Title: My Wildest Desire
Rating: NC-17
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Elena/Damon
November 28
Dear Diary,
It happened again tonight. I dreamt of him. This is the third night in a row. I’m seriously starting to worry about my sanity. So much so that here I am at 4:30 on a Saturday morning, awake and scared. Ever since I found out what Stefan is…things between us have blossomed. With no secrets, it’s easy for us to be together…but now…I have a secret of my own…and it’s the worst kind of secret. I spend my days with Stefan, willing Damon to leave us alone, hoping beyond hope that he’ll get bored and leave Fell’s Church…and my nights…my nights I spend dreaming of him. Dreaming of the way his skin feels against mine, dreaming of how he touches me in ways I’ve never been touched, kisses me with passion I didn’t know existed. It’s exotic, possessive, and powerful…and that scares me...
Elena sat with her pen poised above her diary as she glanced down at what she just wrote. She let out a sigh of frustration as she tossed the pen on her desk, stood up, and placed her diary under the loose floorboards in her closet. I hate that he can get to me, thought Elena.
After putting the floorboars back in place she moved back toward her bed, turned off the light, slid back the covers and got underneath them. She shifted around for a few minutes trying to get comfortable. Elena took a deep calming breath trying to release the tension in her body.
Her eyes twitched slightly as she started to doze off again…her breathing evened out and the world dropped away from her as she slipped into a deep sleep.
All of a sudden, Elena shivered in her sleep as the room grew cold. Damon appeared out of the shadows. He strode soundlessly and confidently over to the bed. He glanced down at Elena’s sleeping form and ran his fingers gently down her cheek.
She’s exquisite, thought Damon. She stirred in her sleep and he retracted his long fingers. Damon gave her one last glance before heading towards the window and melting into the shadows.
His deep voice echoing in the small room in his wake.
"Soon..."
Elena frowned in her sleep as her body thrashed lightly against her sheets. She stopped moving suddenly and all the tesion drained from her limbs as she let out a small moan. Elena's mind drifted, imagined, and created as she dreamt.
Elena walked down a long hallway. She glanced around and noticed one wall was covered in several long mirrors and the other had quite a few wall-length windows. Deep red curtains billowed of their own accord as she made her way down the hall.
As she glanced in the mirror Elena could see her reflection and it startled her. She was wearing a long, red, silk dress that accentuated her curves in all the right places. She turned her attention back to the hallway and spotted a set of double doors further down the hallway.
Something was pulling her towards them. She could feel the dark precense of something sinister behind the door, but she couldn't fight the pull she felt. It was too strong.
Elena finally reached the door, placed her hand on the knob, and turned it. The door swung open and what Elena found behind it surprised and excited her.
Standing not five yards in front of her was Damon. He gave her a lazy smirk and motioned for her to join him in the room. She wasn't sure what to do, but before she could even make a decision her feet were moving in his direction.
Damon was dressed in head-to-toe black and was holding a blood red rose in his outstretched hand. Elena was in front of him accepting the rose before she even knew what was happening.
"I knew you'd come."
"This isn't right."
Damon let out a soft chuckle that sent chills up Elena's spine. He reached a hand out a cupped her cheek as he brought his head towards hers. Their lips were millimeters apart and she could feel his warm breath on her lips as he spoke.
"Why isn't this right? Because of Stefan? You're mine Elena...and the sooner you realize that, the better off we'll all be."
She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything, Damon captured her lips with his. He lifted his other hand up and cupped her other cheek. She brought her hands up and clasped them onto his wrists as he kissed her.
Their tongues battled for dominance and when Damon finally pulled away Elena's breaths came in gasps. He moved his lips down to her throat and his mouth clamped on her pulse point and sucked, Elena threw her head back and moaned.
Out of the open window to the side of Damon, she could see the full moon through heavy lidded eyes. Elena knew Damon was trouble, but she couldn't help the feelings flowing through her body. The feelings he was awakening in her.
His hand slid down from her cheek to her neck and then further to the curve of her breast. Her lips parted and another low moan escaped her throat.
"Oh god...Damon..."
She could feel his grin against the flesh of her neck as his soft lips left a trail of wet kisses to her coller bone. His fingers gently brushed over her breast before cupping it and running a thumb over her nipple.
Elena's body shivered in pleasure and Damon moved back to take in his handy work. There she stood breathing hard, nipples erect against the silk of her dress, and flushed with pleasure. The look of pride on Damon's face was intoxicating.
In the middle of the room stood a four-poster bed with a skylight directly above it allowing the moonlight to illumenate the sheets. He took her hand and led her over to the large bed. When they reached it he grabbed her by the waist and gently pushed her until she fell back on the it.
