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Damon Salvatore likes holding hands. (

Elena was struggling and making little sounds of protest but, as he studied her face through eyes surrounded by red, throbbing veins, he could have sworn that her heart wasn't really in it. True, he was so much stronger than her that he could easily hold her down without even really noticing the effort, but there was something about the way she was pushing against his hands on her shoulders that told him she didn't really want to break free. He'd held Elena back before, when she'd been really trying to fight him off, and this wasn't like that at all. Her cheeks were flushed and, as she pressed her teeth into her plump lower lip, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the spot.

Before he'd really had time to consider his options, he was crushing his mouth to those lips, his teeth still sharp and deadly in his gums. If he hadn't kissed her right then, he might have been tempted to kill her. She stirred such deep and unsettling emotions within him that he never knew exactly where he was with her. He wanted her so much that it consumed him every day, from the moment he woke with her on his mind to the moment he drifted off to sleep, only to be plagued with dreams of her golden skin and daring smile as she ran from him - so close but always out of reach. She had pushed him to the very limits of emotion, both good and bad, and he could feel himself fraying around the edges, not sure whether he even really knew himself any more. What he did know, his lips rough but full of hunger and passion against hers, was that this girl - this special, magical, infuriating girl - would be the one to decide his fate, one way or the other, for better or worse. And, as he kissed her with everything he had in him, his fangs tearing into the soft flesh of the insides of his lips without him caring or even noticing, he knew that he would fight until his last breath for her, even if she drove him mad in the process.

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