Damon wanted to touch Elena everywhere he could reach and kiss every inch of her gorgeous flesh. He wanted to bury himself inside her and allow their bodies to become one for those few blissful moments. He wanted to ingrain this moment forever in his memory. The moment that, without question, he made love to the woman that loved him, and that he loved in return.
It should have terrified the depth of his feelings for Elena. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he never wanted to love another in this way again. He wanted Elena to be his last love, and he hoped that they could stand the test of time, but there was always a lingering doubt. That is why he planned to make the most of the time he had with her now.
If Damon was going to lose Elena in the future, he was going to make sure that he had a lot of damn good memories of his time with her. Like right now, her sliding her fingers into his hand and their kiss intensifying, eliciting a groan from him.
Damon felt Elena's love for him in every touch and every kiss. There was no doubt in his mind any more of her feelings for him. Elena made him a better person, and he helped her embrace her vampire side. They were what the other needed. He never gave into Elena when she was stubborn and determined to die for her friends because he couldn't lose her and he would do anything for her to keep her alive.
He let out a grunt as she started to rub up against him. "Elena," he groaned out as she started to kiss along his neck and then sucked on the skin of his neck. Part of him wanted to tell her to go for it, but he refrained, wanting to give her the moment she wanted.
"Well, I think you can do something about that," he said, resting back on the bed after she urged him back there and he kissed her with as much passion as he could muster.