"That's your way to a vampire's heart," Damon's voice is low and scrutinizing in my ear. His hand is all-too-present on the bare skin of my lower back. His touch is like fire, so hot I might have to check and see if his fingertips singed my skin. He slowly removes his hand from my back, but keeps his other grip tight on my wrist—only Damon could master such a mix between pain and pleasure.

No! This is Damon Salvatore, for God's sake! Stefan's brother! I can't think like that.

But, the moment Damon pulls away from me and I meet his eyes, I know that no matter what I do, I'm putty in this vampire's hands. The way his eyes glow with love and hints of wickedness makes my heart skip a beat, something that Damon would undoubtedly hear. My eyes drift to his lips—I know it's wrong to feel this way about Damon, but I can't help it; the way he looks at me, the scandalous nature of each smirk he gives me, the way his touches linger just a little too long on my skin excites me in ways that Stefan never could, that no one ever could.

"I'll do whatever it is you need me to do, Elena," Damon pauses, searching my face. All I can do is switch my gaze between his lips and his cobalt blue eyes like a stupid lust-filled teenager. "No one's gonna hurt you, especially not my brother."

I nod slowly as his words wash over me, embracing me and comforting me in ways that only Damon seems to accomplish.

"So, Stefan really called you a human blood bag?" Damon's voice switches from honest to sarcastic, and I brace myself for whatever smug commentary he has coming up.

"Yeah," I say, exhaling deeply and pulling my hand from his grip. I take a few steps back from him and busy myself setting up some weights.

"What a stupid thing to say," Damon pauses and I momentarily think that he might actually say something moral and insightful for once. "Doesn't he know that all humans are just human blood bags?" I roll my eyes. My mistake.

"Damon," I turn on him with one hand placed sassily on my hip. Did he honestly think I would just let him get away with that?

"I know, I know," Damon raises his hands up like a defensive wall, "All human lives have meaning and I have to be more respectful. Blah, blah, blah." He mocks.

I raise one eyebrow at him and purse my lips. Sometimes his sarcasm can be my saving grace, but most of the time it just drives me absolutely insane. He could just be so damn annoying!

Annoyingly hot…No! I quickly shake my head at the thought and clear my throat. I grab my yoga mat out from behind the weight rack, unraveling it and placing it smoothly on the ground.

I lie on my back, all-too-aware of Damon's gaze following me. I don't want to look at him. If I look at him, I'll see that devilish smirk he gets when he watches my ass and doesn't think I notice. I always notice.

"Honestly, I'm so mad at Stefan right now; I don't even think I have it in me to also be pissed at you…for once." I close my eyes and fling my hands up over my head, resting them on the wooden flooring of Alaric's apartment. This is the medial-stretching portion of my long training session. I extend both of my legs up vertical in the air, putting my body into a temporary 'L' shape.

Suddenly, I feel heat on my ankles and my eyes fly open. Damon is standing directly above me, his hands clasped around my ankles and he's slowly pushing my legs down to my chest.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

Damon's releases his iron grip on my ankles and his hands tenderly move down past my calf, resting them on the back of my knees. His hands are crumpling up my previously smoothed-out yoga pants. My breath hitches in my throat at the contact. Every movement he is making is slow and deliberate, teasing me the way that he does. His eyes are watching me, devouring me. My feet are placed on his shoulders, and I can't help but think back to a few fantasies I've had about being in this same position.

We're usually wearing less clothing—no clothing to be exact.

"Helping," Damon says innocently, but his eyes give away his true thoughts. There's nothing innocent about those thoughts.

He's slowly drawing closer to my face, my legs moving with him. He's sinking steadily to his knees. I watch as Damon's eyes break from my own. His eyes wander over me, devouring every inch of my skin. He pauses when he sees my breasts, slick from sweat and heaving up and down against my extremely tight workout top. He licks his lips, and I suddenly feel his erection pressed between my thighs, steadily drawing lower, closer to my core. I gasp.

"You're so flexible, Elena." His voice is low; his words come out as a guttural, primal growl. I shouldn't find this so hot. I shouldn't find him so hot, but I do. Heat rushes to that tender spot between my thighs and I can actually feel myself getting wet. Fuck. This man is either the devil or an angel. Maybe both.

It scares me: the way that he can get me riled up simply with a few words, a few touches, and the feeling of his erection pressed against my legs. I feel the sweat mingling on my skin and I know that it's not all workout-induced; it's mainly Damon-induced.

