"Good girl," Damon sighed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He had intended to take her from behind, pushing her mouth onto his brother's cock, but something inside him seemed to take pity on Elena. He pulled her down onto the bed with him, settling her back against his chest, and motioning Stefan down to mirror him, in front of her.
"Are you ready for me, Elena?" he asked quietly, against her ear. His hand slipped between her thighs, feeling the evidence that she was more than ready.