she was making wonderful noises, and with an uncontrollable jerk of his hips, they both screamed in pleasure. "Elena," he gasped, his face resting against her shoulder. "God I love you."

Elena's hands were everywhere she could reach, her lips latched onto his shoulder. Each nip earned her a powerful thrust and this primal need came over her as she sank her blunt teeth into Damon's neck, his blood filling her mouth once more. An animalistic growl vibrated through Damon as his fangs slid into her neck, yanking her hips against his, pushing them both over the edge.

Elena's arms dropped to the mattress, her legs quaking around him. "Damon…"

Slowly, he lifted himself from her neck, kissing his mark lovingly, staring down at her in wonder. "I'm… sorry Elena," he said softly. He… didn't want to apologize for biting her, it didn't feel wrong. A human had never bitten him before, not for pleasure. "No one's… ever bitten me before."

"I will never be sorry for anything that happens between us," she said softly, kissing him again. "I think… I'm going to die here though because I can't move."

Damon chuckled and slowly pulled from her heat to slide next to her. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked softly, his hands running over her sweaty back to rest on her ass.

One of her legs draped over his as she wrapped an arm around his waist. "I know it wasn't… what either of us had in mind for our first time, but it was amazing," she whispered, nuzzling his chest, her eyes falling closed with a yawn. "I'm…happy that we did this."

"He's going to pay Elena," he vowed, kissing her hair. "I will not let him get away with what he's done to you."