using her deft tongue and her determined teeth, elena managed to yank the button to damon's jeans through the eyelet hole. he gasped when that same tongue tasted the sensitive flesh leading to his crotch and she smiled to herself, thrilled by the knowledge that she could elicit such a reaction from him. thrilled by the knowledge that she was the one who'd sent all the blood rushing from his brain to his cock so that it was thick and hard and ready.

now if only she could get to it.

"damn it," she muttered, trying to snag the zipper of his fly between her teeth, desperate for more access. his hand was fisted in her hair and he gave it a tug, pressing her face to his hard-on and letting out a low groan as she scraped her teeth over him through the denim. it wasn't enough, not for either of them, and she actually whimpered out of a need to see him and feel him and taste him.

he wasn't touching her in a remotely sexual way, but she was violently turned on, solely because he was. she wanted to hear more of those sexy little noises, wanted to feel his cock getting harder in her mouth. it was a sensation she'd never experienced, and she was growing more and more frantic, fascinated to know what he'd feel like in this new, vulnerable part of her body.

she let out a cry of pain when the hand in her hair tightened and jerked her head back roughly. she stared up at him through confused, lust-clouded eyes, and when he opened his mouth he didn't speak so much as growl.

"jesus, use your fucking hands," he demanded, needing to feel her tongue and needing it now.

her shaking fingers fumbled as they unzipped his jeans, then hooked onto his belt loops so she could drag the clothing off completely. her eyes widened when his cock sprang free, huge and somehow beautiful in all its male glory. it appeared that damon wasn't a boxers or briefs kinda guy. which was beyond fine with her - anything else would've been one more layer separating them, and that was the very last thing she wanted.

as the denim pooled at his feet, damon used her hair as a leash, pulling her backward again so he could step out of his jeans. her knees sure as hell would be bruised, he thought distantly.

he couldn't make himself care.

"your mouth, elena," he growled again, irritated as hell when she didn't respond instantly. another yank of her hair, another gasp of pain. "you wanted it like this, remember? i own every part of you, sweetheart. now show me how good you can be and suck. my. fucking. cock."

her eyes were still wide - and still dark with desire. "i think i might choke," she said, a thread of unease lacing her voice.

maybe this was the moment he should've grown gentler, treated her with delicate fingers and words.

instead, he snapped her head back and stared down at her, feeling a delicious rush of greedy power. she was his, kneeling before him, helpless to do anything but satisfy his raging needs.

"a risk i'm willing to take if it means you'll shut the hell up and go down on me already!" his words were tight with impatience, and suddenly he was gripping her chin in his free hand and squeezing her jaw so that her mouth fell open involuntarily. before she could react he was shoving his cock into her mouth, feeling the back of her throat as it rubbed against the head of his dick. her gag reflex kicked in automatically, and he grinned wickedly. he moved his hips slowly, withdrawing from her velvet mouth centimeters at a time, then reversing the process so that she could feel as much of him as possible. a low hum in her throat vibrated through the length of him, and he shuddered in response.

there was no room for breath in her mouth, only room for him, and even that wasn't enough - as elena grew accustomed to the feel of his cock she discovered that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fit all of him into her mouth. it was a natural move, then, for her to bring a hand to the base of his swollen hard-on, wrapping her fingers around him and pumping her hand up and down while her mouth echoed the act.

"faster," he ordered, and she did precisely as she was told, tears springing to her eyes at the continual interruption of her gag reflex. "fuck, elena," he moaned, "relax your fucking throat - yeah, like that, just like that..."

as sinful and sexy as it was to have her lover's cock moving in and out of her mouth, she'd much prefer the same act happening in an entirely different area. her eyes were dark and pleading as she looked up at him, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick and occasionally applying the slightest pressure with her teeth. his eyes were midnight blue and locked on her face, and his hips rocked in time with the motion of her mouth.

"i want more," she murmured, her lips teasing the tip of his shaft, her tongue sweeping over the spot where just the smallest drop of come begged to be tasted. salt and man and sex, she thought dizzily.

"you haven't made me come," he told her, eyebrow raised. "until then, your poor desperate hot pussy is just gonna have to wait."

she winced at his crude language. "you don't have to say it so..."

"honestly?"

"you make it sound dirty," she shot back. he wondered if she was even aware that her hot, soft hand was still wrapped around him, moving, always moving, jerking up and down the length of his cock.

