She was so good, his Elena. That was how Damon had taken to thinking about her recently, even though he would rather he didn't. Humans were weak things, as the accident had reminded him, and he was getting attached too quickly. Even Stefan could obviously see it.
"Come, Elena," he barked at her, only breaking his rhythm for a second. His lips and tongue returned to her clit, while he pressed two fingers deep inside her wetness.