Elena moved her body up to the head of the bed so she was lounging against the satin sheets. Damon stared at her tan skin and dark hair. She looked right at home among the luxurious sheets. He gave her a predatory grin as he crawled up the bed until his body was blanketing hers.
Damon leaned down for a kiss and Elena opened her mouth and met his tongue with hers. They kissed each other again and again until she was breathless. She pressed herself against him as she returned his every kiss. Oh, god I love his kisses, they’re addictive thought Elena.
She sucked on his tongue hard and he groaned in her mouth. He ran his hands down her sides and she wrapped her arms around his neck. It felt so good to be here with him, in his arms…almost like this is where she belonged.
Damon reached for the straps of her dress, and pulled them down slowly. He slid the silky garment down her body, and she wiggled her body helping him get it off leaving her clad in only her black, lacy panties. He leaned down and placed small kisses on her breasts, taking care to leave her nipples alone for now.
He slowly licked and nibbled the soft skin he found there. Elena slid her fingers into his hair and moaned at the sensations he was creating inside of her. Is this what I’ve been fighting against all this time? If so I’m done fighting, thought Elena.
“Oh Damon…please…more…”
After several minutes of ignoring her pleas, Damon finally took her nipple into his mouth and suckled lightly then harder as her moans of pleasure increased. His nostrils flared as moisture began to flow, making her panties wet with want.
He continued to suck on one nipple, while his hand caressed her other breast. Soon he was driving her crazy with his alternative suckling on both nipples. She might just come from this, thought Damon. Elena tugged his head up when she couldn’t take it anymore and he looked at her face.
She slowly opened her eyes and met his light ice-blue ones. He kissed her again and she broke the kiss panting. Then she reached for his black shirt and started unbuttoning it. She leaned forward and placed a small kiss along his chest as it came into view.
She ran her hands over his smooth chest, digging in her short nails, making him growl. At that moment Damon flicked her hands away from his chest, finished taking his shirt off, tossed it to the ground, and took charge of the situation by pressing her down into the mattress.
He moved downward, licking, nibbling and kissing the soft smooth skin of her stomach. She arched her back, and he smiled at her response. He reached for his pants to get them off because he wanted nothing more than to feel her warm, silky, skin against his own.
Elena hesitantly reached down to help him and she could see that it pleased him to know that she was just as eager as he was. Her hands fumbled with the button and he moved it out of the way before he pulled down the zipper, pushing his pants down and off.
His boxers were next. Damon watched Elena as she hesitantly took him in her small hand and lightly stroked. As soon as he felt her hands on him, he growled deeply in his chest, causing his cock to twitch in her hand. Elena looked at his face and saw that he seemed to like what she was doing, so this time, she stroked him more firmly and soon she got into a rhythm.
Damon let her explore as she wished and even though she was less experienced, she was doing a hell of a job. His mind stopped functioning as her small hand quickened, driving him mad. Damon stopped her moments later and a look of confusion came over her face.
He kissed her hand. As much as he enjoyed Elena’s ministrations, there was no way Damon was going to let this be over so soon. He wanted to make this last as long as possible. I want to come inside of her, he thought.
“You need to stop that otherwise; things will be over before they’ve even started.”
She smiled and he returned it with a devious smirk. He reached down and slid her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them with a flick of his hand. Damon moved back up and loomed over her naked body, looking down at her. He wanted to join his body with hers so badly that he couldn't think straight anymore.
But it wasn’t enough, he wanted more. He wanted to worship her body one more time. He started to kiss every inch of her, wherever his lips, tongue and hands could reach. Elena was mindless; she couldn't do anything but moan hopelessly and gasp his name over and over as he pleasured her.
Soon she was tugging Damon’s hair, moaning and crying out that she needed him inside of her. He looked down on her and spoke in a dark voice.
“Tell me Elena…tell me what you want…what you need.”
Her body arched slightly and she bit her lip when his finger grazed against her clit.
“Oh god Damon…you…I want you…”
“Tell me you want only me…not Stefan…”
“I only want you…not Stefan…never Stefan…please…”
Her eyes pleaded with him and finally, he decided to give her what she wanted. He parted her thighs and slid into her in a single, smooth, motion, breaking her barrier causing her to cry out in startled pain. He held still for a minute while she adjusted to him. She’s tight, fights me like a glove, thought Damon.
Her felt her silken walls squeeze his cock, causing him to roll his eyes back briefly before pulling out and slamming back inside of her. He moved inside her and after a while she matched him thrust for thrust. They moved against each other, while moaning each other's name.