"it is dirty, if you do it right," he murmured. her hand increased in speed and his eyes closed on a groan. "jesus, don't stop. either do it yourself or i'll make you," he threatened, growing desperate for release.

"and how would you do that, exactly?" she asked, looking up at him with challenge and skepticism written all over her gorgeous face.

"like this," he said, and before she knew it she was on her back, neck tilted up at an awkward angle as he shoved himself deeper into her mouth. his hand held her tight by the hair - she couldn't move, couldn't do anything except take him as he fucked her in a new, wicked way.

"suck," he demanded, and her eyes were huge and a little scared as they stared up at him. he yanked at her hair again. "like i'm a fucking lollipop, elena. use your clever little tongue and - "

she caught him by surprise then, wrenching herself from his grip and flipping him onto his back, straddling him. she wanted him, holy hell she wanted him, not in her mouth but deep inside her, plunging and thrusting wildly as she hung on for dear life.

he saw it in her eyes. "don't even think about it," he said, his voice dead serious. "we're playing my game, and my game goes by my rules. come on, elena. finish what you started."

"you think i can't?" she fired back, not waiting for a response as she took him into her mouth again, used her tongue to travel the length of his shaft, hollowed her cheeks and increased the pressure of suction so that his whole world shrank down to nothing but elena's mouth, elena's teeth, elena's tongue. she was rapidly driving him to a crazed place of pure, beautiful, unbridled lust, and suddenly the world was going black as the orgasm ripped through him. there was no time to warn her; he shot off into her mouth, a salty spray of hot come that slid down her throat.

instinct had her attempting to pull away, but his hands came up to hold her firmly in place as the aftershocks rode through him. a strangled sound came from deep in her throat, and his grin was satisfied and a little bit mean.

"swallow, elena. i'm not letting go until you've cleaned me up with that perfect tongue of yours."

she was helpless to do anything else, and as she struggled to absorb the hot rush of his seed his grip on her gentled until he was stroking her hair. his eyes drifted shut as he floated into a place of pure bliss.

"that," she managed, coming up for air, "was gross."

he smiled, not bothering to open his eyes. "was it, though?"

"no," she whispered after a moment, speaking the word like it was a dirty secret. "is that strange? that it... that i liked that so much?"

"what it is, elena, is extremely convenient."

she wriggled her way up his body and rested a flushed cheek against his chest. "so... i was good? i did a good job?"

he couldn't hold back the low chuckle that rumbled through him. "that was so beyond good, elena, you have no fucking clue."

"i liked tasting you," she murmured, drawing patterns on his bare skin with idle fingertips. "you taste like... like man."

"i should hope so," he answered, amused.

"potent, i mean. strong... kind of like a shot of liquor. i can feel you, all hot in my belly."

he groaned; she grinned.

"i thought i was supposed to think it was gross but..." she propped herself up on her elbow and sent him a wicked little smile. "it was actually a lot of fun. so, is it my turn now?"

"you want more?"

"always," she answered readily.

"first, food," he said, sitting up enough to lean back against the perfectly good bed they hadn't bothered to use. "except i don't think i can stand up."

"freezer downstairs?" she asked, feeling giddy and strangely triumphant. she'd made this beautiful man shatter using only her mouth, pushed him over the edge where darkness flared blindingly bright. she'd made damon, strong, resilient damon, completely and entirely weak.

"mm," he mumbled, eyes closed, voice sleepy.

"i'll be right back," she said, leaning forward to dust a kiss on his forehead before reaching for his robe.

"nope," he said, and she cocked her head, confused. he opened one eye, lifted a finger and pointed lazily to the fabric in her hand. "it's naked tuesday."

"it's saturday, damon."

"it's naked every day."

"i'm not walking around your house stark naked!"

"sure you are," he said, both eyes open now. "because i want you to, and you do what i want, remember?"

she glared at him. "what if someone shows up? what if someone walks in?"

"that's when vamp speed comes in handy," he replied. "give me the robe, elena. i like the thought of you wandering naked through my house. all vulnerable and ready for me..."

"i'm not sure i'd have you at this point," she retorted. and he had the nerve to grin.

"i'm not sure you have a choice in the matter, elena."

"you keep trying to scare me, but we both know you'd never force me." she spoke the words with utter conviction, and it irritated him - she was doing nothing more than speaking the truth, but damned if he didn't like her a little frightened, a little wary.

"i don't have to," he said after a moment. "you could fight me off with every cell in your brain, but your body? your body will always betray you."

