Damon forced his blue eyes open through the torturous pleasure. They were full of all the honest emotions that were only ever shown to Elena. Love, guilt, passion, but overriding it all was his raw need for her. The fact that she was the one person with the ability to destroy him, utterly.
Ice blue met deep brown, and Damon growled deep in his throat. His now free hands moved to run their way up Elena's thighs to her hips, his fingers slipping under the hem of her panties. And then, in one swift moment he tore the thin fabric from her body, discarding it on the floor.
Then, unable to withstand it anymore, Damon surged upwards, capturing Elena's mouth in a kiss which contained all of his need, his love, his obsession with her. Holding her body firmly against him, he flipped their positions around. Pinning her to the couch beneath his cool, firm body. Damon settled his hips between her thighs, grinding against her. But, not entering the warmth of her core. Just luxuriating in the feel of her naked body against him.