Fifty Shades Of Dark - Damon Salvatore Page 9

  "Then let me be foolish. Let me risk my life with you just for tonight." She held on to him.

  "Elena, you don't know what you're saying."

  "Just tonight." Elena pleaded. "I'm not saying I'm ready for this life, but I just want tonight. Anyways, I'm scared of what's out there."

  The smirk. It had returned and he has laughing. Elena didn't understand. "Nothing is going to touch you unless you allow it too." He told her noticing she still wasn't quite sure what he meant.

  "A vampire can only be invited in." He informed her of more vampire knowledge.

  "Well, that doesn't change me wanting you to stay." She said dropping her hand from his cheek leaving him now tempted by her touch.

  His smirk shifted to one side and his eyes burned with lust as he looked at her. Elena felt the fire inside her burn brighter. If he felt anything like the way she felt, he wasn't going to leave. He was going to stay. Damon parted his lips and replied, "I'll stay."

  Chapter 15: Walk The Line

  "I'll stay, but I can't stay as long as you want me to Miss Gilbert." He slyly added and his eyes glanced to the staircase.

  "Why?" Elena asked being aware of his lingering eyes around her home and on her.

  "I have work." Damon responded and she caught herself blushing again. She forgot that he was a successful businessman despite what he truly was. Now that she knew he was a vampire it was hard to picture him living a normal life. "And if I'm staying, I insist you rest."

  "I'm not tired." She whined to him.

  "You need to rest because then I can control myself." He explained to her. A control freak is what he was. He was always talking about it now and she realized he wasn't a two faced man, he had multiple personas. Damon continued, "You're blood flows naturally when you're resting like right now even though I can sense it peak at times. When you become worked up is when it's unbearable for me."

  "Oh," she uttered to herself and he flashed his seductive smirk.

  "Come on, you should lie down. It will be good for both of us." Damon demanded and motioned for her to head up the staircase.

  Without hesitation and without arguing with him, Elena moved her legs up the wooden staircase as Damon carefully followed her. Oh no, she thought as her eyes grabbed sight of her bedroom. Suddenly becoming wary to the idea of him seeing her bedroom and where she slept, Elena spun around, as she was one step above him. Looking down at him he continued to gaze at her with his determined blue eyes and sneaky smile. She opened her mouth as if she were going to say something and stopped. It was strange how he could sway her mood much like he swayed his own from time to time.

  Elena turned back around letting her hair whip with her motion and she walked slowly into her bedroom. His presence lingering behind her as he stood in the doorway made her feel uncomfortable. She glanced at him quickly seeing his eyes scan her room only to land them right back on her.

  "Rest." He demanded of her again.

  She moved toward her bed and sat down. "How do I know for sure that you're not doing that weird control thing?"

  "I told you, I would never do that to you." Damon stated flatly.

  "But you do it to other people all the time." Elena responded.

  "Yes," He took a seat on her desk letting his fingers feel the dark wood. "But only when I feel it is right. That doesn't mean I haven't become careless with it before, but I've learned how to use it."

  "And what if I asked you to compel me? Would you do it?" She asked bowing her head.

  "Why would you want to be compelled?" His responsive question was innocent. There was no lingering hint of another meaning behind it.

  "You would be able to compel me if I wanted to forget about this whole vampire thing, right?" Elena mumbled.

  Damon licked his lips and spoke firmly. "Is that what you want? You want me to make you forget."

  "I don't know," she whispered. "It was just a thought. I still don't know what to think about all of this."

  "If you want nothing to do with this life and nothing to do with me," Damon pushed off the desk and paced over to where Elena sat on her bed. He peered down at her and continued, "I can compel you."

  The gorgeous monster that stood before her was granting her a promise only saints would be willing to obey. For what he was and what he hid behind a flawless mask, he was good. His very nature to blend in with the crowd was his way of surviving and no wonder he could float through life so easily. He had it made besides the whole hunger for human blood part. The amount of endless questions she held on to just to help her understand his existence and his actions were what she wanted from him. She felt foolish for wanting something like that when most people with this sort of information would be heading for the hills. Elena felt her mouth open knowing she was about to speak without thinking.

  "I don't know what's wrong with me." She shook her head still staring at her feet. "I know what you are and yet I let you stay. Does that make me stupid?"

  "Very." He answered.

  Elena wasn't expecting him to reply so quickly and with that answer, but then again he was full of surprises. "I know I should stay away and I probably should have you compel me so I can forget about all of this, but for some reason I don't want you to. I don't want you to go. I don't want to forget you." She carefully raised her stare to him, who was hovering over her.

  Those thin lips that were in a perfect line and his furrowed eyebrows causing defined creases in his forehead only told her he was thinking. He was another shade of emotion that he displayed when he was debating with himself.

  "You're very stupid." He said enunciating his words. "I could hurt you. I want to hurt you."