My mind wanders to the other Salvatore. I should feel guilty considering the current position I am in, but I don't. Stefan has only treated me with cruelty recently. Damon, on the other hand, has been my rock when I needed someone to lean on. He has been there when everyone else had given up. He has been the one that constantly makes sacrifices for my happiness, and I can't help but feel the need to give him some happiness in return.

Damon eventually settles his weight on his knees, and when he does, his hardness nestles nice and comfortably on my now-throbbing core. The contact expels a moan from me that I couldn't suppress. I close my eyes and when I open them, I see Damon hovering above me—his eyes dark with lust and his mouth plastered into that damn smirk of his.

I narrow my eyes at him. He thinks he knows me, doesn't he? He thinks he knows exactly what's going to happen between us right now. He thinks he's going to take all the control and fuck me, right here and now. I purse my lips.

Alaric's words echo in my mind: "Vampires are faster than you. They are stronger. You're only real advantage against a vampire is the element of surprise. Use it."

My eyes gleam wickedly at Damon. By the feeling of his hard-on pressed between my thighs, I can tell that gaining the element of surprise wouldn't be too hard (pun intended)…he is a little distracted. I part my lips seductively and my tongue darts out to wet my lips. I see Damon's Adams apple bob as he swallows; I know his mind automatically jumped to other things my tongue could be wetting. A smile twitches onto my lips—now's the time.

Quickly and with feline-like grace, I spread my legs and Damon drops his full body weight onto, losing his previous brace. I wrap my legs around his waist and flick my hips, rolling him under me so I'm straddling his waist.

I feel his erection pressed full and hard against me now. I smile down at Damon wickedly, catching those electric blue eyes with my own and he's watching me with pride.

"I've never met this Elena before. She's fierce, free." Damon raises one eyebrow at me, "I like her."

I chuckle and start to roll my hips against his hardness—anything to let up on this tension that is creating knots in my stomach down to my throbbing center.

"Are you saying that you don't like the other Elena?" I joke. Damon grunts and shakes his head in opposition to my words.

Before I can say anything else, Damon grabs my waist and stills my hips. In one sudden movement, he thrusts up—his erection aggressively hitting my core, and although we're still clothed, I feel electricity jolt through my veins as if he actually penetrated me. I gasp in surprise, but my gasp quickly turns into a moan as he starts rocking my hips against him again. I place my hand against his sternum to hold myself up as I move up and down his erect cock—the distance our clothing creates getting more and more frustrating.

"That's one way to get a vampire on their back," Damon grunts. I smile down at him and reach my other hand up to the hair tie in my hair. In one swift movement, I remove the hair tie and my hair cascades about my shoulders in a waterfall of brown. Damon swallows at the sight and grabs a clump of my hair in his hand. His grip is demanding and it turns me on beyond belief.

"Well, I did come here to train, but now," I pause and lean down until my mouth is hovering directly above his ear, my hips continuing their relentless movement, "I want you to fuck me until my legs stop working." Damon grunts, a low rumble erupting from his throat, "Do you think you can do that for me, Damon?"

"Don't need to ask me twice," Damon responds, quickly grabbing the back of my head and pushing me down until our lips connect. His tongue enters my mouth and explores the walls of it. He tastes exactly how I thought he would—bourbon with hints of mint. His hands trace their way down my spine, sending electric bolts to my already sopping wet core until he reaches the waistline of my yoga pants.

My breath catches in my throat—this is it. I could either stop him now or I could let him continue, but either way, everything would change.

Damon drops his hands into the back of my pants, under my underwear and he cups my ass, pulling up. My lower lips separate at the contact and I moan against his lips. I can't take it anymore—our clothes have become to offending, too much of a barrier between me and that sweet, sweet body of his.

I pull from his lips and look into his eyes. Instantly, I know he's on the same page as me. He pulls his hands out of my pants and he grabs the top of my shirt where it covered my breasts. Damon Salvatore is not one to be patient. Using his vampire strength, Damon rips the front of my shirt in half and discards the scraps. I purse my lips and look at the remainder of what-used-to-be my favorite workout shirt.

"Hey! That was expensive."

"You asked me to fuck you until your legs stop working, Elena. You can't expect me to hold back."

