Elena giggled, lifting her chin as Damon began peppering her neck with kisses. "Who said I was going to take your name?" she teased, although in reality her stomach had jumped excitedly at the sound of those two words together. Mrs Salvatore. She was Mrs Salvatore. It was almost incomprehensible but it was real, it was happening, she was married to Damon. Damon was her husband.
She closed her eyes, trying to ride out the wave of excitement silently as she wound her fingers into Damon's dark hair. Her legs were to the side of Damon's, her torso suspended above him, but she wriggled a little closer, rolling, until she was lying on his stomach, the length of her pressed tightly against the length of him.
"Elena Salvatore," she mused, grinning to herself. "That could work."