"You giving my paper and whereabouts to Ms. Mikaelsen better be the only thing you did." She said poking him in the chest. "No compulsion."
"You did all that on your own." He held his hands up in defense. "Congratulations Miss Gilbert."
He leaned in to kiss her, but Elena arched back. "And if I didn't get it? What would you have done?" she asked suspiciously.
"You assume I would tamper with one of the biggest publishing companies because you didn't get the job?" He concluded from her questioning. His devilish smirk returned. "Miss Gilbert, your assumptions might just get you in trouble."
"Someone told me you are very convincing. I highly believe you would have some influence in the downfall of the company just because little old me didn't get the job." She tried to match his coy stature.
"You asked for it." Damon grasped her ass and cupped it. "This is mine tonight."
"We will see about that." Elena replied and felt the tension between them build. Her stomach was knotting and she was squeezing her legs together. She wanted to steal him away to her bedroom and break this tension but she knew dinner was almost ready.
"Dinner!" Caroline called from the kitchen. Perfect timing.
Grabbing a glass of white wine, Elena held it as Damon toasted to her success. "To Elena, may she succeed in her new job." He nodded and she blushed.
"More like internship." She corrected him.
"Same thing." Caroline interrupted.
The rose their glass together even Stefan and all took a sip. They sat down as Caroline passed the salad bowl. Every thing looked delicious. Once there was no more talk about her, Caroline immediately dived into all things about herself. She didn't mind it because she enjoyed being able to breath again. She liked only having the attention of Damon on her.
Elena cautiously watched Stefan as he sat patiently and quietly listening to every word Caroline had to say. She saw the images of a monstrous man sitting opposite of her and she recalled his attempts to warn her or scare her of Damon, but she tried to forget about all of that. She wanted to focus on the positives of the night, not the negatives. He was harmless for now and she hoped it would stay that way as long as he was with Caroline.
Back at the Salvatore house hours later, Elena kicked off her heels and wandered down the hallway. She felt the presence of Damon fading as he stood at the beginning of the corridor. He stared at her intently. The wine from dinner had her feeling a bit more free spirited at the moment.
"Landing me an internship. Organizing a celebration dinner. Impressing Caroline Forbes. It seems you really have out done yourself Mr. Salvatore." She said lurking deeper into the shadows. Damon took a slow step closer to her.
"I'm a man of many talents." He confessed. "You know I like to have control in what I do."
"And you're very good at it." She spoke in a seductive voice.
He flew at her and his hand was on her ass again. He squeezed it and looked down at her. "This is still mine Miss Gilbert. You're in a lot of trouble from your assumptions earlier. Took a lot of will power not to deal with you at dinner in front of everyone."
"And I must say I'm impressed by that." Elena giggled. He squeezed her bottom again and pushed his body up against hers. "I'm all yours tonight, under one condition."
"What is that?" Damon asked letting his lips grace her soft skin on her cheek.
"You take care of me in your room." She demanded.
Moving back only an inch, he thought about it. His reasoning for her not going into his room or sharing a bed with her was stupid in her opinion. It was something she wanted. Something she felt she deserved.
"After everything you owe me." Elena added.
He remained silent. She hoped she didn't kill the mood with her request. It almost seemed like she had until he picked her up and pushed her against the wall. His growing erection pressed against her leg and she moaned. "I'm having a hard time saying no to you." He admitted.
"Your room?" She raised her eyebrow.
"My room." He responded.
Chapter 37: Wrapped In Your Arms
The door swung open slowly as the mystery of what his room looked like was revealed.
At first sight, she took all of it in. To the left was another door leading to a bathroom. Her eyes danced around to the wooden floor and the intricate patterned carpet that was beneath his four-poster bed. She half expected a canopy above it, but the bed frame rose high. It was made of similar wood that his other furniture was built of. There was a black chest sat at the end of it probably hiding all is secrets. Elena internally rolled her eyes at her thought. What secrets could possibly be left to learn when she felt like she knew the biggest one already?
Focusing back in the details of his room, she imaged herself lying in the black sheets made of satin on his bed. Those sheets would soon cover their naked bodies and be witness to all the desirable actions they were about to take.
"This is it." Damon whispered in her ear and walked into the center of the room. Much like the rest of his home and even his office it was dark. In the shadows he could hide and she wondered how opposed he was to shining some light back into his life. She hated how dark everything was and everywhere she went. Needless to say, it did match his persona very well.
His room was another version of him. She could sense it held every emotion, thought, and memory in it.
Suddenly, the room illuminated as Damon flickered on a lamp. The darkness was brightened, but the shadows still lurked. She noticed a rather large dresser next to his bed that she was eager to get in to. From where she stood she observed it held some personal belongings. A single photograph was propped up along with other objects she could not make out. Memorabilia? She wanted to explore.
