"I didn't mean to." Elena began, but was stopped as he touched her hair once again.
"It's all right. I know you're not use to this yet, use to me." He was sweet again, but something dark danced behind his eyes. "You have no idea how much I want to taste you though. The thought is mind blowing. How about I offer a proposition?"
"Umm, okay." She was unsure where he was leading his intentions.
Damon uncovered her, letting the blanket fall elegantly down revealing the left side of her naked body. His fingers swayed down her shoulder, down her arm, and stopped at her wrist. He grabbed it delicately and turned it over. Using his thumb, he rubbed the underside of her wrist.
"We can start slow, if you agree." The husky tone of his voice swarmed over her. "I can taste and feed on other parts of your body instead of your neck, like here."
His thumb continued to caress her skin on her wrist forming goose bumps up and down her arm. The ridge of his nail lightly skimmed and scratched the blue vein that throbbed, as his eyes grew hungry. Elena's breath quickened and he released his hold on her.
"Of course, that is up to you. I really would like to try though." Damon leaned back letting the blanket shift once more and leaving nothing to imagination. Her cheeks grew warm and she averted her eyes away.
"You can set the limits of where you wouldn't mind me biting you and where you don't want it at all." He assured her. "I want to make sure this is your decision and that you are comfortable with the pain and pleasure that comes along with it Miss Gilbert."
Pain and pleasure, those two always seemed to get grouped together and yet, it sounded so foreign. She had never experienced pain and pleasure together before. How could you feel both at one time?
"Do I have to decide now?" Elena asked rubbing her wrist thinking of two razor sharp teeth puncturing her skin.
Damon blinked revealing his icy blue eyes that smoldered with lust and something else that she couldn't quite make out. "No. I want you to think about this. I want you to come to me with any questions you may have. Most importantly, I want you to want this because it is your decision."
"And why me?" She blurted out before rendering the thought. Immediately, she pressed her lips together wishing she had filtered herself. So easily, she lost herself in him, letting her confided thoughts slip out into the open without a second of thought. What was it about him that made her snap, melt, and fall head over heels without any hesitation?
"Why you, Miss Gilbert." Damon rested his arm on top of the couch and let a mischievous look swept across his face. "I ask myself that very question. Why you?"
"All your…past relationship (aka victims) have been compelled, fed on, and distorted into a lifestyle that is completely insane. And then there is me." Elena lowered her voice. "I just don't understand why I am so different."
"Is there anything wrong with being different?" He raised his eyebrow with the altering question.
Elena wrapped the blanket around her body tighter. "No." She said in a hush voice.
"Miss Gilbert, I don't fully understand the sort of hold you have on me yet, however, I wouldn't have you sitting here looking as beautiful as you do discussing something that is very private if I didn't want to." He leaned forward closing in the space between them. "If you haven't learned already I am anything but normal. I am anything but innocent. I am anything but what you really want. I can't give you love or even a normal relationship."
His last statement puzzled her, but she continued to listen to his short speech.
"What I can give you is one hell of a time." His seductive smirk was wider than ever and his eyes were the brightest blue she had ever seen them. "If you are looking for love or a relationship then I can assure you this is not something you may choose to accept. I don't make love. I fuck. I don't flaunt titles of affection. I am very, very messed up soul and I want you to understand that before you make the decision and sign the contract."
Everything said, everything soaking into her all at once was mind-boggling. From what he spoke of, Elena was beginning to understand the true extremity of how fucked up he really was. Was he always like this even before he had turned? Or was it the transformation from a life of purity to this life of damnation that destroyed him and sent to be life this? One thing was for sure, she wasn't signing the contract until she really thought everything through. She wanted to be sure this was what she wanted. But in the moment as he stared at her with such intensity, her thoughts were shifting and she wanted to put aside all the legal stuff.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Damon said lifting his hand and touching the soft skin on her shoulder. He brushed the blanket aside letting is fall and she was exposed. "Do you know how sexy you are?"
It was happening again. The swirling vibrations coursing through her were apparent and she knew where this was leading.
Chapter 21: Dark Desires
Sex-driven and extremely darken by his confessions, Elena couldn't take her eyes off the man or once was a man that was slowly approaching her from across the couch. His stare flicked from somewhat flirty to focused and controlled. She felt her back slipping down along the leather of the couch as Damon pressed his palms on either side of her and huffed as he licked his lips. Was this really happening again, only minutes after they had just conquered his desk?
Elena never had experienced an arousal or the sensation to participate in sexual acts multiple times in one day, let alone an hour. Her inexperience made her feel shy and tamed and the thought of going at it again with Damon was nerve racking. Should she really let herself dive into the sexual tormented and fucked up world of Damon Salvatore? Yes! You want this! Her thoughts screamed at her as she continued to slip down the couch.
