Being a vampire did heighten everything, but those things had to be there to begin with. Anger turned to rage, love was stronger, and lust turned into a raging inferno, and both Damon and Elena liked to dance in the flames. That flame never went down. They could never get it out of their system. He kissed her with that same emotion, want, and need.
He pulled back for a minute, keeping them close together. "Being away from you killed me. It's not that you aren't good for me. You are the only one that has ever made me happy. I don't want you to change who you are for me, or for you to turn into something you don't like. I love you too much to see you regret being with me." That should have been obvious all along. There was a lot that had been said, but this had always been true. He sealed the words with another kiss, forgetting about the food quest entirely.