For a moment, Elena's plan worked perfectly. Her boldness took Damon by surprise, and he moaned into the kiss, that he quickly deepened. His body, which had been content laying out beside Elena, now hovered over her, his knees pinning her legs on either side.
As Damon kissed his slave, his hands swept down her sides, taking hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulling it up. He broke their embrace only to pull the offending article over her head.