Her body's response to him was always so overwhelming that she forgot everything else around them existed. It was the way her heart beat out a crazy tattoo. It was the sudden rush of her blood around her body, and the warmth that came right along with it. It was the sudden thrum of energy sizzling along her skin where it touched his, and the way his arousal excited her beyond anything else she'd ever experienced. But most of all it was the way that when he was inside her, every single fear melted away in the face of her ecstasy.
Damon knew exactly what Elena was doing. She was looking for assurance in the one area she knew how to take it – their physical relationship.
She'd taken the upper hand and initiated their sexual encounters so much over the past few days, and he'd thought it was her confidence in them growing – that she wanted to explore him in a way that she had never felt able to before. But now he realized that it was something more than that. She found it easier to hide her doubts and fears and forget they existed when they were being intimate.
He wanted to bring it to her attention, but little nips and bites and soft kisses quickly turned into long, slow, melting kisses that turned him inside out. If this was what she needed, he would let her take it. If he had to make love to her ten times a night for the rest of his life to make her feel safe and loved, then that was what he would do. At least she was looking for assurance. At least she'd told him she wanted to see his love for her.
He shouldn't be surprised by the fact that she felt somewhat assured when they were in the bedroom. His response to her was so swift and so obvious that she couldn't deny that his lust at least was very real.
Every time he was near her he couldn't think past merging his body with hers. She was already lying partly underneath him now, and it was easy enough to move so that he was between her legs, the tip of him immediately sliding against her hot and wet center. He almost exploded as she tried to push onto him.
"Damon."
He heard the desperation in her voice – the blatant need to have him inside of her. If it was any other time he might have enjoyed teasing her a little, torturing her with his kisses and with his touch, but right now she needed this, and he did too. Tonight, though, he had no intention of letting her avoid her doubts through their lovemaking. Tonight, he would make her face the love he felt for her. He wasn't going to give her a chance to turn away from it – to miss it.
Her hands and mouth were greedy and desperate on him, willing him to go through with what he'd started, but he waited for her to look right at him before he surged into her waiting heat, filling her to the hilt. She responded with nothing more than a moan of complete and utter satisfaction and fulfillment; her body embracing his in every possible way.
"I love you, Elena," he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
When her eyes locked with his again he knew she was hearing him, seeing him, feeling him. One day very soon he hoped she would believe him.