As Damon found his own pleasure, Stefan felt the echo of it within himself, and slumped, boneless, against his brother's chest as the aftershocks faded.
He didn't know why Elena had taken his hand, but perhaps it was her way of saying that she'd forgiven him for what had happened that night. Maybe she understood now just how under Damon's control he was, just as much a slave as she was, though he was ostensibly, a free man.
He laced his fingers with the girl and mouthed against Damon's chest, lapping up the evidence of his release that had spattered against his skin.