So here is the second part of the chapter! Sorry it took so long, but I hope that it was worth the wait! I apologize for any mistakes made. Please leave a review at the end, letting me know what you think!

Almost two weeks passed before Elena saw Damon again. She wasn't planning on going to the boarding house, of giving him that pleasure that she was the one who caved in. But Sunday night at the end of the second week when she was lying in bed after a particularly grueling session at the gym, staring at the ceiling. She was in the house alone, no idea where Jeremy or Alaric Satlzman were. Her body was aching, although it was nowhere as bad as it once was after she had finished at the gym. She was getting tougher, and she wasn't getting as hit as often when attending her self defense class, learning quickly how to manuover out of the way or to avoid taking the brunt of the hit. In fact, because she was gaining muscle, becoming stronger and learning the self defense so quickly, it wasn't giving her as much to concentrate on, to distract herself with. And given the lack of distraction, her mind kept wandering. The more she thought about Damon and his proposition, the more she felt heat pool into the pit of her stomach. There had always been something between her and Damon, even if she hadn't wanted to admit to it. But there always had been.

And now that she wasn't falling asleep as soon as she got into bed because of the exhaustion, her brain was going into overdrive.

"No," she muttered to herself as she continued to stare at the ceiling. "It's a bad idea." But even as she was trying to talk herself out of it, she was getting out of bed, ignoring the dull pain in her legs from her work out that day. "Really, really bad idea," she was repeating as she pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and looked through her wardrobe for something warm to pull on. "You're a dumb bitch, Elena," she growled as she found an oversized knitted jersey and jerked it on over her head. She glanced at herself in the mirror, but didn't stop long enough to take in her reflection critically. If she showed up there like she had gotten all dolled up for him, she wouldn't be able to stand that knowing smirk that Damon would give her.

She was parked outside the boarding house twenty minutes later and she could see Damon's blue 1969 Chevy Camaro peeking out from around the corner of the house. She slid out of her car and marched up to the front door, but froze before knocking on the door. Elena knew that there was no way she could leave the house now with her dignity intact. Damon would have heard the car come up the minute she turned down the drive way and he would now know it was her, he would be able to smell her from the other side of the door...Something about the fact that Damon smelling her made a bolt of electricity travel straight to her centre. She jerked her hand up and rapped on the door before she could second guess herself, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, not thinking about the fact that she was now pressing her breasts forward.

"Elena," Damon drawled, opening the door and leaning against it. He was giving her that lazy, panty-dropper smirk that made everything inside her melt. "What can I help you with on this fine, Sunday night?" His posture was relaxed, but there was something in his eyes that looked uncertain, maybe even a little worried. It wasn't something she was accustomed to seeing when it came to Damon. The longer that she took to reply, the more hesitant his expression became.

"Uh, I," Elena ducked her head and quickly swiped at her hair, tucking it behind her ear. "I was, uh..." she swallowed hard. Damon licked his lips slowly, enjoying watching her struggle for words. It wasn't often that smart-mouthed Elena had nothing to say. Finally, he took pity on her and stood aside, letting her. "Thanks," she muttered. Damon closed the door slowly, his ice blue eyes staring at the door for a few moments longer than necessary. Then he turned around and walked after her slowly. She reached the lounge and turned around to face him, the fire burning and crackling in the background, heating her back. His dark jeans and white shirt hugged his perfect figure, and Elena shivered.

Damon's eyes immediately darkened.

"Elena..." he can began, his voice deliciously low. "This is your out. As soon as I start, I won't be able to stop. And then once we're finished, I won't be able to see you without doing it again." Elena shivered again, feeling her body reacting to his. Her whole being wanted him, was beginning to ache for him, her nipples hardening in her lacy bra.

"I know," her voice was barely audible. Damon continued to watch her, his eyes darkening even further as he took in her body language. Shit, she could feel herself dampening between her legs, so he could no doubt smell her arousal. She shifted slightly, turning around to face the fire. She let out a squeak as there was a rush of air behind her and suddenly Damon had crossed the room and his chest was pressed to her back. His hands were whisper soft as they grazed her sides, cupping the globes of her breasts ever so lightly through her shirt before settling on her shoulders. He had barely touched her and Elena was already shaking under his hands. He brushed her hair to one side, over her left shoulder, and pressed a kiss to her neck, just under her ear. Her body jerked as though being touched by a live wire.

