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Frozen to the Spot - Delena FanFic	By : MsRatedR Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 10453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I was frozen to the spot. I thought I’d avoided him on my way to Stefan’s room to collect some of my things, but he met me in the hallway, stopping me dead in my tracks with his steel blue stare. The air between us was electrifying and I wanted to run. I wanted to keep my secrets from him and continue living the beautifully crafted lie I had not so successfully been hiding behind. But I couldn’t move a muscle.
He stood for a minute, assessing me, gauging whether yet another attempt would be thwarted. ‘Please don’t,’ I thought, ‘I don’t have the energy to fight you off.' Denying him went against every fiber of my being, but I knew I had to for the sake of Stefan. We hadn’t spoken for a while; he was off on his latest ‘I’m evil Stefan now’, relapse. But he had always been there for me in the past, no matter what, and I owe him that. We have so much history together and I can’t just throw it all away for a fantasy.
A fantasy, that could also swiftly become a deathly nightmare. I’m painfully afraid of what I become when Damon is around. The way he brings out the carelessness in me. When I’m with Damon, I forget that anyone else exists and that frightens me to no end. But still, with steel blue eyes locked on mine, I cannot move; his stare pins me down.
“Elena... we can’t keep doing this, I can’t keep doing this,” his tone was saturated with despair, like I was his air and not being with me was suffocating him.
I tried to speak, but nothing. I was frozen, unable to object because I felt it too. He inched towards me, boring into me with his unrelenting stare. His eyes were a cool blue burn of desperation, mine shadowing it through a deep brown.
He reached out and lay a cool hand on my cheek and my breath hitched. I was so afraid, knowing that in just one touch I could lose all control, but I had to fight it, hoping that my still composure would save me. His thumb began to move stroking my cheek, he was being so cautious, waiting for my response. When I didn’t object, he continued.
His thumb moved across my bottom lip and my eyes squeezed shut, trying to fight the overwhelming urge to reciprocate, trying to fight what I felt for the dark haired vampire in front of me.
His hand was like ice and it invigorated my heat, his touch was like fire, melting me from the inside out. He moved down beyond my face, his fingers creating a slow icy path from my chin, tracing down my neck, chest and lingering on my stomach, caressing around my belly button. His other hand joined in and with that second touch, where his ice cool hand met my fire hot body, my eyes shot open. His stare remained, boldness and desperation shrouding his face, determined not to allow me escape. But I was already rooted to the spot, the rest of the world no longer existed; it was only my body and his touch and the overwhelming sensations it invigorated in me.
His second hand tucked underneath my shirt and his fingers twisted around the waistband of my jeans skillfully pulling them away from my skin. His other hand, slowly creeping down underneath my black lace panties. When he found my wet, hot core my determination gave way and I gasped for air. His arm swept around me and tucked me into the wall, his body pressed against mine and his fingers slid inside of me.
I felt overwhelmingly aroused and my body flooded with painful heat. He rested his forehead on mine and I closed my eyes as his fingers explored my core, gently curling through my inside and slowly sliding out to my nub, each delicious stroke sending me closer to bliss. My breaths deepened as my heart raced and I let out a pained moan. His fingers were making me come undone and I was helpless against it, my body giving in to what my head wouldn’t and my heart leaping each time I stepped closer to my release. His educated hand was masterful and my wet core sucked on his fingers, begging for release.
He moved his mouth over to my ear and whispered “Cum for me Elena,” and my arousal shot into overdrive sending me spiraling out of control. My hands gripped the wall behind me and I writhed against his body, riding my release. His fingers continued to curl inside me, igniting all of my senses and sending waves of pleasure radiating through me.
As my mind lingered back to reality, he slowly slid his hand out from my pants and undid the buttons on my jeans. He wasn’t finished with me yet and I was sure as hell not finished with him either. My body was craving after my release, imagining what he could do to me with more than his hands. He began working the buttons on my shirt and my hands, moved from the wall behind me to his hips. Reaching underneath his shirt, I memorized the touch of his porcelain skin and pulled him closer. His thick erection pulsating through his jeans pressed against me and he reached the top button on my shirt pulling it open, exposing my black lace-bra clad breasts. His eyes met mine and I pulled him closer, my lips meeting his for our first passionate embrace in this erotic encounter.
His taste was like heaven, his lips so cool and soft, hungrily massaging mine. My tongue traced his mouth, yearning, exploring, wanting to know every inch of him. We ravished each other, tongues tangling with insatiable need. When we broke for a moment it pained me to release and I pulled him back in, thrusting my tongue deep into his delicious mouth and retreating to bite his bottom lip. He placed kisses along my jaw and my hands grabbed his face, clawing at his cheeks, bringing him back to me.
We both lost all control and he grabbed my shirt and ripped it off, my jeans fast to follow at his warped vampire speed. I copied him, grabbing at his shirt and pulling it over his head.