"Shouldn't we, you know, not do this because I haven't signed the, um, contract?" Elena stammered as his breath grew closer and their skin made further contact. She knew the words were slipping out of her before she could think, however she couldn't help herself.
"Yes," Damon replied. "But I don't care. I can't contain myself when I'm around you, Elena."
Without another protest, she gave in. Damon placed his hand at her waist while the other propped him up as he leaned down and trailed wet kisses just below her chin. Gasping and softly moaning Elena gripped his bare shoulder. The fear of him still not being able to control himself around her lingered in her mind, but she knew a man who strived off control would be able to fight his undeniable urges.
The idea of sex was not foreign, but it sure felt like it to her. Damon's capabilities to make her fold underneath him and to obey his every command without compulsion was exciting, even though she couldn't understand why. Sex was sex, but not with him. Every thing was heightened and maybe it had to do with him being dangerous that drew her in even more. Maybe she did like the bad boys instead of the goody goodies like Matt.
Her thoughts of the moment were interrupted by Damon's lingering hand that now was guiding itself up her torso and to her right breast. He massaged it carefully letting the sensation build and his lips mimicked the same massaging motion instead with his mouth as his dipped his head.
Elena mouthed, oh my god, as she enjoyed the feeling of his mouth exploring other parts of her body. He was skilled and perhaps that had to do with his countless years roaming the earth letting his sex drive over take him from time to time. She could only imagine he had a good amount of experience and has been quite the hit with the ladies.
Continuing to move his mouth and letting his tongue that swirled round and round repeat the delicious massaging on her breast she felt her back arch up and she twisted her fingers into his hair. Damon pushed her back down into the couch and whispered, "Steady." He stared up at her revealing his bright blue eyes that forewarned darkness and seduction. In return she hoped she transmitted through her own expression as she stared back at him crying out that he could have her, all of her.
Mr. Salvatore, you can have me any way you want, Elena screamed to herself. Any thought of rationality was being thrown ou
t the window. She wanted him again and bad.
Damon's lips left sensual kisses that were almost sweet as he lowered down her torso and in between her legs. He softly gripped her hips and stopped the kissing. His chin rested lightly on her lower abdomen. She couldn't understand why he was stopping and staring at her with his devilish smile.
"Please do not take offense to this Miss Gilbert, but can I inquire that you have not been sexually explored prior to today?" He grinned asking.
"You mean was I a virgin before today?" Elena pushed her hair off her face and wondered why his curiosity of her state of experience wasn't asked until now. They were just getting to the good part and of course he had to interject. But then again, this was all part of his game. He was making her sit on the edge of her seat. He wanted her to want him even more than she already did.
"No," she told him feeling her cheeks grow warm. "I've only had sex once before and it wasn't very good."
"Oh." His grin increased in pleasure and he rubbed her skin with his thumbs in a circular motion. "And what about today?"
Elena bit her lower lip as the heat rushed once again to her cheeks. Why were they talking instead of messing around? She wanted to press play again, but she knew she would have to please him with her answers before he would let her feel the burning sensation again.
"Riveting." She carefully chose her answer and his eyebrows raised.
He kissed her stomach. "I want to explore you in more ways than one Miss Gilbert." His left hand skimmed down and found her sweet spot. Elena's breathe hitched.
"Mmmm. And I see you oblige." Damon smirked. "Shall I explore some more?"
His other hand took off and caressed her thigh. Those blue eyes disappeared as he focused in on her and he rubbed slowly letting her build up the overwhelming sensation to release again. "Eager are we? Not yet." His voice snickered and his hand that was on her thigh now danced around her sex and he pushed his finger inside of her.
Another gasp exhaled from Elena and she felt Damon thrusting into her even faster. "Control my dear. It's the key to everything, even in a time like this." She was listening, but not comprehending. Fuck control. Just fuck me already!
She expanded as a second finger entered and she let her back arch. With his constant rubbing and thrusting, she knew she was near the end and if Damon wanted to keep her from releasing he was going to have to stop. However, his sly blue eyes were looking back up at her again and he was torturing her. Elena licked her lips as the sensation became more urgent. This was what he wanted. She was so close and he was going to stop, but to her surprise he pushed his fingers deeper in her causing so much friction that she began to shake.
"Let go Elena." He demanded and as if on cue her whole body convulsed and she let her chest rise up and down furiously. Letting her only rest for a moment and coming back down from her high, Damon crawled on top of her.
"Hmmm, let's see if you can handle me again." Damon growled and lifted her hips. His erection pressed against her sex and then pushed inside.
Holy shit! How was it possible after just releasing, he could possibly make her feel like this all over again?
