Damon could feel the weakness throughout Elena's body, and knew it would be cruel to try and make her walk even the short distance to her room.
"You're welcome, Elena," he sighed, pleased, as he scooped her up bridal style and made his way out of the playroom. Clean up could wait for the house slaves. With a press of his finger over the security panel, the door to his bedroom opened, and Damon laid his naked and sated slave out on his own bed. She hardly seemed concious, as he stripped his own clothing and climbed into bed with her.