We both stood there for a moment, just taking it all in. Me, flat against the wall in my black lace bra and panties, my long brown hair, slightly disheveled from our passionate embrace and him; in his half-naked glory, shirtless and heaving, his perfect pecs and abs, tensed as he tried with all of his might to delay this moment and soak it all, in fear that he will never see it again. I hate that I did that to him and my heart ached at the thought of this being our one and only intimate encounter.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and I grabbed at his jeans, unzipping them and reefing them down, not surprised to see he wasn’t wearing underwear, his erection popping out achingly beautiful and perfectly shaped. I wanted him so bad it hurt, my core pulsating at the thought of him inside of me.
He grabbed me, practically sweeping me up and pressing my back against the wall. I wanted him now, deep inside me. His erection resting on my lower belly made me ache for it. But there was no way he was going to rush this. He was using every inch of his control to memorize each part of my body. He began by releasing the snap on my bra and throwing it to the ground, his hands reaching from my neck to my breasts, slowly caressing them. His left thumb tracing my nipple and pinching the tip, sending electric bolts through my body. His mouth found my right breast, placing lingering kisses along the top and then tickling my nipple with his tongue. His lust piercing as he looked up into my eyes, watching the arousal rise in my face as he tortured me with pleasure, enjoying every moment of it when his side smirk met his face and he traced kisses down my stomach.
By now I was shaking with desire and anticipation of what he would do to me next. Painfully teasing me with his unrelenting control. His hands slid down my legs and his mouth met my thigh, kissing and biting me from just above my knee, to the inside of my thigh and out again, making his way to the top edge of my panties below my hip; his fingers curling around the waistband and slowly edging them down. His lips parted as he knelt, staring right into my core, his eyes burning with want. He had my panties past my knees and let them drop, grabbing one of my legs and lifting it to the side to open me.
His hand slipped up over my leg to my ass and gently caressed it while his other traced my stomach. His tongue met my core in one slow drawn out lick and I moaned when it slid across my nub. He lingered there, sucking and kissing while my breaths drew sharper and I struggled to stay upright. His tongue dove into my core, sweeping, sucking and lathering up my juices. “You taste amazing Elena,” he said. “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.” I began running my fingers through his thick, black and glistening hair, encouraging him to continue. He placated my desires, sucking and kissing along my folds. It felt so heart-wrenchingly good, I wanted to scream in pleasure, his expert mouth testing me, teasing me and bringing me to the edge.
As his hand reached up to squeeze my breast and his mouth sucked greedily on my nub, the heat in my body overwhelmed me and I swiftly released, undulating with overwhelming pleasure, moaning and gasping for air. But instead of letting me ride it out, he picked me up and with his inhuman speed, I landed on his soft bed right as his thick, pulsating cock thrust deep inside of me. I spasmed, moaning and gasping for breath, as he filled me to the hilt. I looked right into his eyes, in disbelief of the utter lust that spilled out of them.
He felt strong and thick inside of me and my core, still reeling from my last release, was pulsating. He was above me, staring down into my soul with his ice blue eyes. He used one hand to prop himself up and the other caressing and teasing my breast. He slowly pulled out of me, held his erection and rubbed it up along my wet folds, teasing my nub when he reached it and travelling back down to slowly thrust inside of me. I felt every inch of him, passing my sizzling nerves, not missing a single spot inside me. He began to thrust slowly in and out, creating a painfully deliberate rhythm and I moaned along with him as he explored the parts of my body that made me twitch beneath him.
I clawed at his back and face, hungrily kissing him in-between moans, wanting him to lose all control like I had. He marked me from the inside and my body responded so perfectly to his that I forgot who I was. He grabbed one of my hands and held it above my head, twisting his fingers with mine and increasing the speed of his thrusts as his control began to strain. He kissed along my neck, tickling and teasing with his tongue and nibbling on my ear moaning, “you feel fucking amazing.”
My entire body was dripping with pleasure. The places inside of me repeatedly stroked by his perfect erection, made my stomach tighten; the lust from his eyes still burning into my soul as he took me. I wanted him to lose control, to be the Damon I knew and didn’t want to admit that I loved. He grabbed behind my knee and pulled my leg up to the side, opening me further for him to fill. My head was spinning with overwhelming ecstasy as he skillfully played my body, knowing exactly how and where to touch, to make my eyes squeeze shut and my mouth give out a long groan.
My climax was once again swiftly growing but I was determined to see him lose control before I went for a third time without him.
I took his mouth by surprise and, biting his lower lip, I spun him so that I would have the advantage. I sat on top of him, his erection still connecting us and as he paused I kissed his ever hungry, sweet soft mouth. I swirled my tongue across his as I began to slowly rise and grind down onto his thick pulsating cock.