"Touché," I concede. My hands go to his pesky shirt, and all I want to do is to rip it off his body, but I know I'm not strong enough, and I don't want to give Damon that satisfaction. So instead, I settle on having him do the heavy lifting. "Get rid of this." I demand, tugging at Damon's gray shirt.

Damon narrows his eyes at my demand and I can tell that he's not used to being the submissive one.

"Stand up," Damon commands, using his superior strength to pull me up. I'm hesitant, but oblige anyway.

Damon pulls me over to the full-length mirror that sits next to the bench press machine. He stands behind me and puts one hand on the bare skin of my navel and the other hand brushes the hair off my neck. I close my eyes at the contact and exhale into his touch. His fingers are cool against the heat that is radiating from my skin.

"Look at us," Damon demands and I open my eyes. The sight of him standing behind me, touching me as I stand shirtless is overwhelmingly hot. My core heats up more and I become desperate for any friction to help relieve the tension. "I want you to see who you're doing this with. I'm not Stefan."

I lean my head back into the crook of his neck and exhale deeply.

"I know that," I say, reaching up to entwine my fingers into his raven-black hair. "I want this. I want you. I've wanted you for a long time."

"Me too." Damon whispers in my ear, "God, Elena, you're so beautiful."

Those final words hit me and send me over the edge—I need him and I need him now.

"Damon, please," I beg, my voice cracking from frustration and Damon smirks at me, the stubble on his chin scratching against the soft skin of my neck. The hand that previously resided on the crook of my neck reaches down and within an instant, I hear a snap and my bra is falling off my body. I can't tell if he used the clasp or if he ripped the garment, but I find myself not caring.

"Watch me, Elena," Damon's voice is low and dark, almost preditorial. My mind tells me that I should be scared, my body tells me to let him ravish me, and my heart tells me to not fear—it's Damon, he'd never hurt me. "I want you to watch me as I do things to pleasure you that your other boyfriends didn't even know existed." His words excite me and I instinctively rub against his hard cock that is pressed against my still annoying clothed ass. He grunts into my ear, and I can actually feel myself getting wetter at the sound of Damon succumbing to me.

"Just do it already," I whisper because I'm scared that my voice will deceive me.

"Your wish is my command, princess," Damon smirks and his hands begin exploring. His fingers are light like ghosts as the hand on my navel slowly travels down to the top of my yoga pants. I stop breathing for a moment, waiting for him to finally reach inside my pants and touch me, but he doesn't. I whimper in disappointment and Damon smiles—he actually fucking smiles—at my discontent.

"Bastard," I mumble.

"Patience is a virtue," Damon says and I roll my eyes at him. Damon watches my sarcastic move and his eyes tint again with lust.

I gasp suddenly as his free hand comes around and takes the entirety of my left breast. His fingers knead my breast, his thumb brushing over my erect nipple. I inhale a sharply as I meet his electric blue eyes in the mirror. They are watching me; they are watching me as I moan against him, enjoying him. And they are watching me with love. It's then when I realize that this is about more than lust and pent up frustration, at least for him. And maybe for me, too?

Suddenly, things start to feel too complicated. Sure, messing around with Damon is fun right now, but what about tomorrow? What does this all mean? What will Stefan think?

Damon must've seen the hesitation and whirlpool of emotions present on my face because his hands stop their heavenly work, and he's grabbing me around the waist, securing me against him in what seems like almost a hug.

"It's okay, Elena," His voice is soft in my ear, warming my senses. I close my eyes, "I'm not going to force you to date me after this, you know?"

"I know," I whisper. "But still—?"

"Still what?" Damon interrupts me. His fingers start to trace circles on my navel just above my pant line. "Stop thinking. You think so much. It's exhausting."

"I'm sorry I don't just spontaneously do reckless things like you, Damon," I say a little harsher than originally intended.

"Mmm." Damon growls into my ear and his voice heats up my skin straight down to my core, "I'm going to have to punish you for that."

All thoughts and regrets disappear at his threat and the only thing I need is him—his skin, his touch, his sin.

"Then, stop talking and start doing, Mr. Salvatore." My voice is husky, rough with desire. Damon's eyes gleam at me in the mirror and I nuzzle my nose into his neck.

"You asked for it."

Damon grabs me by the waist and picks me up, spinning me around until my back is on the cold, wooden floor and I let out a loud squeal of delight. Damon's smirk widens at my squeal, and he looks genuinely happy. The sight makes my heart leap, but not from lust…no, something else.