  "Then why don't you?" Elena asked still trying to comprehend what was going on through that pretty head of his.

  "I don't know." Damon exhaled with anger. Every muscle inside of him was tense. Clearly, the subject of him wanting to hurt her, biting her was a sensitive one. Every time the subject came up he became like this.

  Not knowing why she was raising to her feet, Elena stretched out her hand and touched his wrist. She watched as he tensed more and flashed her his wild gaze that made her feel like she was crossing the line with him. Like he could snap at any minute and rip her to shreds. Her thumb stroked the vein on his wrist and she tried to hide the fear inside of her. Damon watched her warily trying to understand why such a young beauty like Elena could be so thoughtless as to even trust him. Elena was wondering the same thing.

  "I meant it before," he barely spoke in his breathless tone. "You're sexy."

  With a flip of the switch, the seductive Damon was back and pushing her hair off her face softly and sensually. The electric wave of energy soared through her and she let her mind drift into the craze and sexuality that created him. Erasing every thought of horror and confusion, Elena gripped his wrist. More than anything she wanted to play out her dream and she was pretty sure it was going to happen judging by his current expression.

  "You have no idea what you're doing to me." Damon whispered close to her ear. "You have no idea what I want to do to you."

  "Show me." Elena said scared and that same time secretly desiring his next move.

  Damon grabbed the side of her face and ran his mouth along her jaw line sending her skin rising in heat. He returned the grip on her wrist with his other hand and traveled his hand to her elbow and up to her shoulder. Elena was melting faster and faster. His lips graced hers lightly and he kept them hovering over hers looking delicious. She wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss her or bite her. The first choice was what she preferred, but she waited for the second choice as well. Maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad as she thought it would.

  The first choice was his direction and he forced himself on her. Elena held on to him as his urgent lips passed over hers with increasing force. She didn't care about anything else. Him consuming her like this was exciting. It was like a high she had never been on before and she didn't want to come down.

  Falling back on her bed, Elena was pinned undern
eath him. His hands were placed on either side of her shoulders and he kept himself propped up as he continued to kiss her. Being caught in the moment she reached around his back and played with the hem of his shirt she wanted it off him. She wasn't sure if he would jump back at her request or not, but by her small tugging he pulled himself off her for a moment and yanked his shirt off. He threw it to the side and Elena let her hands roam his naked skin. He was even more beautiful without his shirt. Her heart was racing faster and she pulled his head back down to kiss him. Pure bliss was sweeping over her. Damon was striding away from her mouth and down her chin and down to her neck. Something panicked in her, as she knew the times before when he had reached a certain point he would resist. The fun would be over and she didn't want it to end. She had to stop him before he could get the chance.

  Never being the one to take charge in a situation like this, she dug her fingers in his hair and pulled him back up to her mouth. Once he was there letting his sweet taste enter her mouth, she rolled him over on to his back and straddled him. He held on to her hips and she peeled off her shirt revealing her nude bra and she felt slightly embarrassed. She was moving so fast with him. Was this what she really wanted? Now in reality and not in her dreams, it was all a bit much.

  Gazing up at her with hungry eyes, Damon sat up letting his soft lips kiss her collarbone. He trailed his lips down her chest and raised his hand barely cupping one of her breast. Her breath became quick. Continuing to map out his lips across her chest, he let them get carried away up to her neck. Elena knew what was going to happen, but it felt too good to stop and try to avoid the situation. Sure enough as he kissed the same spot on her neck he paused letting his hot breath graze her skin.

  "Damon." She whispered. "Don't."

  A low growl escaped him and he bowed his head letting her get a glimpse at his devilish side. Dry, wrinkled eyes that were a shade of red and the piercing fangs to match were permanent upon his distorted face. Elena quivered at the sight of him knowing she needed to run, but she was frozen. She didn't want to run and even if she wanted to she couldn't.

  "Damon." Elena whispered again and he ran his hand along her neck.

  They both knew better getting themselves into this situation. Elena knew what he could do to her and he knew the same. However, they both couldn't keep it in their pants when they were around each other.

  Damon and Elena were both walking a very thin line with another. It would only be time before one of them would crack and maybe this was it.

  Chapter 16: Secret Safe

  "Why aren't you like the others?" He snapped shoving Elena off his lap and hunched over the side of the bed. "Please don't move."

  Obeying his request, Elena sat limp watching him suspiciously knowing he was still wearing his mask. She stretched her eyes to see his face as she caught sight of his silhouette. The pointy white fangs were still protruding from his mouth and he fumed from his uncontrollable desire to feed on her. Was he always going to be like this when he was around her? Was there going to be an always? Elena was beginning to understand Damon more as she observed from a distance. He was a hunter. He was a predator. In order for him to survive the life he led, he had to feed. But she wasn't willing to sacrifice her non-punctured flesh for him, not yet.

