She could feel her pleasure building up more and more from the feeling of Stefan's tongue deep inside of her, licking up her taste and driving her absolutely insane in the process. Elena pulled her hands from his hair suddenly, scared she might hurt him accidentally and dug her nails into the skin of her thighs instead. At least that way she would rip out any of that soft hair. She was mildly aware of the pain of it as her grip on herself tightened, but it was blocked out by the absolute pleasure she felt as she finally came with a scream of his name, her spine arched into a beautiful curve. The young vampire wriggled against him, making desperate little whimpers with the aftershocks of her powerful release, blood running down her thighs from her short nails puncturing the flesh, but she didn't notice at all. She was lost in a happy haze of bliss, smile on her face.