“Oh god yes…oh Damon…yes…yes…”
He grunted slightly as he quickened his pace. As their passion grew, his eyes darkened, veins protruded slightly and his fangs emerged. He started to thrust more deeply and quickly. He could feel her orgasm building and he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
Elena shouted Damon’s name when she came hard as she arched her body, giving him better access to her neck. He reared back before moving quickly forward and sinking his fangs into her vein. It was powerful and he could taste her pleasure in her blood.
Damon tightened his arms around her as his cocked twitched and he spilled his seed into her, growling at the same time. Elena’s eyes popped open and her body jerked as Damon continued drinking. She could feel her body growing weaker and she tried to scream as the pleasure subsided.
Damon lifted his head, mouth covered in blood. His teeth glinted in the moonlight as he looked at Elena and then his eyes turned practically black before he lunged forward and ripped into the other side of her neck.
Elena screamed as she her body Jerked up, awake. She was breathing heavy as sweat dripped down her body. Her hand flew to her neck, but nothing was there. She let out a sigh of relief when a knock sounded on her door. It opened and her Aunt Jenna stuck her head in with a raised eyebrow.
“Everything okay in here?”
Elena nodded as she ran a hand through her hair.
“Yeah, everything’s fine Aunt Jenna. Sorry for waking you.”
Jenna frowned.
“Waking me up? I’m surprised you’re not up already. It’s almost time for you to go. Why don’t you get ready and I’ll put on some coffee.”
She nodded and Jenna smiled before leaving the room. Elena let out another sigh as she got out of bed and walked over to the mirror. She looked at her reflection and shook her head. Another night, another dream, thought Elena. She glanced at her closet where her diary was hidden and made her way over there.
She bent down, moved the floor boards, and picked up the diary. She sat on the floor, grabbed her pen, and opened the book.
November 29
Dear Diary,
I have a secret…and it’s the worst kind of secret. It’s exotic, possessive, and powerful…and it scares me...Stefan can never know…I love him and something this small isn’t worth ruing our relationship over. Besides…it’s just a dream…it holds no truth…just a dream…maybe if I keep writing that…someday I’ll believe it…
Elena Gilbert 2009
Rating: NC-17
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Elena/Damon
November 28
Dear Diary,
It happened again tonight. I dreamt of him. This is the third night in a row. I’m seriously starting to worry about my sanity. So much so that here I am at 4:30 on a Saturday morning, awake and scared. Ever since I found out what Stefan is…things between us have blossomed. With no secrets, it’s easy for us to be together…but now…I have a secret of my own…and it’s the worst kind of secret. I spend my days with Stefan, willing Damon to leave us alone, hoping beyond hope that he’ll get bored and leave Fell’s Church…and my nights…my nights I spend dreaming of him. Dreaming of the way his skin feels against mine, dreaming of how he touches me in ways I’ve never been touched, kisses me with passion I didn’t know existed. It’s exotic, possessive, and powerful…and that scares me...
Elena sat with her pen poised above her diary as she glanced down at what she just wrote. She let out a sigh of frustration as she tossed the pen on her desk, stood up, and placed her diary under the loose floorboards in her closet. I hate that he can get to me, thought Elena.
After putting the floorboars back in place she moved back toward her bed, turned off the light, slid back the covers and got underneath them. She shifted around for a few minutes trying to get comfortable. Elena took a deep calming breath trying to release the tension in her body.
Her eyes twitched slightly as she started to doze off again…her breathing evened out and the world dropped away from her as she slipped into a deep sleep.
All of a sudden, Elena shivered in her sleep as the room grew cold. Damon appeared out of the shadows. He strode soundlessly and confidently over to the bed. He glanced down at Elena’s sleeping form and ran his fingers gently down her cheek.
She’s exquisite, thought Damon. She stirred in her sleep and he retracted his long fingers. Damon gave her one last glance before heading towards the window and melting into the shadows.
His deep voice echoing in the small room in his wake.
"Soon..."
Elena frowned in her sleep as her body thrashed lightly against her sheets. She stopped moving suddenly and all the tesion drained from her limbs as she let out a small moan. Elena's mind drifted, imagined, and created as she dreamt.
Elena walked down a long hallway. She glanced around and noticed one wall was covered in several long mirrors and the other had quite a few wall-length windows. Deep red curtains billowed of their own accord as she made her way down the hall.
As she glanced in the mirror Elena could see her reflection and it startled her. She was wearing a long, red, silk dress that accentuated her curves in all the right places. She turned her attention back to the hallway and spotted a set of double doors further down the hallway.