  "What do you mean, the others?" Elena murmured folding her hands in her lap.

  A huff escaped him and he raised his head lifting him to sit up straight. Her eyes fell upon his porcelain skin on his back. It was untouched and smooth. Even this part of him was beautiful. Elena wanted to reach out and touch it. To let her fingers skim a trail down his spine.

  "Damn it, Elena. Please calm down." Damon shouted in short breaths. Her body flinched at his hasty tone and she constricted her body. "You're heart is beating so fast I can hear it."

  She wanted to apologize, but she felt it was not necessary. It wasn't her fault he got her so worked up like this. He was the one that always made the first move and was the first to end their arousing escapade. "What do you mean by the others?" She drew him back on her curiosity.

  "When you came to my office, I thought you were the perfect catch. The way you acted so innocent and shaky and yet you still managed to have this wicked side of you," He recalled their first memory together. "I thought you were it. You were my next victim."

  "Victim." She stated letting her hear the term that was so demeaning. Is that how he saw her? A victim.

  "I tend to only feed on beautiful women, Elena. And to no surprise you are beyond beautiful." Damon continued his thought and turned to face her. The mask was gone. He was back to his normal self. "I compel them to enjoy me thirsting for their blood. I compel them to do whatever else I feel is necessary to satisfy myself."

  "And you want to do that to me? You want me to want you to bite me?" Elena's voice shook, but she did not run once again. Even in the horror of truth of Damon Salvatore, she wanted more information. Running would only make things worse.

  Damon shook his head and he facial expression became sweet. "I wanted to. I still want to, but something about you is different. You're not like the others."

  "Do you end up…." She stopped her thought. The fear of the fate of these victims that belonged to Damon scared her.

  "I have hurt them, yes." He obliged to share with her what she was thinking without saying it. "But I do not kill them. Once I become bored with them I compel them to forget about me and everything that happened."

  "And what about when you're with them? Do they understand what is going on?" Her probing furthered.

  "Yes, they understand, but they wouldn't dare tell a soul." Damon said in a dark voice.

  "Why?"

  "Because I tell them not to." His snarky tone appeared.

  Elena took in a long, deep breath and then exhaled it. She was trying to understand his strange way of his when it came to feeding. If she was his so-called next victim, how long had it been since he last fed? Maybe that was why he was so filled with rage and lust whenever he was around her. Damon was hungry and for her blood.

  "So let me get this straight, if it wasn't for whatever is holding you back, I would be your next victim." She gulped and looked at him. Damon didn't respond, but his icy blue eyes confirmed her answer. "And being your victim, you need to feed on me."

  "Look," Damon stood up and glared down at her. "I want to bite you, badly. I want to control everything you do around me and then some. However, the fact that something about you is telling me not to do so is driving me insane."

  Anger was building up inside him. It was a control issue. Not only was him being hungry distracting enough, but also it all came back to control. He liked that he could compel people especially the chosen ones also known as his victims. Beautiful women, who fell to his knees and do whatever was asked of them. She wasn't sure if she really liked the idea of it all.

  "Elena, I can't stay away from you." He uttered. "I came over here to tell you that before I found you rushing out the door in panic about Caroline and what you thought I had done. I want this to work. I want you to accept me and be willing to accept what I want to do to you."

  "I don't know." Elena became hesitant at the thought of him sucking her blood.

  "I promise you I would never compel you. I promise you that if you choose this I would never ask you to do anything unless you wanted to." He knelt down and grabbed her hand. His touch sent spiraling sparks of electricity through her. She wanted to pull away because she knew him doing this could easily sway her decision, however she was lost in his words as he spoke. "I promise we can take this slow as long as you promise me that I can share with you all of me."

  "All of you, what does that mean?" Elena asked warily.

  "I mean letting me bite you." Damon replied. "Letting me taste you and in return you could do the same."

  "What?" Pulling her hand away from him, she moved back on her bed away from him. She didn't quite understand what he meant by "in return you could do the same", but she was sure he was about to explain. />
  "You could drink my blood. Not because I want you to be like me." He assured her. "I never wish that upon anyone. My blood will keep you strong. It will heal any damage done to you. I've already done so for your friend."

  "Wait, you gave Caroline your blood? I thought you said you didn't touch her or anything." Her thoughts were wild and everywhere. This was more than she expected from him tonight.

  Damon gave way that Caroline's situation bothered him. Maybe it had to do with him assuming it was his brother who attacked her, thought Elena. There was so much more to learn especially knowing Damon had a brother just like him roaming Mystic Falls apparently attacking people.

  "Alright, I didn't tell you because I didn't want to freak you out. I had to. She lost a lot of blood."

  "Does she know?" She asked curling up into a ball on her bed still realizing her half naked torso. Feeling ashamed of her appearance, Damon noticed and he gave a flash of his wicked smile for a moment.