Elena's POV
"Damon," I sighed in pleasure. We were still going, and I had no idea how ... it was almost as if something had taken us over, overpowering all of our weaknesses and indecisions. I had lost all track of time, for it had seemed to stop. My need for him was still no where near satisfied, but we both had apperances to keep up. Who was I kidding - who cares about apperances. He was the most important thing in my life in this moment, and nothing could change that. Even though Damon had moved us to the middle of the bed, we still somehow managed to end up on the floor. He rolled on top of me, all of his weight forcing me on the ground. His shoulders were bent towards me, hands on the back of my neck, lips on mine. Every time he kissed me, it seemed to refuel the fire inside me that thirsted for him. I kissed him with as much force as I was capable of, making him sigh this time; his breath was like honeysuckle, sending chills through my body ...
Sweat was covering my palms -and everywhere else- so I had to cling to his upper arms to roll over on top of him. I wanted -no, needed- him again now. He must've sensed this, so he rolled back over so he could take more control. He was still kissing me, only quenching a portion of my needs. "Damon!" I half-yelled in pleasure and demand.
He gave me what I wanted, more so than the times before. I let out a deep moan, my back arching. Everything he did only made me want him more. I didn't know if this night was going to end -it seemed as though it wouldn't- but I didn't want it to. I never wanted to let go of him, nor him me. I didn't know what we would do when -if- day came. But for now, his mouth was back on mine and the cycle started over once more.
Ok, this is going to be the last 'love scene' chapter. For now, until they go at it again. ;)
"Damon," I sighed in pleasure. We were still going, and I had no idea how ... it was almost as if something had taken us over, overpowering all of our weaknesses and indecisions. I had lost all track of time, for it had seemed to stop. My need for him was still no where near satisfied, but we both had apperances to keep up. Who was I kidding - who cares about apperances. He was the most important thing in my life in this moment, and nothing could change that. Even though Damon had moved us to the middle of the bed, we still somehow managed to end up on the floor. He rolled on top of me, all of his weight forcing me on the ground. His shoulders were bent towards me, hands on the back of my neck, lips on mine. Every time he kissed me, it seemed to refuel the fire inside me that thirsted for him. I kissed him with as much force as I was capable of, making him sigh this time; his breath was like honeysuckle, sending chills through my body ...
Sweat was covering my palms -and everywhere else- so I had to cling to his upper arms to roll over on top of him. I wanted -no, needed- him again now. He must've sensed this, so he rolled back over so he could take more control. He was still kissing me, only quenching a portion of my needs. "Damon!" I half-yelled in pleasure and demand.
He gave me what I wanted, more so than the times before. I let out a deep moan, my back arching. Everything he did only made me want him more. I didn't know if this night was going to end -it seemed as though it wouldn't- but I didn't want it to. I never wanted to let go of him, nor him me. I didn't know what we would do when -if- day came. But for now, his mouth was back on mine and the cycle started over once more.
Ok, this is going to be the last 'love scene' chapter. For now, until they go at it again. ;)
Elena's POV
"Damon," I sighed in pleasure. We were still going, and I had no idea how ... it was almost as if something had taken us over, overpowering all of our weaknesses and indecisions. I had lost all track of time, for it had seemed to stop. My need for him was still no where near satisfied, but we both had apperances to keep up. Who was I kidding - who cares about apperances. He was the most important thing in my life in this moment, and nothing could change that. Even though Damon had moved us to the middle of the bed, we still somehow managed to end up on the floor. He rolled on top of me, all of his weight forcing me on the ground. His shoulders were bent towards me, hands on the back of my neck, lips on mine. Every time he kissed me, it seemed to refuel the fire inside me that thirsted for him. I kissed him with as much force as I was capable of, making him sigh this time; his breath was like honeysuckle, sending chills through my body ...
Sweat was covering my palms -and everywhere else- so I had to cling to his upper arms to roll over on top of him. I wanted -no, needed- him again now. He must've sensed this, so he rolled back over so he could take more control. He was still kissing me, only quenching a portion of my needs. "Damon!" I half-yelled in pleasure and demand.
He gave me what I wanted, more so than the times before. I let out a deep moan, my back arching. Everything he did only made me want him more. I didn't know if this night was going to end -it seemed as though it wouldn't- but I didn't want it to. I never wanted to let go of him, nor him me. I didn't know what we would do when -if- day came. But for now, his mouth was back on mine and the cycle started over once more.
Ok, this is going to be the last 'love scene' chapter. For now, until they go at it again. ;)
"Damon," I sighed in pleasure. We were still going, and I had no idea how ... it was almost as if something had taken us over, overpowering all of our weaknesses and indecisions. I had lost all track of time, for it had seemed to stop. My need for him was still no where near satisfied, but we both had apperances to keep up. Who was I kidding - who cares about apperances. He was the most important thing in my life in this moment, and nothing could change that. Even though Damon had moved us to the middle of the bed, we still somehow managed to end up on the floor. He rolled on top of me, all of his weight forcing me on the ground. His shoulders were bent towards me, hands on the back of my neck, lips on mine. Every time he kissed me, it seemed to refuel the fire inside me that thirsted for him. I kissed him with as much force as I was capable of, making him sigh this time; his breath was like honeysuckle, sending chills through my body ...
Sweat was covering my palms -and everywhere else- so I had to cling to his upper arms to roll over on top of him. I wanted -no, needed- him again now. He must've sensed this, so he rolled back over so he could take more control. He was still kissing me, only quenching a portion of my needs. "Damon!" I half-yelled in pleasure and demand.
He gave me what I wanted, more so than the times before. I let out a deep moan, my back arching. Everything he did only made me want him more. I didn't know if this night was going to end -it seemed as though it wouldn't- but I didn't want it to. I never wanted to let go of him, nor him me. I didn't know what we would do when -if- day came. But for now, his mouth was back on mine and the cycle started over once more.
Ok, this is going to be the last 'love scene' chapter. For now, until they go at it again. ;)