Damon groaned as Elena pulled him closer. Any and all thoughts he might have been going to think, completely leaving his head. His hands dropped to her waist, pulling her tiny body tightly against him. Silently promising both himself and her, that he would never let her go again. That he would try not to ruin it, again. And let himself be happy. Because he was.
Damon guided Elena, back until her hip bumped against the table behind her. And breaking away from her mouth, her started to kiss his way down the tender skin of her throat, grazing it slightly with his teeth. As his hands slipped down to her hips, and gently but firmly lifted her onto the table, while still keeping her firmly pressed against him.