"Elena," Damon sighed. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to touch you..." His hands dropped back down to her hips, although his lips remained just in the contact with the sensitive skin of her neck. "How long I have dreamed about making you mine..." His hands slid under her shirt, touching the smooth skin of her stomach, playing over the skin there, enjoying the way her muscles contracted under his touch. "How long I've imagined hearing you scream my name..." He pulled back from her and whipped her shirt over her head, throwing it to the side. Elena gasped and her hands went up instinctively to cover her breasts. "No fucking way," he murmured, reaching around to cover her hands and move them away from her body. His fingers ran over her hips, her stomach and then moved around to her back, skillfully undoing the latch and letting it join her sweatshirt. Then his hands rose to her breasts, cupping the underside of them lightly, his thumb massaging the sides. Elena let out a soft moan, her eyes half-closing and head lolling backward to rest on his shoulder. The undersides of her breasts were heavy with pleasure, and then his fingers moved to her nipples.

"Oh...fuck..." Elena's voice was strangled as he took her nipple between two fingers and pulled at it lightly. "Oh, Damon..." Damon felt himself swell even more as his name fell from between her luscious lips. His fingers continued to work magic on her nipples, heat burning through her, and she responded by trying to find friction for the ache between her legs, and she ground her hips backwards against Damon. He gritted his teeth together, unable to focus on the pleasure he was creating with his hands at the feelings her ass was creating against his groin. He felt like a teenage kid again, or what he imagined teenaged kids felt like, the first time a pretty girl rubbed up next to him. His hands dropped to the buttons of her jeans, quickly undoing them, and then the zip, pushing them down over her hips. She assisted by attempting to kick them away, although her legs felt like jelly, so it was more of a fumble than an actual assist. Her underwear were soaked right through, and Damon smirked as he ridded her of those as well. The heady smell of her arousal was thick in the air, and Damon bit down hard on his lower lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. His hands traveled over her hips, down over her thighs, then inching closer to the apex of her legs. Her whole body was stiffening and jerking under his touch as his fingers brushed over her mound, only a whisper away from where she really wanted his fingers. "Damon..."

"I know, Lena, I know," Damon murmured, his breath hot on her ear, sending another shiver down her spine. He dipped his fingers down to her slit, running his fingers down the slick lips but not quite entering. She let out another moan, thrusting her hips forward, trying to gain the friction that she needed from him. He hadn't even entered her yet but she could feel herself winding so tight that she was going to snap soon. Finally a single finger slipped between her lower lips, only faintly touching the bundle of nerves at the top of her opening.

"Oh, fuck!" Elena hissed out, squeezing her eyes tight, her head dropping back onto his shoulder, clenching her fists. Damon touched her again, this time a bit harder, circling her clit and then reaching down to touch her entrance, the tip of his finger sliding in before falling back out again. "Fuck, Damon..." Her toes curled and she chewed down on her lower lip. The tension in her body was intense, every single nerve in her body feeling electrified. "Damon..." She was on the brink of whining, pleading with him to relieve her. She twisted her head to the side so that she was looking up at him, her dark brown orbs locking with his own intense blues. "Please, Damon..." she sighed.

His fingers slid into her, his thumb circling her clit. His movements weren't too fast, and they weren't sloppy. Elena didn't have time to think about about the years that he had had to perfect his touch, because soon she felt herself spiraling out of control. One of her hands came up and curled around the arm that was wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against his body—probably the only thing keeping her standing. Damon dropped his forehead to her shoulder, unable to stop the smile that spread across his features as he felt her arousal dripping over his fingers and down onto the palm of her hand. He felt her coming down from her high, her breathing ragged, her chest rising and falling, and he slowed the movements with his fingers until he dropped his hand from her centre. He continued to hold her, feeling her body still quivering under his arm. The room fell silent, the only noise coming the crackle of the fire, the oranges and reds playing against her flawless olive skin. Damon nuzzled her ear, tugging the lobe lightly between his teeth.

"You're gorgeous, Lena," he murmured. She turned around slowly, his grip still tight around her waist. She stared up at him from beneath her thick eyelashes, her eyes pools of molten lust. Her eyes dropped from his, darting down to his mouth. He lowered his head, their short breaths playing over one anothers lips. Then their lips met and it was like an explosion of their senses. Damon had kissed too many girls to count in his time on earth, but he had never thought about kissing someone as much as he had thought about kissing Elena, and he had never felt this intense burn when kissing any other girl. Their lips moved over one anothers, her gasp parting her lips and allowing his tongue to slide inside. Their tongues rolled over one anothers, her fingers coming up and digging into his shoulders, his tongue tracing the roof of her mouth before slowly pulling back.

"I feel as though you're wearing too many clothes," Elena gasped as his mouth went to her neck, nipping at the sensative skin and sucking it in lightly. She groaned and tried to concentrate on undoing the buttons of his expensive silk shirt. She felt the graze of his fangs against the column of her throat, and she couldn't explain the intense need that shot through her at the thought of those fangs penetrating her skin. He didn't bite her, in fact it felt as though he took a breath to try and control himself, to force his fangs to retreat, so that he could continue to press soft kisses over the curve of where her shoulder met her neck. Elena fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, almost halfway down.