"Are you going to look around all day like it's a museum or do want to get back to what we were doing in the hallway?" He asked.
"Sorry." Elena apologized walking toward him still gazing the bed. "I just never thought I see the day when Damon Salvatore would let me into his sacred room."
"Well consider yourself special Miss Gilbert." His tone was snarky. Her eyes fell upon him and he smoothed his hand over her the side of her neck. "Strip down into your underwear."
"Controlling much?" She suggested and raised her eyebrow.
"Be careful Miss Gilbert. Your attitude lately has got you in trouble." His other hand squeezed her ass. "Strip. You're mine for tonight. My room, my rules."
Her stomach danced sending desirable pleasures throughout her body. She backed away from him knowing she had to meet his request. Motionless and hungry he watched her as she unbuttoned her blouse. She was still wearing her attire from her meeting and her heart raced as her fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons. The attempt of appearing sexy while striping was easy for some, but for her she felt silly. The blood was rushing to her cheeks as she realized she was in the moment. He was consuming her and she was obeying him.
The buttons unhinged her blouse as her fingers touched the soft material. Her bare skin exposed made his eyes sparkle with lust. Still hesitant about undressing in front of him, Elena dropped her blouse to the ground and bowed her head. She reached around to unzip her skirt that joined the discarded blouse. Now she was in nothing but her underwear.
"Don't be shy," he whispered as he appeared before lifting her chin up. "You are stunning."
"I can't be sexy." She murmured.
"You are sexy." Damon assured her letting his hand creep around and cupped her butt. "And your sexy ass is mine now. Sit on the bed."
Elena followed his instruction and sat on his bed. She folded her arms across her chest as he went over to his dresser and looked for something. What are you doing? Letting a guy order you around like this…especially in the bedroom! Her thoughts ran wild as she felt shame in her actions. She knew Damon's need for control was part of who he was and his sexual drive was always heightened whenever he was around her, but she felt guilty for playing along. It wasn't like he was going to hurt her. She trusted him that he wouldn't. T
he problem was she felt like she was losing herself.
The sound of the dresser drawer closed and Damon held a red scarf in his hands. He wrapped the red scarf around his hand seeming pleased. As his lustful eyes drifted up to her half naked body, the corners of his lips curled into a crooked smile. However, the scarf became lose around his hand and his smile fell, as he understood something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Pulling her arms closer to her stomach, Elena sighed. "Nothing." She tried her best to mask her concerns and her shyness in the matter, but it was impossible. The red scarf floated to the ground and Damon sat down on the bed next to her.
"I thought you wanted this, me?" His question was filled with emotion. She peered up into his blue eyes that drooped slightly.
"I do." She reassured him. "I do want you. I do want this, but I don't know what this is."
Huge mood killer is what she was right now. The heated passion and the desire to rip each other's clothes off was gone. She had let her conscience get in the way. After all the excitement from earlier and the teasing at dinner she had only pictured the night to be filled with sex, but now as she dared to strip herself in front of him she felt fragile. She felt like she was being used.
"I'm sorry." Elena whispered and breathed slowly.
"Don't be." He replied and grabbed her hand. "Maybe I'm pushing you too far. Maybe my expectations are still set to high for you."
Thanks. That's really boosting my confidence right now. She thought reeling herself in more and further away from him.
"You're different Elena." Damon shifted on the bed so he was facing her. "You already know that, but sometimes I have to remind myself that you aren't my victim, you aren't just another girl. You are something special to me."
"Really?" She asked feeling unsure.
"Let me make love to you." He blurted out squeezing her hand. "Forget the idea of fucking. Forget the lust."
"You don't make love Damon. That's not you." Elena said shaking her head.
"I want to." His tone came across strong. She liked the idea of making love, but she wasn't sure if he was capable of it. Making love occurred between two people filled with undying passion and a connection brought upon by love. The passion was there, but the idea of love was new. As she took a moment to think, she glanced at him quickly. Damon was still and also debating his thoughts. Were they both thinking the same thing? Were they both realizing they were falling love with one another?
"Can you forget? Can you put aside every need for control and just let the moment direct you?" She questioned him feeling the strength return in her. Damon remained silent staring off into the distance.
Though her doubts were apparent she did not want to lose him after his attempt to make the situation better. Whether his statement was on a whim or not, she wanted to test the waters with him. She wanted him to make love to her. She wanted to find the good in him that was buried down deep. "Damon?" She placed both her hands on either side of his face bringing him back to focus.
Her lips brushed against his barely applying any pressure. Nothing. Her body shook, trembled as she tried to bring him back. She knew she had pushed him away with her doubts and her disregard to him using her as a sex toy more than his object of desire. Elena parted from his lips and looked into his eyes trying to find him. She kissed him again still softly. His hand gripped her forearms and as she thought he was going to rip her away from him, however he kissed her back. No force, no fire. He was gentle and she knew he was struggling. This was not normal for him, but he knew what he was doing.
