Elena gasped a little breath in when his lips momentarily parted from hers - kissing Damon, who didn't need to breath, made her forget she needed to - but didn't let go of him. She arced her back up to press her body into his hand, feeling sparks where he touched her, even through the material of her shirt. Stefan was never like this with her. He was always so gentle and unassuming. She wanted to feel this way, like she was on some wild and uncontollable ride that she couldn't get off of. Damon was crazy and unpredicatble and so, so exciting.
She could heard his questioning tone inside her mind, although she was too lost in the electricity of their kiss to make out words. But she got the flow of what she was saying and she replied by projecting everything she was feeling - everything he was making her feel - letting him know exactly why she wanted him. How she could want him, after everything, she didn't know, but there was something between them and there had been since the very first day she'd seen him in the deserted school gym. She'd denied it for a very long time, but there was nothing holding her back any more, except perhaps that impenetrable wall of stone around his heart.