Elena was by far the only woman capable of doing this to him. When he was with her the world around them blended away and he saw only her, and he was essentially putty in her hands. Elena was one person he had let past the walls of 145 years of waiting for Katherine to find she had never cared had caused him to put up, and he never regretted letting her in. Not even when she hurt him, because having her in his life was worth the hurt and pain.
He always groaned in protest when she moved her lips away from his. He never wanted to stop kissing her.
But he let out a groan as she kissed down his throat and chest, fingers sliding into the silky soft strands of her hair. Everything about her was entirely intoxicating and for as long as he lived, he would never stop wanting her, or ever get enough of her. He lifted his hips to make it easier for her to take off his pants.
Which she was definitely taking a time taking off, and he knew she was doing that on purpose.
He propped himself on his elbows to watch he take off her jeans. She was just the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"You're better not, or I'll rip them off you with me teeth," he said.