He pushed her back slowly positioning them to lie down on the bed. The satin material made it easy for her to move and her hand fell from his face to his chest. She carefully let it glide down to the hem where she let her fingers slip underneath to touch his skin. His kiss became a little more passionate at her touch she noticed and she eagerly moved it up his stomach wanting more. Damon broke away from her only causing a few seconds of separation as he tore his shirt off leaving him with a naked torso.
Elena gawked at the beauty of him. He was simply perfection and she couldn't believe after all this time that she was the one he had chosen. Not Caroline, not any other girl in Mystic Falls. He had chosen her. She guessed she was special.
Repositioning himself, Damon moved on top of her as he displayed kissed going beyond her lips. Her cheek, her neck, her collarbone, her chest, no place was left unmarked by him. As his mouth resumed back on to hers, she closed her eyes tight. Every thing was slow compared to the usual fast paced reactions that blossomed from their sexual tension. They were really making love.
As she sensed Damon unbutton his pants, she grew sensitive and excited. Without even a struggle she knew Damon had discarded the rest of his clothing and a soft blanket was thrown over their naked bodies. He lifted her back off the mattress as they continued to kiss and removed her bra. Their bare skin pressing up against one another was erotic. The tips of his fingers caressed down her breast all the way to her underwear and with one swift motion they were gone. She felt her legs spreading and being elevated. Damon touched his forehead with hers and he looked down at her. Giving him a simple nod, she clutched her hands around his neck and he moved in. She hugged him as he moved himself in slowly escalating the feeling. Her body began to twitch as she enjoyed every bit of him.
Unlike the times before Damon would take no time to speed up the sensation, but not now. He was gradual and she knew it was taking every ounce of him to not go full force. With every stroke she heard them breathing together and the sensation build. Not a sound beside uncontrollable moans and grunts escaped them. The pace quickened only a small amount and Elena arched her back as she felt the gratifying climax become closer. As she was lifted up, she found Damon's lips again and kissed him hard. Instantly, he moved even faster still being careful and she knew she was about to break.
Trying to kiss him back, she let her mouth hover next to his as she breathed rapidly and grasped his shoulders. Quietly, she whispered to herself, "Oh my god." And she felt the side of Damon's mouth turn up into a smile. Just a few more strokes and she was there. Inside of her she felt the vibrations of him and her peaking and releasing and she fell back still clutching him.
"Let me stay with you tonight." She insisted rolling on her side after they had both calmed back to a normal heart rate.
Damon put his hand behind his head and looked up. The blanket hung just at his hips making him looking very desirable. Elena wanted more, but she couldn't. What they had just shared was rare. She wasn't even sure if it would happen again. All she did know was she was afraid to admit that she had fallen in love with him.
"I've allowed you in my room tonight isn't that enough?" He asked.
"I don't think I can ever get enough of you Mr. Salvatore." She playfully remarked.
His cheeks moved upward and he was trying to hide his smirk. "You have emotionally and physically exhausted me Miss Gilbert. I have had enough for now."
Elena pouted feeling shot down and not sure if she should take his remark with a grain of salt. He noticed her sullen appearance and he rolled on to his side to face her. "But I don't regret a moment of it. I wanted to make love to you tonight, not because I felt like I had to. I wanted to. It is just taking a lot for me to accept things right now. I haven't…"
"Shhh." She shook her head and tugged on the blanket. "It's okay. I understand. I wanted to make love with you too. Very much."
Still seeming to be dealing with his inner demons, she figured her last request wasn't going to happen. She would wait for him to ask her leave. She was going to soak up every moment of this while she could.
"You can stay." He stated.
"Really? Why?" Elena perked up not believing he was actually letting her stay in his room, in his bed with him.
"Because I am." Damon said sighing. "I guess I'm feeling generous tonight with you."
"If you really don't want me to I can leave," she spoke beginning to sit up, but
was brought back down to the bed. His eyes were big and dreamy.
"I want you to." He responded. "I do."
"Thank you." She barely remarked seeing the confliction in his eyes. "I know it's not easy for you, with me. I know what we are doing is different, but…"
"Shhh." He mocked her from moments earlier. "It's fine. You should sleep. You have a big day tomorrow. I'll drive you to work when we get up."
Elena melted back into the bed and warmed her naked body with the blanket. She knew there would be not contact when they slept. She knew that was where he drew the line with her and she would accept that. She had got this far anyways.
"You don't have to drive me to work," she told him. "Thank you, but I have my own car and I have to go back to change and get ready anyways."
"That car of yours needs to be put in the junk yard." He laughed. "I insist and no need to make a stop back home, you have every thing here already. Your closet is filled with clothes that you could wear to work and I'm sure it's a better selection too."
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