Damon's lips drop to the crevice of my neck and he starts sucking hard, his tongue darting every once and a while to lick my skin. The sensation is overwhelming—it's like he's licking every nerve of my skin. Once again, I feel that primal fear at the fact that a known blood-sucker is so close to my neck, but if anything, that fear excites me further. I writhe and moan under him.

"Damon," His name escapes from my lips like a curse and a blessing as his fingers trail down the bridge between my breasts. He takes both of my breasts in his hands and begins to knead them. Heat rushes over my skin once again. His lips break from my neck and he drops his head to my nipple. He takes it between his teeth; all the while he takes my other nipple between his forefinger and thumb, gently twisting it. I run my fingers through his raven-black hair and press my body up so I can fear his hard-on pressed against me. I'm so done with his clothes.

I push him up quickly so I can remove his shirt. This time, he doesn't protest. He quickly tosses the gray garment aside and crushes his body back on top of me. Now, I can feel each ripple of his muscles, the heat radiating from his skin. His hard abs press against my soft curves; I moan deep in the back of my throat. Our bodies feel so right pressed against each other.

"These…have gotten quite annoying," Damon says, flicking the waist line of my yoga pants. I nod in eager agreement. His eyes flirtatiously bear into mine as he hooks his thumbs in the waist line of my yoga pants and my panties. He pulls them down slowly, teasingly, until eventually I'm completely naked in front of him. He leans back on his knees, running his fingers up and down my thighs, opening me up to him.

When he sees my bare, exposed pussy, his eyes turn dark with desire and the left side of his mouth twitches up into that sexy-half smirk of his. I never thought that his smirk could get sexier. I guess I was wrong.

"Like what you see?" I ask seductively.

Damon responds by nodding eagerly. He leans up and presses another kiss to my lips—this one is different: not lust frenzied, but firm and gentle. He breaks from my lips and begins to leave open-mouthed kisses down my cleavage, stomach, and across my thighs. His mouth stops and hovers directly above my throbbing core.

"You're so wet, Elena," Damon mumbles. He blows once and my whole body shakes at the sudden temperature change. But, then he stops.

I hold my breath.

Any second now.

Any…second.

Damon's tongue flicks my clit and my whole world seems to turn upside-down. His tongue traces a line from my opening, pausing to dip into my wetness before reaching my clit again. He takes my clit in his mouth and sucks on it.

"Oh, God!" I scream, thrusting my hips closer to his mouth. Damon lets my clit fall from his mouth. I feel a sudden desire to look at him, so I do. I catch his blue eyes with my own and his tongue slowly enters my wetness. I watch him as he pleasures me, my eyes refusing to break from his as his tongue plunges in and out of me.

I feel a knot form in the bottom of gut indicating that my orgasm would be coming soon. But, then, suddenly, Damon's tongue stops.

I whimper, but Damon is quick. His tongue darts back up to my clit, tracing vertical, horizontal, and circles on it. He slowly pushes one finger into my opening and he waits until I adjust before inserting a second finger.

"Damon, I'm going to cum," I whisper, my voice shaking. His eyes smile up at me as he curves his fingers, hitting my G-spot. He pumps his fingers in rhythm with his tongue and I scream, squirming under his lips as my orgasm crashes over me.

I begin to settle in my post-bliss haze as Damon's movements slow. He pulls his fingers from me and raises them to his mouth—sucking my taste off them like a lollipop. The sight starts to stir me up again.

He stands up and I can see his erection visible through his pants, pulsing against his zipper. I stand up and prowl towards him, my hips swaying more than usual. Damon watches me approach and I can literally see his freewill die, killed by the siren-song that is my naked body.

"My turn," I purr, reaching down to the belt that holds Damon's pants up. He's enchanted by my hands, unable to move, unable to speak. He only watches as I undo his belt and unzip his pants. I pull down his jeans and sink to my knees in front of him. My eyes pop open in surprise as his erection pops out right next to my face. Of course, Damon goes commando.

And, he's big. He's really big. I gulp as I stare at his hard-on.

I feel Damon reach down and brush back my hair, holding it in a ponytail. Well, he's not subtle in his wants.

I lick up his shaft, cuddling his balls in my hands.

