There was a distinct difference each time they had come together. If she could compare it to any of them, it would have to be the first time she'd felt his hands exploring her with the right intentions. While that time together had been bulldozed over by the sire bond, Elena didn't harbor any ill will to it anymore than she did the way he had roughly taken her on the front steps of the boarding house. She had wanted him of her own accord both times, nothing could change that for her.
It was nice to feel his hands and kisses and know that they weren't filled with a lingering doubt. If anything, it made Elena want him more. She wanted so much then, such a powerful feeling gripped her as she helped him to divest her of her shirt. Shimmying the bra down her shoulders, Elena's fingers dove into his hair to kiss him harder, faster, but with without urgency. They could take their time, because this was their chance to finally just be. They could say she was crazy, but they certainly couldn't say she was under his command.
Clasping her hands over his, she followed the motions of his hands with her own. There was something so different about the way Damon touched her, in more than just the physical sense. She had always felt the intensity from him, but it was because something had put one of them in danger thereby rousing his passion for her survival. This, this felt like love in its finest form. Like she could sit there and experience his touch while telling him that she loved him over and over, and it would feel new each time.
It should have scared her, the depth of that kind of love could only prove perilous. Everything about him was something to be feared, but Elena only loved him more for it. She took the very bad with the good, because she was the one who knew just how honestly good his heart could be.
Before long, she felt her lower half unconsciously rubbing up against him in search of friction. Elena's kisses drifted down to his jaw and along the side of his neck. She latched on to him there, half-tempted to draw out her fangs to get a taste, but refrained. There would be plenty of other opportunities for that, this time she wanted something a little more humane.
"Too many clothes," she murmured into his skin, her hands gliding up to draw the material of his shirt off his shoulders. When she did, Elena lightly urged him to rest back on the bed as her lips sought out his once more.