Our lips parted and I watched his face as I slowly ground and twisted on him, milking his thickness with my core. His arms were wrapped around my back, one hand holding my shoulder urging me to thrust down harder and the other gripping at the nape of my neck, straining not to hurt me with his supernatural strength. I watched as the black veins grew along his face and his fangs popped out, he was letting go and I knew once I pushed him to the edge he wouldn’t return. Pulling my hair to the side and forcing his head to my neck I moaned, “Drink me Damon,” between breaths, and he lunged his fangs into me, sucking my sweet red blood into his incredible mouth.
We were one in this moment; his cock fitting perfectly into me, driving deeper with every thrust and my blood coursing down his throat, filling him with desire.
This was his end.
He grew even thicker inside of me, withdrew his fangs from my neck and threw me onto my back. I tasted blood as his lips met mine, his tongue insanely invading my mouth with his insatiable passion. He moaned, as his muscles tensed and he squeezed me tight, fighting his release. He dove deeper still and the knot in my stomach tightened beyond repair. I writhed beneath him, screaming for our release, biting grabbing and gasping as he fucked me into the bed, hard and deep. “Damon,” I gasped, as I felt his burning hot seed pour through me and he growled and moaned, staring into my eyes needing my release with him. I finally let go and the heat pulsed up and down my body. The waves of pleasure began in my core, radiating through my body, making my mind spin and my vision blur as it reached my head. I arched my back and couldn’t breathe; I was so beyond this world, climbing higher with each of his final thrusts. I screamed in ecstasy, my core spilling out around him, his cock throbbing as I milked him of every last drop. My body heaved beneath him as he slowed his thrusts. He held me tight against the bed, both of us gasping and shaking, him still inside of me, not wanting to let go. His eyes were finally closed and his forehead rested on mine. The moment was overwhelmingly perfect and I struggled to comprehend the unimaginable idea of experiencing this with anyone other than him.
I still didn’t know who I was and I struggled to grasp the unexplainable pull this devilish vampire had over me. I knew that what just happened changed everything, changed me and there was no going back.
His eyes gently fluttered open as he awoke from his own thoughts, processing what happened and memorizing every second of the mind-blowing orgasm we both just shared. His eyes were glazed with pleasure and his smile grew gently to one side as he drank me in. I was flustered, disheveled, so completely undone by him. He had shaken me, awoken me, from the inside out and I loved him so un-regrettably for it. And he knew it.
He was still inside me and we remained paused, frozen again with our bodies intertwined, neither of us wanting to break free.
He gently leaned down with parted lips and placed a soft kiss on mine. I was still struggling to catch my breath and his lips were painfully sweet, causing the fire in my body to stir, when it only moments ago had its release.
Reaching his hands to caress my cheek and brush the hair from my face, his eyes searched mine for what this all meant, hopeful that he finally had me, but weary of my many rejections.
“Elena,” he all but whispered.
“Don’t,” I said. I couldn’t let him say it, still afraid of what I now had to admit to him, as I could no longer hide it from myself. Scared to death that I would lose all of myself in the magnetic vortex we had created.
“I’ve never... this is...” he paused, speechless, searching my face, perplexed at how to explain what he had just experienced. I knew, I felt the same.
He stroked my cheek, “I never want to leave this moment,” and he kissed me again; passionately and desperately trying to hold onto me, making sure I never forgot how amazing we both felt. “I can’t fight it anymore Elena,” he continued, not allowing me to deny it any longer. He had me now and he was never going to let me go.
I was swimming in him, his face, his touch, his smell, all of him, overloading my senses. I never wanted to leave, our soul awakening connection was undeniable and I had to muster up the courage to speak. “Me too,” is all I could manage.
But it was enough and he held my face in his hands, gently kissing my forehead, my nose, down my jaw and he pulled back to stare into my soul.
“I’m in love with you Elena, hopelessly and ridiculously in love with you. I don’t want to live another second without you, I crave you. I’ve never experienced anything like this before....” he strained, desperate to get his thoughts out. “You are the most incredible person I have ever known and your wonder has me in awe; every time you speak, from the moment I laid eyes on you; you make me feel... alive.”
The back of my throat choked as he bravely bared his soul to me. I hated that he had to watch me with his brother for all of these years, understanding only a fraction of how he must have felt. If this feeling was ripped from me right now, I couldn’t go on. I would be a gaping hole in a deep pit of despair, gasping for air, desperate to be with him.
“I... I love you too Damon,” I choked out, “....and it scares me to death,” I paused and gained the courage to carry on, so he wouldn’t have to agonize for another second over how I felt for him. “I don’t know who I am, or where or why, when I’m around you. You turn my world upside down and inside out and I don’t know how to exist anymore, you consume me. Being here with you, in this moment, it makes me feel perfect, whole, like my life is... complete.” I sputtered out the final word as my resolve gave way and two small tears escaped my eyes. Admitting how I felt was terrifying and yet such an intense relief.

He kissed away my tears, relaxing in the moment; finally knowing that he had me, all of me.
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