"Oh, Elena," Damon moans in response, turning his head up to the sky. I smile as I swirl my tongue over the tip of his penis. I feel him shiver with pleasure. Slowly, I take him entirely in my mouth, one inch at a time until his tip is pressing against the back of my throat. I can almost fit all of him in my mouth. "Fuck, Elena. You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

My head bobs up and down, every once and a while I twirl my tongue around his tip. Damon gets impatient and grabs the back of my head, now thrusting in and out of my throat. I grab his bottom, pulling him closer into my mouth.

I think he's about to cum when suddenly, he pulls out of me and pushes me gently, but quickly and firmly to the ground.

"Oh!" I gasp in surprise as he presses his body against mine, capturing my lips in a kiss. I can still taste myself on his lips and I know that he can probably taste himself on my lips. The thought makes me swell with heat. His fingers dance down the side of my body, resting on my thigh. He grabs my leg and lifts it up—I take up the rest of the initiative by hiking my leg around his body and pulling him greedily closer to me.

"I want you in me," I whisper against his lips, "Now." I lift my other leg up and around him to give him better access.

Damon grunts, grabbing his penis and guiding himself to my entrance. He rubs himself up and down my core a couple times and I close my eyes.

"No, Elena," Damon's voice is low, husky, and demanding. "I want you to look at me as I enter you."

I nod in consent, opening my eyes to look at him. The moment my eyes lock with his blue eyes, I feel my heart swell, and Damon slowly pushes himself into my opening, overwhelming my entire being. My back arches against him as he fills me. He feels so right in me.

He waits a moment as I adjust to his size and then he begins to slowly move inside me. My breath quickens with each thrust. He presses his forehead against mine, our eyes never leaving each other. My heart is pounding against my chest.

"Harder," I request and Damon obliges, pumping into me harder. With each movement, he hits that sweet spot, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Damon picks me up and vamp-speeds me over to the wall. He presses my back roughly against the brick and I can feel it grip and scratch at my back, but I don't care. If anything, the pain adds to the pleasure. He thrusts up into me. Once, twice, three times. Our eye contact never breaks. I don't want it to break. I love Damon's eyes—the way they swell with emotion, it is a unique gift.

"Faster!" I demand, and his pace picks up. His hips move relentlessly, pumping in and out at an inhuman speed.

The knot in the bottom of my stomach grows tighter and tighter until finally, I pulse around him. I grip his bicep hard, my finger nails digging into his skin as I ride out my orgasm. My walls clench around Damon and he explodes in me. My skin feels alight with tingles.

I press my forehead against his, breathing heavily. Damon's also breathing heavily—we're still, temporarily lost in the clarity of the moment. It feels like there are no troubles, like Stefan and my terrible day just disappeared and there is only Damon.

Eventually, we fall back to the ground, our bodies beaded with sweat. I curl up under his arm with my head resting on his chest. Finally, my heartbeat begins to normalize. Every once and a while, Damon leans down and presses a lingering kiss to my head.

"I think I found another way to a vampire's heart," I giggle. I can feel Damon smirk.

"I like this other way." He responds. I exhale and snuggle closer to his body. A troubling thought hits me.

"What about tomorrow?"

"What about it?"

"What are we going to do?" I ask, propping my chin up to look at him. He seems completely calm and nonchalant.

"You're going to school and I'm going to pester my brother about keeping our house clean."

"That's not what I meant." I say, looking at him sincerely.

"If you want, we could replay this little scene." He flirtatiously smirks at me. I open my mouth to protest, but before words can fall from my lips, the front door to the apartment opens and in comes Alaric.

"Oh, no, seriously!?" Alaric exclaims, looking at the sight before him. I gasp and quickly grab my yoga mat off the floor and throw it over me and Damon to cover us as much as possible.

"Alaric—." I choke out.

"Elena, the point of training is to kill the vampires, not screw them!" Alaric interrupts me. I can tell that his anger isn't actually anger, it's really discomfort.

"Sorry, Ric," Damon shrugs, "Things got heated."

"I'm going to go to my room. When I come out, you," Alaric points to me, "better be dressed and you," Alaric points to Damon, "better be gone."

And with those final words, Alaric turns to his room, stopping to do a double-take and grab a bottle of bourbon before disappearing into his room.

"Oops." I whisper, scarlet painting my cheeks from the embarrassment I just endured. I feel Damon rumble with laughter below me, and I can't help but smile.

A/N: I might write two more chapters after this, if I'm feelin' it. Please review! I love feedback!