Something was pulling her towards them. She could feel the dark precense of something sinister behind the door, but she couldn't fight the pull she felt. It was too strong.
Elena finally reached the door, placed her hand on the knob, and turned it. The door swung open and what Elena found behind it surprised and excited her.
Standing not five yards in front of her was Damon. He gave her a lazy smirk and motioned for her to join him in the room. She wasn't sure what to do, but before she could even make a decision her feet were moving in his direction.
Damon was dressed in head-to-toe black and was holding a blood red rose in his outstretched hand. Elena was in front of him accepting the rose before she even knew what was happening.
"I knew you'd come."
"This isn't right."
Damon let out a soft chuckle that sent chills up Elena's spine. He reached a hand out a cupped her cheek as he brought his head towards hers. Their lips were millimeters apart and she could feel his warm breath on her lips as he spoke.
"Why isn't this right? Because of Stefan? You're mine Elena...and the sooner you realize that, the better off we'll all be."
She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything, Damon captured her lips with his. He lifted his other hand up and cupped her other cheek. She brought her hands up and clasped them onto his wrists as he kissed her.
Their tongues battled for dominance and when Damon finally pulled away Elena's breaths came in gasps. He moved his lips down to her throat and his mouth clamped on her pulse point and sucked, Elena threw her head back and moaned.
Out of the open window to the side of Damon, she could see the full moon through heavy lidded eyes. Elena knew Damon was trouble, but she couldn't help the feelings flowing through her body. The feelings he was awakening in her.
His hand slid down from her cheek to her neck and then further to the curve of her breast. Her lips parted and another low moan escaped her throat.
"Oh god...Damon..."
She could feel his grin against the flesh of her neck as his soft lips left a trail of wet kisses to her coller bone. His fingers gently brushed over her breast before cupping it and running a thumb over her nipple.
Elena's body shivered in pleasure and Damon moved back to take in his handy work. There she stood breathing hard, nipples erect against the silk of her dress, and flushed with pleasure. The look of pride on Damon's face was intoxicating.
In the middle of the room stood a four-poster bed with a skylight directly above it allowing the moonlight to illumenate the sheets. He took her hand and led her over to the large bed. When they reached it he grabbed her by the waist and gently pushed her until she fell back on the it.
Elena moved her body up to the head of the bed so she was lounging against the satin sheets. Damon stared at her tan skin and dark hair. She looked right at home among the luxurious sheets. He gave her a predatory grin as he crawled up the bed until his body was blanketing hers.
Damon leaned down for a kiss and Elena opened her mouth and met his tongue with hers. They kissed each other again and again until she was breathless. She pressed herself against him as she returned his every kiss. Oh, god I love his kisses, they’re addictive thought Elena.
She sucked on his tongue hard and he groaned in her mouth. He ran his hands down her sides and she wrapped her arms around his neck. It felt so good to be here with him, in his arms…almost like this is where she belonged.
Damon reached for the straps of her dress, and pulled them down slowly. He slid the silky garment down her body, and she wiggled her body helping him get it off leaving her clad in only her black, lacy panties. He leaned down and placed small kisses on her breasts, taking care to leave her nipples alone for now.
He slowly licked and nibbled the soft skin he found there. Elena slid her fingers into his hair and moaned at the sensations he was creating inside of her. Is this what I’ve been fighting against all this time? If so I’m done fighting, thought Elena.
“Oh Damon…please…more…”
After several minutes of ignoring her pleas, Damon finally took her nipple into his mouth and suckled lightly then harder as her moans of pleasure increased. His nostrils flared as moisture began to flow, making her panties wet with want.
He continued to suck on one nipple, while his hand caressed her other breast. Soon he was driving her crazy with his alternative suckling on both nipples. She might just come from this, thought Damon. Elena tugged his head up when she couldn’t take it anymore and he looked at her face.
She slowly opened her eyes and met his light ice-blue ones. He kissed her again and she broke the kiss panting. Then she reached for his black shirt and started unbuttoning it. She leaned forward and placed a small kiss along his chest as it came into view.
She ran her hands over his smooth chest, digging in her short nails, making him growl. At that moment Damon flicked her hands away from his chest, finished taking his shirt off, tossed it to the ground, and took charge of the situation by pressing her down into the mattress.
He moved downward, licking, nibbling and kissing the soft smooth skin of her stomach. She arched her back, and he smiled at her response. He reached for his pants to get them off because he wanted nothing more than to feel her warm, silky, skin against his own.