"you think you're so good, don't you, damon salvatore?" her hands were on her luscious hips, and he'd never seen anything quite as sweet - and arousing - as a pissed off, naked elena gilbert.

"baby, i know i'm so good."

she whirled around now, throwing his robe to the ground and shooting a glare over her shoulder.

"i'm gonna go get a snack. for one." she didn't bother to wait for a response, only strutted out of the room with as much dignity as she could muster.

damon only smiled and appreciated the view as she walked away.

the cellar was cold and unfriendly, per usual, and even though temperature didn't really have an effect on her elena found goosebumps crawling up her arms. the light flickered overhead and she shivered, taking purposeful strides toward the freezer, eager to get out of the creepy space beneath the salvatore mansion.

she opened the freezer and surveyed the contents, noting that they were low on damon's particular favorite blood type. she dug through the blood bags, searching, until she finally located one last bag of A positive.

in the same instant that her fingers closed on the blood bag, the overhead lights went out, leaving her half in and half out of a standing freezer chest. startled, she dropped the bag in her hand, letting out a nervous giggle before reaching for it again. even vampire sight didn't do much when her head was in such a dark space, and she groped around blindly.

"i decided i was hungry for something else."

damon's voice was low and husky, and she slowly extracted herself from a compromising position to turn in his direction. the lid of the freezer slammed shut, and all she could see in the darkness was the blazing blue of his eyes.

she found herself stammering - he looked fierce, feral, and dangerously determined. "well you've got a fantastic bed upstairs where we can, uh, satisfy that for you."

he moved across the room in a blur of speed, and then he was behind her. she could feel his erection pressed against her backside - he hadn't been lying when he said he was "hungry."

"bend over, elena."

"i'd really - um, i'd really rather not."

"that's a shame. but i don't think i asked what you wanted. bend over."

"i don't want to," she whimpered. she wanted out of this claustrophobic space, wanted to be in the light where she could at least see him, where she could watch him possess her body. it was unsettling, facing away from him like this, pressed between his hot body and the cold freezer chest.

"god, you're difficult," he muttered. "good thing i anticipated that." before she knew what was happening, he'd snagged her wrists and caught them in a firm grasp, tugging them upwards. she resisted - of course she did - and he pulled harder, forcing her to extend her arms toward the ceiling. something silky and cool slithered over her skin, and she realized he was binding her wrists.

"i want to fuck you from behind, and we both know it's gonna happen, one way or another. so either i push you down face first, or you lift your sexy little ass in the air and spread your legs for me. either way works damn well for me."

"okay!" she tried pulling her hands free, but his grip was strong, stronger than hers and far more determined. slowly, shakily, the did as he asked, feeling the icy exterior of the freezer against her nipples. a chill ran through her, which didn't make sense when she was unbelievably hot. "okay, damon - i'm doing what you want. just untie my hands, please!"

he clucked his tongue. "sorry, but this is much more fun." and then he was taking the excess material binding her wrists together and hooking it over a hook jutting out of the wall, so that she was bent forward, arms stretched to the wall, forced to rise onto her tiptoes by the tautness of whatever held her wrists captive.

"this is really uncomfortable," she complained, arching her back awkwardly.

"you'll forget all about that in a sec," he promised. "wider, elena." he nudged her legs further apart and she fought to remain upright as the ties bit into the soft skin of her wrists.

"damon, it hurts," she whimpered.

"i know, baby. and it's gonna keep hurting the more you struggle. just relax, elena. i'd never hurt you."

and then in one swift motion he drove himself into her, fast and hard and ruthless, pumping his hips, one hand sliding around her body to play with her tight nipples, the other moving lower to that bundle of nerves that could send her over the edge with the lightest of touches.

her body bucked against the restraints and he plunged deeper, all but tearing her in two. she was wet and hot and slippery around him, and as his finger toyed with that perfect trigger point he listened to her breath catch.

"did you still want me to stop, elena?"

she couldn't get enough air to manage an answer, and he instantly stilled, his cock halfway inside of her, gleaming with the wetness of her sex.

"oh, god," she moaned, trying to lower herself on to him and utterly unable to. she shifted, rose higher on her toes, did all that she could to force him back into her, but her efforts were entirely fruitless. he dragged his cock further out of her so she could only feel very tip of him and she wanted to cry, would probably break any moment if he didn't give her more. "please, damon, come back," she whimpered, desperate for his cock, desperate for him.

