After reading through her friends' diaries—a task she had undertaken a week after Bonnie awakened her, a promise they had made so she could catch up on their lives while she slept—Elena noticed that the sun had already risen, casting a warm glow into the room.
Damon squinted, momentarily blinded by the sunlight as he awoke. Blinking away the drowsiness, he observed Elena placing the journal by her side while seated in the window nook. Her silhouette was bathed in the soft morning light, giving her an ethereal quality.
"Why the early rise, Princess?" Damon asked, curiosity lacing his voice with a husky morning tone as he approached her, drawn to the sight of her in the morning glow.
Elena turned to him, her voice soft. "Couldn't sleep," she admitted. Closing her eyes, she nestled against Damon's sculpted physique, taking in his captivating scent. As she leaned into him, she felt the reassuring thud of his heartbeat, a comforting rhythm in the quiet of the morning.
He watched Elena with a mixture of admiration and concern. She had been through so much, yet her resilience never ceased to amaze him. Damon couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had caused her pain more times than he could count, yet here she was, still by his side.
"Elena," he said softly, his voice breaking the peaceful silence of the morning. "Are you okay?"
Elena looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. "Of course," she replied with a smile. "Reading their diaries... it was just overwhelming. But it also reminded me of how much I missed."
A sudden realization hit him. He suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable, knowing that Elena must have delved into the darkest corners of his past through those diary entries. The tragedies, the betrayals, the lives he had shattered—all laid bare for her to witness. The memories he had buried deep within himself, hoping they would remain forever hidden. Yet, the weight of his past actions lingered, casting a shadow over his otherwise carefree demeanor.
He stole a glance at Elena, her expression serene yet tinged with a hint of sadness. It was moments like these that reminded him of the darkness that lurked within him, threatening to consume everything he held dear. But Elena, she was his beacon of light in the darkest of nights. Her love, her forgiveness, her unwavering belief in him—they were constants in his ever-changing world.
Pushing aside his concerns for the time being, Damon flashed her a reassuring smile, hoping to dispel any traces of worry she might harbor. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, he said, "Come on. Let's take a bath," a playful glint in his eyes as he took her hand. With a grin, Elena followed his lead, allowing him to pull her up from the window nook. "Let's hurry if you want to get to that college school early," he playfully teased.
"No... Let's just relax for a bit under the shower," Elena replied, her tone filled with desire.
Damon's smirk widened at Elena's suggestive tone, his own desire ignited by her words. With a playful wink, he led her into the bathroom. Their steps echoed on the tiled floor as they entered the shower stall.
Elena reached for the faucet, adjusting the temperature to perfection. Damon approached and lifted her shirt, then gently pulled down her pajama pants, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. The coldness of the room awakened her nipples, delighting Damon at the sight.
Damon removed his own clothes, his gaze fixed on Elena with longing and desire. Without a word, they stepped under the warm cascade, their bodies pressing together in a seamless embrace.
The sensation of water running over their skin intensified their connection. As their lips met in a passionate kiss, they surrendered to the moment, the outside world fading away.
Elena's fingers trailed lightly over Damon's chest, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath her touch. Damon's breath caught as her touch ignited a fire within him, his desire for her growing with each passing moment.
Their kiss deepened, each brush of their lips sending sparks of electricity coursing through their veins. Damon's hands roamed over Elena's body, memorizing every curve and contour as if committing her to memory.
Pressing Elena against the slick tile wall, Damon's breath came in ragged gasps as desire surged between them. Lifting her leg, she felt Damon's member twitch against her folds.
Elena's heart raced with anticipation, her body trembling with their connection. Arching against him, she dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer. Their eyes locked in heated gazes, conveying longing and need. With understanding, Damon guided himself into Elena, their bodies merging in ecstasy.
Moving together in harmony, the sensation of Damon filling her sent waves of pleasure coursing through Elena's veins. Each thrust brought them closer to the edge, their passion building with each moment. In the steam-filled bathroom, Damon and Elena surrendered to their primal urges, their bodies moving in rhythm, their cries of pleasure blending with the sound of falling water.
As Damon's teeth dug painfully yet pleasurably into her shoulder, Elena sensed his frenzied state. It was as if he missed his vampire instincts, craving her blood. With a gentle release of her thigh, he turned her around and carefully bent her over.
Then, he quickly pushed inside of her with a deep, hard thrust, gripping her hips tightly. She squeaked as his thick member entered her, stretching her roughly. "Oh, Damon... You're so deep..." Hearing her words, Damon emitted a low growl. He withdrew almost completely before swiftly plunging back inside her, completing her in every way.
Damon continued his hard, slow thrusts, prompting Elena's moans and whimpers to reverberate throughout the room, much louder than before, mingling with the sound of their skin slapping together. A familiar sensation began to stir in her lower stomach, igniting her entire body with a fiery intensity. Damon quickened his pace, bracing himself against the bathroom wall with his hands. Sensing her body tensing up, he moved his hands to her hips again, tightening his grip to steady her.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body shuddered. Damon struck her sweet spot over and over again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Finally, her orgasm swept over her, igniting her entire body with fiery sensations.
Damon finally released himself after holding back for quite some time. His hips stuttered as he came hard inside her, his member pulsing within her as his thick release coated her walls.
After the intense climax of their passionate shower sex, Damon tenderly held Elena close, their bodies still entwined as they caught their breath. His arms enveloped her in a protective embrace, and he pressed gentle kisses against her shoulder where he had bitten her, playfully whispering, "Sorry. Caught in the moment."
With a playful glint in her eyes, Elena turned off the faucet and reached for a bar of scented soap. She lathered it between her hands, then passed it to Damon.
Damon accepted the soap with a grin, and they took turns lathering each other's skin with gentle, deliberate motions. Their touches were tender yet casual, a silent acknowledgment of their closeness and comfort with one another.
As they bathed together, their laughter filled the room, mingling with the sound of falling water. It was a simple moment of intimacy and connection.
After they emerged from the shower, their bodies cleansed and refreshed, Damon and Elena shared a contented smile. Elena reached for a towel to dry her hair, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes as she decided to playfully tease Damon about a name she had stumbled upon in one of her friends' diaries.
"So..." she began, drawing out the word for dramatic effect, "who was Krystal?" Her tone was playful yet filled with malicious teasing.
He mentally cursed, "Bonnie...!" His surprise was palpable as the name escaped through clenched teeth, a mixture of annoyance and amusement evident in his voice.