Damon laughed as Elena knocked him backwards onto the bed. He had to admit, he'd been concerned by her reaction. But, she really was happy about it. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her tightly to him as they kissed.
"So, how does it feel to be Mrs Salvatore?" He grinned, kissing his way down his wifes neck. His wife. He wanted to think that word more. Elena Gilbert, the absolute love of his very long life, was his wife and he couldn't be happier.