Elena could feel the coolness of his skin against her sweaty body as he slid her down his chest to settle her on top of him. The soft moan came over her lips without her realising it when his tongue reached out to nibble at her breast. His lips closed around her nipple and he let his teeth very gently bite her. It felt like an electrical charge had gone off in her brain. She breathed in heavily and threw her head back in elation. He worked his way to her other breast with soft kisses, while he rhythmically moved his hips against hers, hands clasped around her hips in a firm grip.

She pulled herself closer to him and while running her fingers through the softness of his hair she placed her lips over his. He grabbed her by the neck and forced her lips open with his tongue, she answered him willingly all the while letting herself move in response to him. There was urgency, an intensity, in his kisses that spurred her on and she could feel her pulse hammering harder where ever he was touching her. She belonged to him and he belonged to her and they were one.

He rolled them both over, sliding his hands over her arms and up to her hands that lay above her head. He kissed her passionately again, moving on to her cheek, nibbling at her ear and down to her neck, where he stopped. His lips gently caressing the sensitive area on the side of her neck. She moved her head to the side just a fraction. His breathing increased as he understood the underlying 'yes' in her gesture.

'Are you sure', he whispered quietly, his breath raising goose bumps on her skin. Elena nodded again, unable to speak. The excitement was starting to be too much for her. She grabbed at his hands as he let his tongue slowly trail the vein in her neck. Elena raised her hips, eager to meet him, feeling like she was floating. His soft moans of pleasure made the hair at the back of her neck stand up and she gripped the head of the bed with both of her hands. He followed suit and they were holding each other's hands through the bars of the head board.

'Please', her whisper came out as an exasperated sigh, a longing she had never felt before. His elongated teeth grazed her skin and he started moving his body quicker against her hips and she responded eagerly. She could feel the warmth of the approaching orgasm spreading in between her thighs. She felt his hands grasping hers harder, both of them holding against the bars of her head board. There was a soft banging each time their hips crashed against each other.

'Elena', he whispered. 'Elena'. It was more than a sigh. 'Elena!' he said it louder with each of the times his hips met hers.

'Please, Damon. I want you. Please', she whispered in frustration.

'Elena', Damon said out loud now in between the banging of the head board. He had lifted his head and was looking at her with a confused look on his face. It was still flustered and beautiful and she tried to drag him down towards her again, but he wouldn't budge. She could still hear the banging sound of the head board against the wall, even though they had stopped moving.

'Elena!' The sound of her name didn't come from Damon at all; his lips were closed and he looked like he was floating above her.

With a start Elena woke up and nearly fell off her bed in the process, sheets tangled around her legs and her pillows on the floor.

'Elena!', she could hear Jeremy call through her door, while banging on it. 'Elena, I'm serious this time. You need to wake up! We're gonna miss school.'

'I'm up', Elena muttered while she tried to untangle her legs from the sheet, failing miserably and stumbled across the floor with the sheets still around her legs when she opened the door for her brother.

He looked at her with bewildered amusement.

'What's up, sis? It's the third time this week?'

'Yes, I know. I know', mumbled Elena incoherently. 'I'm just going to freshen up quickly. Will you make me a cup of coffee, please Jer?'

She headed for the bathroom that connected her and Jeremy's room. She couldn't believe it. This was the third time in a row she'd had the same dream about... she shook her head in annoyance. She could still feel the aftershock of the ecstasy she had experienced just minutes earlier, and she realised, or rather, she hoped, that she hadn't said anything out loud for Jer to hear.

She looked herself in the mirror.

'Elena Gilbert. There is something seriously wrong with you.'