"i don't know... you were awfully difficult about all this. what's in it for me?"

"anything," she whispered, her voice raw with desire. "everything."

with one vicious thrust he was buried inside her again, felt her tighten, tighten, tighten around him until she let out a strangled cry and came in an orgasm so powerful she forgot how to breathe.

and then he was building her up all over again, flicking her clit with skilled fingers, pumping in and out of her in an unpredictable rhythm, withdrawing until she was begging for more, then plunging deep until she was sure she could feel his cock in her throat. jesus, he was huge, thick, so hard and so hers.

"i have to touch you," she begged, and this time he relented, needing all of her against him. he reached over her head and ripped the tie from his robe - oh well - to free her hands, then pulled out of her long enough to spin her around. he lifted her up onto the edge of the freezer, spread her legs wide and impaled her all over again as she made incomprehensible noises of pleasure deep in her throat.

in moments, the clenching muscles deep inside her urged him over the edge and they came together, her arms wrapped tightly around him, her face buried in his neck.

he was struggling to regulate his breathing, still inside her, unwilling to sever the connection, when he suddenly registered a damp feeling where her head was pressed to the hollow of his shoulder. he pulled her closer, panicked.

"did i hurt you, elena? are you - shit, i'm so sorry." he scooped her up in a firm grip and her legs tightened around his waist as he carried her to the stairs. he needed her in his bed, in the light, where she deserved to be. christ, what was he thinking, taking her like a stallion in heat in the fucking cellar?

she wasn't sure how it happened, but one moment they were in the dark and the next she was wrapped around damon in the warm softness of his bed. his fingers traced the tear tracks on her cheeks and his eyes were filled with remorse.

"what can i do, sweetheart? see? this is why - this is why i was so scared - i've hurt you and i need you, i need you to tell me what to do, elena! tell me how to make it better, please. god, i don't want to hurt you, i didn't mean to hurt you." his words tumbled over each other so rapidly they were difficult to separate, and elena's brain struggled to make sense of them.

when she did, she instantly turned to him, cupping his face in the palms of her hands and staring up at him through eyes brimming with...

joy?

"happy tears," she whispered, kissing him softly, deeply, sweetly. "because i was right, damon. we're right. and now you can't deny it."

relief swept through him in a crashing wave. he pulled her close, the vise on his heart loosening. "god, you scared the hell out of me. you're really okay? i - i took that too far. i'm so sorry, elena. you were frightened and uncomfortable and i just couldn't stop. god, i'm sorry, baby."

she extracted herself from his arms and sat up, holding his chin firmly in her hand and locking her gaze on him.

"damon, do i look like someone who's in pain? that was... that was indescribable. yeah, it was scary, but the best kind of scary. because i can't really be scared, not with you. you push me to the limits and show me things i didn't even know existed. and it's beautiful and dark and twisted and, god, damon, it's perfect. you're perfect."

she kissed him again, and he tasted the salt of her tears.

"there's only one thing that could make me happier than i am in this moment, damon."

"anything," he whispered, completely undone by the emotion in her eyes. the love she felt for him blazed out, a beacon of light and hope, blindingly bright.

"tell me i changed your mind. tell me you'll keep me. don't leave me after this. i'll do anything, go anywhere, god damon i'll be anyone you want if you'll just stay with me. i need you. you're part of me. i'll be broken if you won't be mine like i'm yours."

"shit, elena." he wondered if it was possible to feel any better than he did in that very moment. "i've been yours from day one. i'm always yours, even when i was trying to be the good guy. i always knew the noble white knight thing was never for me."

she laughed, the sound ragged with relief. "a dark knight, then. i like dark. that's where you are, and wherever you are - that's where i want to be."

their mouths joined in a lazy, beautiful kiss, the kind that melded lips and hearts and souls all at once. and when they parted, elena's eyes fluttered open to see that damon was looking at her as though she was everything good and perfect in the world.

maybe, for him, she was.

"stay," he whispered.

"tonight?"

"and tomorrow."

"and forever?"

"longer."

the grin that curved elena's lips was devious. "whatever you say, master salvatore."

she was still smiling as she closed the distance between them and kissed him again. snuggled into his arms, pressed her head to his chest, felt his comforting grip tighten around her as he kept her safe and warm.

and she was grateful that of all the vampires in the world she could've been sired to, she'd been lucky enough to end up bonded to the one she was head over heels in love with.