Her Drug

Title: Her Drug
Rating: NC-17
Author: Reportergirl13
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon/Elena
Word Count: 1,360
Prompt: “Drug Use” written for week #21 of Fandom_Friday’s
Requested By: Beth



Her body arched against the satin sheets as cool lips trailed soft, wet kisses up her naked torso, large hands closing over her breast, kneading lightly. His mouth set fire to her body, rough hands surprisingly gentle against her skin.

When he looked at her, she could feel herself fall into his gaze, drowning in the pool of his deep blue eyes. He never used compulsion on her, he didn’t have to and he knew it. She always came back. He was her weakness, her drug.

The way he caressed her body made her feel like she was the most important thing in the world to him and she hated him for it. She hated him for his tender embraces, soft strokes, and careful touches. She wanted him to be rough, to hurt her because then it was okay to hate him.

Elena moaned, small hand clutching the back of his head, fingers tangling in the hair there as he brushed a thumb across her hardened nipple, teasing her.

“Open your eyes Elena….look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open meeting his and he dipped his head back down capturing one pert nipple in his mouth, tongue twirling around the small nub as he sucked on it making her hips push up against his body. She could feel him hard against her as he spread her legs with one knee.

One powerful hand made its way slowly down her side to the curve of her hip before slipping between them and brushing against her core. She was barely holding onto her sanity his mouth and wondering hands driving her crazy.

“Please…”

She could feel his head shake as he let go of her nipple, mouth moving up to her neck as he breathed in deeply, her scent surrounding and intoxicating him.

“Not yet…”

Her body was warm and inviting beneath him, filling him with a desire no other woman had been able to evoke from him. It was unnerving and incredibly erotic. His mouth latched onto her pulse point as he slid two fingers into her waiting body.

Tight muscles clenched around long fingers, warmth surrounding him as he pumped them in and out of her deliberately slow. Elena grasps at his back, urging him on, thrusting hard against his fingers, determined to get him to quicken his pace.

But nothing working. He was stronger than she was and he overpowered her aggressiveness without even trying. She didn’t just want him, she needed him. Her body craved him like a junkie. She needed to feel his length inside of her, his hands clutching at her.

He could see the distress on her face as she attempted to drive her body onto his hand. He’d laugh if it wasn’t so incredibly sexy. Elena’s lithe, tiny frame writhed against the sheets, clinging to him, body begging him for release.

He wouldn’t deny her, he never did. She was the one person who had the ability to silence him with a glare. The one person he’d never hurt. No one on this earth could say that aside from her. He was feared among his kind, his reputation was nothing to baring witness to the real thing.

And yet, with one look, one gasp, one brush of soft fingertips against his skin all the hatred and anger inside of him vanished. All that was left was them. His fingers quickened inside of her as he brushed his thumb against her clit.

Elena’s head jerked back against the pillows as he pushed her body higher with each stroke of his fingers. She could feel the fire starting in her belly, pressure rising as his hand moved abnormally fast.

She screamed his name, inner muscles clamping down hard on his fingers, pulling them deeper into her body, light exploding around her closed eyes as she climaxed. He let her ride it out before slipping his fingers out and thrusting his length in her in one movement.

Elena’s sweat slicked body arched against him at his sudden entrance. A delicious ache filled her as he started moving inside of her, picking up the pace when she lifted her hips against his. He groaned, her body latching onto him like a vacuum.

She was tight and in all his years, he’d never fit so perfectly with someone before. They moved in perfect unison, bodies climbing to ecstasy together. Small hands clawed at his back, large hands tilting her hips in a bruising grip, shifting the angle of his penetration.

He could hear the erratic pounding of her heartbeat in his ears as he drove into her faster. She was gasping under him and he felt her body shiver slightly. She was close to another orgasm and this time he wanted to follow her over the edge.

He reached between them pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves as his face shifted, his head coming down to her breast with a growl as sharp teeth sunk into supple flesh. Her nails drew blood from his back as came around him screaming his name.

“DAMON…”

The coppery tang of blood entered his mouth, her essence filling him, sweet and spicy down his throat. Damon’s balls tightened before he thrust twice more spilling inside of her as her. They stayed like that wrapped around each other’s bodies as they caught their breath.

He broke away from her breast, licking his lips face slowly going back to normal. When her breathing was back to normal he pulled out of her gently before rolling onto his back, hands folded behind his head. He felt Elena shifting and he rolled his eyes before breaking the silence.

“You don’t have to go. It’s not like kill joy Bob is going to come walking through the door any second. He’s with Alaric looking into the whole Isabel thing.”

She stood pulling on her pants and then shirt before turning to him glare on her face.

“I know that. That’s not why I’m leaving Damon.”

She sighed and looked away from him pretending to search for her shoes.

“We can’t keep doing this….it’s wrong. Stefan doesn’t deserve this…not from either of us.”

Damon shrugged, smirk forming on his face, but she could see the lack of humor in his eyes.

“You’re the one who keeps coming back. I didn’t force you into my bed Elena…you did that all on your own.”

He was right. She did. Every time they did this, snuck around together behind Stefan’s back she felt dirty, cheap. And yet she couldn’t stop coming back. There was just something about Damon she needed, something Stefan couldn’t give her.

She had no clue what it was, but she was addicted to him. Damon was her drug. He watched the emotions pass across her face and he wanted to reach out, pull her body against his and hold her. The feelings she gave him, made him furious.

Not even Katherine had complelled him to want to change, to stop feeding on humans. But now he lived off of blood banks and the occasional sorority girl all for her…his brother’s girlfriend. If Stefan found out about them he’d think Damon was doing it to hurt him.

And he would let him believe that, because the truth…the truth was so much worse. Damon Salvatore was in love with Elena Gilbert and god help him he didn’t care that she was using him. She stood up fully dressed giving him once last look before walking through the open bedroom door.

She’d probably find herself back at the boarding house with Damon again tomorrow, but Stefan would be back in two days and then it would have to stop for good. This wasn’t the kind of person she was.

She made her way to her car, pulling the door open, getting in, and starting it. As she drove away she glanced up at the window only to find Damon standing shirtless, glass of scotch in his hand watching her go.

She swallowed hard as she turned her eyes back on the road, her stomach fluttering with unwanted feelings, thoughts and emotions. Elena Gilbert loved Stefan Salvatore, but Damon Salvatore was her drug.