Damon took the moment to admire Elena's body, as she was dusting off her skirt. Even though she had only been with them a month, the time had already created changes in her. Elena was still wonderfully slim, but curves had filled in, where there had been undernourished skin over bone before. He had been able to really feel the change, when he had fucked her for the fist time, the roundness of her ass pressing against his hipbones, as he thrust into her.
"I noticed that you've been spending quite a lot of time out here," he said, trying to make conversation, and keep his mind off of those last few thoughts.
"One might think you were trying to escape us."
He casually hooked his arm through hers, strolling to the far side of the gardens, toward the side of the house.