"Fucking hell," Damon mumbled, pulling away from her, his movements a blur as he ripped the shirt apart, throwing the two shredded pieces of material to the ground. Elena licked her lips at the sight of his muscular torso, a satisfied smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. Damon reached forward again, his hand cupping her jaw and pulling her mouth back to his.

"It looked..." Elena mumbled between their frantic kisses. "Expensive..."

"It was," Damon replied, working at his own belt, pushing his jeans and his briefs down over his hips. "I can always get another." Her small fingers fell to his groin, running over her head of his impressive erection, illicting a groan from deep in his throat. He took a few steps backward, tugging her with him, his knees coming in contact with the sofa and sitting down, pushing her legs apart and pulling her down so that she was straddling him. They continued to kiss, tongues battling in each others mouths, as his hands ran up and down her back, burning trails into her skin. Her fingers continued to stroke and touch him, her thumb rubbing over the head where pre-cum was gathering. Each soft touch made the fire in his body grow and finally his hands grasped her ass, pulling her body upwards and closer until she was flush with her. She stared down at him, her cheeks flushed from lust and the head from the fire. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this," Damon murmured, his eyes locked on hers, his gaze hypnotic.

"Yes, I do," Elena replied softly. The tip of his cock grazed her opening and his fingers dug into her hips as he tried to control the urge to thrust inside her and bury himself right to the hilt. She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, their eyes never leaving one anothers. Her thighs were shaking as she lowered herself onto him. "Oh, shit..."

"God..." Damon sighed with her as her velvet walls clenched around him. Elena let out a noise that sounded something like a hiss of pleasure as his cock filled her completely. Damon clenched his teeth together, his fingers digging harder into her hips, grinding her down onto him. She sighed as their positioning forced her clit to rub against him, sending shock waves of pleasure through her.

And then he started to move.

He lift her off his body, and then pulled her back down, their bodies sliding against each others, her nipples raking against his chest. Elena's sighs and Damon's moans filled the room as he brought her down harder and harder, Elena grinding her hips down each time their bodies connected, her hands twining in his hair, pulling the dark strands. Her head fell backwards, her hair tumbling down her bare back, as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. She wasn't sure if it was intentional, but her head tilted to one side as her body came forward. Damon's eyes were drawn to the smooth column of her throat, and he felt himself coming to the brink, of both sexual pleasure and of blood lust. The veins around his eyes began to show, and Elena noticed this out of the corner of her eyes. That was when she made her decision.

"Do it," she whispered hoarsely, everything a haze of lust and desire. His eyes flashed as he realized what she was saying. His focus sharpened for a moment, and then his hold on her tightened, pulling her down harder and harder, pressure building at the base of his spine until he felt them snap together. His lips brushed against her neck once, twice, before his fangs sunk into her blemish-less neck. She felt a brief moment of sharp pain, and then it was gone. It was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, endorphin's spiraling through her body, the bite combined with her orgasm sending her into a state of oblivion. Damon pulled his mouth away from her, tossing his head back against the back of the sofa, eyes clenched shut as the waves of pleasure rushed over his body. His mind was a mess of thoughts-the sweet taste of her blood still on his lips, the feel of her walls still clenching around him, the bite of her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. They came down together, Elena's body curling forward against him. Damon's arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close to his chest, neither of them saying anything as their breathing steadied. His hand came up and tangled in her hair, massaging her scalp lightly.

"Hey, Lena?" Damon whispered. Elena lifted her head slightly so that her eyes met his. "These bruises..." he brushed his hand over the red marks at her waist where his fingers had been digging into the skin, which would quickly turn purple and blue in the morning. "Are the only ones I ever want to see on you." He wanted to make reference to the two small puncture wounds on her neck, but he thought that was a topic for another time. "We need to move this to my bedroom. I know that I can I keep going with you forever," a shiver ran through her body as he trailed his finger down her spine, already feeling heat pooling in her lower stomach again. "But I think that after a few rounds, you're going to need some sleep." She reached forward, sucking his lower lip into her mouth, her tongue flicking over his, the kiss ending sweetly as she pulled away with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan, Damon," she replied. She stood up, not bothering to grab her clothes as she made her way over to the stairs.

"Lena?" Damon called after her, that lazy, panty-dropper smirk crossing his face as he watched her perfect ass sway side to side. She hesitated and looked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "You should never wear clothes. Like ever." She rolled her eyes.

"And there's the Damon we all know and love," she muttered sarcastically, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. Damon tried to ignore the tug in his chest and ran after her.

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