Elena hesitantly reached down to help him and she could see that it pleased him to know that she was just as eager as he was. Her hands fumbled with the button and he moved it out of the way before he pulled down the zipper, pushing his pants down and off.
His boxers were next. Damon watched Elena as she hesitantly took him in her small hand and lightly stroked. As soon as he felt her hands on him, he growled deeply in his chest, causing his cock to twitch in her hand. Elena looked at his face and saw that he seemed to like what she was doing, so this time, she stroked him more firmly and soon she got into a rhythm.
Damon let her explore as she wished and even though she was less experienced, she was doing a hell of a job. His mind stopped functioning as her small hand quickened, driving him mad. Damon stopped her moments later and a look of confusion came over her face.
He kissed her hand. As much as he enjoyed Elena’s ministrations, there was no way Damon was going to let this be over so soon. He wanted to make this last as long as possible. I want to come inside of her, he thought.
“You need to stop that otherwise; things will be over before they’ve even started.”
She smiled and he returned it with a devious smirk. He reached down and slid her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them with a flick of his hand. Damon moved back up and loomed over her naked body, looking down at her. He wanted to join his body with hers so badly that he couldn't think straight anymore.
But it wasn’t enough, he wanted more. He wanted to worship her body one more time. He started to kiss every inch of her, wherever his lips, tongue and hands could reach. Elena was mindless; she couldn't do anything but moan hopelessly and gasp his name over and over as he pleasured her.
Soon she was tugging Damon’s hair, moaning and crying out that she needed him inside of her. He looked down on her and spoke in a dark voice.
“Tell me Elena…tell me what you want…what you need.”
Her body arched slightly and she bit her lip when his finger grazed against her clit.
“Oh god Damon…you…I want you…”
“Tell me you want only me…not Stefan…”
“I only want you…not Stefan…never Stefan…please…”
Her eyes pleaded with him and finally, he decided to give her what she wanted. He parted her thighs and slid into her in a single, smooth, motion, breaking her barrier causing her to cry out in startled pain. He held still for a minute while she adjusted to him. She’s tight, fights me like a glove, thought Damon.
Her felt her silken walls squeeze his cock, causing him to roll his eyes back briefly before pulling out and slamming back inside of her. He moved inside her and after a while she matched him thrust for thrust. They moved against each other, while moaning each other's name.
“Oh god yes…oh Damon…yes…yes…”
He grunted slightly as he quickened his pace. As their passion grew, his eyes darkened, veins protruded slightly and his fangs emerged. He started to thrust more deeply and quickly. He could feel her orgasm building and he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
Elena shouted Damon’s name when she came hard as she arched her body, giving him better access to her neck. He reared back before moving quickly forward and sinking his fangs into her vein. It was powerful and he could taste her pleasure in her blood.
Damon tightened his arms around her as his cocked twitched and he spilled his seed into her, growling at the same time. Elena’s eyes popped open and her body jerked as Damon continued drinking. She could feel her body growing weaker and she tried to scream as the pleasure subsided.
Damon lifted his head, mouth covered in blood. His teeth glinted in the moonlight as he looked at Elena and then his eyes turned practically black before he lunged forward and ripped into the other side of her neck.
Elena screamed as she her body Jerked up, awake. She was breathing heavy as sweat dripped down her body. Her hand flew to her neck, but nothing was there. She let out a sigh of relief when a knock sounded on her door. It opened and her Aunt Jenna stuck her head in with a raised eyebrow.
“Everything okay in here?”
Elena nodded as she ran a hand through her hair.
“Yeah, everything’s fine Aunt Jenna. Sorry for waking you.”
Jenna frowned.
“Waking me up? I’m surprised you’re not up already. It’s almost time for you to go. Why don’t you get ready and I’ll put on some coffee.”
She nodded and Jenna smiled before leaving the room. Elena let out another sigh as she got out of bed and walked over to the mirror. She looked at her reflection and shook her head. Another night, another dream, thought Elena. She glanced at her closet where her diary was hidden and made her way over there.
She bent down, moved the floor boards, and picked up the diary. She sat on the floor, grabbed her pen, and opened the book.
November 29
Dear Diary,
I have a secret…and it’s the worst kind of secret. It’s exotic, possessive, and powerful…and it scares me...Stefan can never know…I love him and something this small isn’t worth ruing our relationship over. Besides…it’s just a dream…it holds no truth…just a dream…maybe if I keep writing that…someday I’ll believe it…
Elena Gilbert 2009
Oh I love this. I've been looking for a story that keeps closer to the storyline of the books. Were Damon is seducing Elena into the shadows, awakening the darkness she has inside of her. This was so so very close, awesome story!
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