Damon could already tell that Elena would never be one of those slaves who gave in naturally, but it was even better than that. He had fought for each concession, and that made it so much sweeter.
"That's it," he whispered roughly. His hands moved over the parts of her body that had been hidden up until now, cupping the weight of her small but firm breasts, and gently pinching her nipple. He ground down against her, their hips pressing together.