Page 63 of Howl For A Kiss
"Finally," Damon murmured against her lips, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "I've been waiting all night to get you alone."
Elena arched into him, her fingers already working at the buttons of his dress shirt. "Then why are we still dressed?"
His answering grin was pure male satisfaction as he spun her around, pressing her front against the wall while his hands slid down her sides to the zipper of her white dress. "Because I want to savor every second of undressing you."
The slow drag of the zipper down her spine sent shivers cascading over her skin, his lips following the path of exposed flesh with deliberate, worshipful attention. Every brush of his mouth was a promise, and every nip of his teeth a claim.
This isn't just sex,Elena realized as the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the moonlight shining through the window.This is a homecoming.
Damon's hands roamed over her bare skin, mapping every curve, every scar, and every inch of her as if committing her to memory all over again. His touch was reverent, possessive, andknowing—no longer the desperate claiming of their first time, but something deeper and more intimate.
"You're so perfect," he growled, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone before dipping lower.
Elena turned in his arms, capturing his face between her hands. "Your turn."
She made quick work of his tailored suit, peeling away layers until he stood before her, gloriously naked, his body a testament to strength and power. The moonlight gleamed across his skin, highlighting the ridges of muscle and the scars that told stories of battles fought and won.
Elena didn't hesitate. She pressed her lips to his chest, tracing the lines of his torso with her tongue, committinghimto memory just as he had done to her. Damon's breath hitched, his hands fisting in her hair as she worked her way lower.
"Elena—" His voice was ragged and strained.
She smirked up at him. "Problem?"
His answering growl sent a thrill through her. "No."
With a sudden shift of power, Damon grabbed her waist and lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed before depositing her on the edge. His eyes darkened with primal intent as he nudged her knees apart, his fingers skimming up her inner thighs with agonizing slowness.
Elena's pulse spiked as his fingers found her, teasing, circling, and driving her to the edge before pulling back just enough to make her whimper.
"Damon—"
"Tell me you need more."
She arched against his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I need more."
A satisfied smirk curled his lips before he finally gave her what she craved. His fingers worked her with relentless precision, his mouth soon following, tasting and claiming her. Elena's vision blurred as pleasure coiled tight in her core, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then, just as she teetered on the edge, he pulled away.
"Damon!"
His answering chuckle was dark with promise as he flipped her onto her hands and knees, his body pressing flush against her back. "You needed more," he murmured against her ear, his hands gripping her hips. "Now take it."
He entered her in one smooth thrust, deeper than she'd ever felt before, filling her completely. A moan escaped her as he began to move, slow and deliberate, each stroke designed to drive her wild.
"Faster," she demanded, pushing back against him.
He growled, his fingers tightening on her hips. "No."
The denial sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She loved this—loved his control, his dominance, and the way he could reduce her to a trembling mess with just the slow, relentless drag of his body against hers.
But then, just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he gave in. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. His hand slid around her waist, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot, and that was all it took.
Elena shattered, her body convulsing around him as pleasure ripped through her in waves. Damon followed moments later, his release spilling into her as he buried his face in her neck, his low growl vibrating against her skin.
Elena's body still thrummed with aftershocks as they collapsed onto the bed and she curled up against Damon's sweat-slicked chest, their breathing gradually synchronizing in the moonlit quiet of their bedroom. His arms tightened around her with possessive satisfaction, one hand tracing along her spine.
This is what home feels like,Elena thought, pressing her lips to the strong column of his throat. The taste of salt and pure male satisfaction flooded her senses, making her wolf hum with joy.