With every thrust, Elena could feel her sweaty body rub against the leather couch. Damon kept his locked stare on her and he grunted as he pounded into her. The build up of the burning desirable sensation was back. It wasn't going to be long before she was going to let herself go into the land of pleasure again. Looking up at him, she swore she saw a flicker of hunger breach him, but then she wasn't sure at all. Her mind was so boggled at the moment she wasn't sure if she was imagining things.
Bringing herself back to reality, she was meeting his motions and Damon grew quicker and harder. His jaw was clenched as she noticed him beginning to shake. Elena liked the feeling of him about to lose himself in her and it only stirred the pot of sensation even further. She was about to peak and so was he. Throwing her head back, she gripped what she could find and tightly pressed her lips together not letting the moan she wanted to scream out loudly.
"Oh fuck," Damon hissed and she felt him shake and he too threw his head back. He calmed himself and withdrew from her. Suddenly feeling shy, Elena covered herself with the blanket.
"No shame here," he laughed. "I think we both have gotten to no one another well."
Elena still feeling silly let the blanket cover loosely and she curled up on the couch now feeling exhausted. Leaving the couch, Damon walked over to a small wooden table and extracted a bottle of bourbon. "Thirsty?" He asked pouring himself a glass.
"Yes." Elena replied and felt herself being brave. "You?"
Pouring her glass and setting the bottle down, Damon looked over his shoulder. "Don't make me come over there and relish in you again just like I did moments ago."
Woah. Was he serious? How could he possibly have the stamina to proceed in more sexual acts after that? Then again he wasn't human and she couldn't help her body react weakly to his remark. Before her thoughts could even sink in, it was her body that was making up the decision whether to let him control her or not. This was all so new to her.
As Damon walked over to her gave her glass of bourbon to her, he took a large gulp and sat opposite of her again. She studied him. He was so youthful and unblemished. The pure amazement of how one could stay this way forever was breathtaking and she knew before she could even render the thought her mouth was opening and the words were escaping her.
"How do you do it?" She asked.
"Do what?" He replied and cocked his head to the side.
"How do you get away with never getting older? Don't people notice?" Elena sipped her bourbon politely. It was strong.
Damon smirked and laughed. He rested his ankle of his knee and pulled the blanket over his lower stomach to cover him. Now who is modest Mr. Salvatore? Elena thought.
"Well, in this day an age hinting towards the idea of having an excellent cosmetic surgeon helps dart the dangers of people figuring out that I can't age." He explained giving her his award winning smirk. She was beginning to get use to it and she smiled back at him. "In the past, I moved around a lot and I also wasn't as in control of my life then as I am now."
"How so?"
"Intrigued are we?" Damon raised the glass to his lips and gulped down more of his deadly drink. Even the act of drinking he made it seem sexy. Elena felt herself shift, as she grew anxious. "Well, when you become a vampire at first it isn't easy. It's tempting and control is the last thing on your mind. Once I learned it I knew I needed to become a part of the world again and so I constructed Salvatore Corporation."
"Oh." Elena tried to let it all sink in. "That definitely wasn't the answer you gave me in the interview."
"No." He smirked. "So you see I moved around a lot prior to that and since then I have resided in my birth place of Mystic Falls and I am very happy that I did."
The warmth returned to her cheeks again. Elena felt a sweep of fatigue hit her and she set the glass down on the ground. As tired as she felt, she wanted to continue to talk to him. To learn more about him. However, Damon was good at controlling the direction of the conversation and eventually she found herself talking more about herself then she should.
"You should sleep." Damon suggested. "Please let me show you to your room."
"My room?" She perked up as he stood and went over to retrieve his boxers.
"Yes, if you sign the contract I will give you a room here to stay in." He snapped the band of his boxers and gestured to the door. "All of my, relationships have stayed here. I want them to be here so I can be in close realm of them whenever I need to satisfy my cravings, whatever those may be."
There was that smirk again. Damon directed her out of the room and down the dark hallway. Elena realized it had to be late or into the wee hours of the morning by now. The thought made her feel even more tired.
"Here, this is your room." He turned the knob of the door and revealed a room that matched the rest of the dreary home. The curtains were drawn covering the windows and a sm
all bedside lamp was illuminated. The bed was draped in a cream colored bedspread which seemed almost too bright for the interior. Elena stepped inside examining it.
"I will return your clothes to your room in the morning. There are clothes in the closet and the drawers for you as well. Now please, Elena get some sleep. I need you to regain your energy for the rest of the weekend." He said in a serious tone.
"Clothes?" Elena shook her head and fluttered her sleepy eyes.
"I will explain more tomorrow morning. It goes along with the contract." He stepped closer to her and kissed her on the forehead. "Bed now."
Feeling like a child, she walked over to the bed and climbed into. She half expected Damon to tuck her in, but he flashed her his smile one more time before turning around to leave.
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