Propped up over him, mouth fastened to his, Elena grinned into his kisses. Who would have thought the controlling darkness of Damon Salvatore would ever be putty under her hands? She had seen the best and worst of him, and now looked forward to lifetimes of as much together. When it came to Damon, every line became a colorless blur. Desire frayed at the seams, her intentions doing the same, and she became as indecisive for far different reasons than what he'd no doubt been accustomed to experience from her.
"Mmhmm," she eased out the agreement between kisses, using the interruption as a chance to ease herself away from his enticing lips.
Making her way down, kisses peppered down his throat and broad chest, she inevitably sat up just below his waist. Splaying her hands on his stomach, Elena regarded him with adoration and the tiniest hint of mischief. Arching down to drop a messy kiss above the top of his pants, Elena's fingers slipped down to work on divesting him of them. Balanced precariously on the edge of the bed in the process, Elena hadn't a care in the world but for releasing him from the confines of his pants.
And she took her sweet time doing it, just to taunt him.
Once she had them open and loosened, Elena slid off the bed. Standing before him, topless in all her glory, she took to her own jeans. Sliding them down her legs, she kicked them aside. Naked now but for the thin lace of the underwear she had on, Elena turned her hungry eyes back on Damon's form.
"Should I leave these on?" She jabbed, mouth curving into a grin.