Elena was surprised when he grabbed her - when wasn't she surprised at what Damon did? - and at first she fought against his grip. But then his lips were on hers and she realised that it was exactly what she'd been craving, maybe since coming here with the taste of his kiss still in her mouth from the night in the motel room. She melted against him, her lips saying all the things that her words never could - never would; how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. She realised that this Damon probably wasn't used to kissing - at least not any more than hunting his prey required - and she wondered whether she should stop. But just like every other time he had kissed her, she knew she couldn't, even if she wanted to. Which she didn't. Hungrily, she wrapped her arms around his neck, awkwardly seeing as he was still pinning half of her down. But she did her best to pull him as close as physically possible as her lips parted against his. Her insides felt like they were on fire with the same hot, raw passion as she'd felt the night before coming here. What was it about Damon that did this to her, like no one else could? She whimpered against his mouth at the intensity of emotions and sensations rushing through her, wordlessly begging for more.