Damon And Elena From Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Selene quietly slid down between his legs. “Hey honey,” Elena said cheerfully from the screen. “How are you doing? I miss you already.” Damien tried to keep his voice steady. “I miss you too. Everything is fine here.” At that moment, Selene took his cock into her warm mouth and sucked him slowly. Damien gripped the phone tighter. “You sound a little strange,” Elena said. “Is everything okay? Has Selene been taking good care of you?” Selene looked up at him with naughty eyes and took him deeper. “Glk… mmmph…gluckkkk”

Damion leaned back, exhaling slowly. Then he stood. “Where are you going?” Carmela asked. “To find out exactly what the hell Elena is up to.” Elena’s House A soft knock echoed through the house. Elena jolted awake, her heart hammering. For a split second, she had forgotten. Forgotten the blood. Forgotten the grave. But now— She swallowed hard, sitting up. Another knock. “Elena.” Her breath caught in her throat. Damion.

Tonight, she called them with nothing but a look. Damon came first, wolf-quick, a hurricane wrapped in laughter. He caught her at the base of the ancient altar stone, mouthed hot, wet kisses up her thigh, his tongue seeking the seam of need she’d worn all day. He teased at her entrance, dragging out noises she almost resented him for, then drove fingers into her, thumb circling the ache of her clit until she shuddered. When she came, Elena bit his shoulder hard enough to taste the promise of blood.

The fact that a bodyguard watches Turkish movies is more surprising. “Of course.” Eren wobbles, his mouth full with popcorn. “Which season is it?” “Last on.” I reply shortly, observing him while his eyes are plastered on the screen. Even while eating like a monkey he looks so cute. “So.” He swallows everything in his mouth and looks at me. “Delena or Stelena?” Easy question. “Delena.” I choose surely. He raises a brow. “Because?” “Uh.” I trail off, mentally preparing my script. “Damon lits up a fire in Elena. He makes her feel alive, passion and different. They have a strong chemistry and together they are intense.”

After his conversation with his mother, Damien stepped out of the room feeling a sense of relief. It wasn’t just about securing the mating ceremony; it was about solidifying the bond between him and Elena , making sure she knew she wasn’t just a piece in this game of power and war. She was his heart, his strength.

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

The bass throbbed low in the underground club, heavy enough to rattle through the concrete floor, but Elena barely noticed the music. Her focus was on him, the stranger leaning against the far wall like the whole damn room belonged to him. Tall, broad-shouldered, his shirt undone enough to flash pale skin and a line of muscle, he had a presence that cut through the haze of noise and neon. Damien. That was the name whispered in the shadows, the one the bartender muttered when Elena asked who he was. The one women leaned closer to say with a mix of warning and want. A vampire.

Elena With piercing dark brown eyes and striking jet-black hair, it was as though the universe had conspired to grace the triplets with this shared, hypnotic feature. Beyond their matching gaze and hair, each of them possessed a unique magnetism of their own. Magnetism mixed with cruelty—a deadly combination, I knew in my heart, was capable of killing me a thousand times more than they already had. As I served the members along with them, I couldn't help but sneak a few glances at them.

The elders exchanged looks at one another, then to Dixon, who nodded slowly and smiled as a sign of hope. "Dixon and Elena are destined mate which had been odinared by the moon goddess. She lied to all of us as the lycan wolf, which she is not, but the mating ceremony was more special to prove how divine they are. She had wrong us all, but she needs to be protected. She has never been a threat or harmful since the very first day, Dixon brought her in, and well, she's carrying the heir to the throne. I seek mercy on her behalf." Momma explained.

Rex spoke softly. "You and Papa..." he added solemnly, causing Elena to fight back tears. Slowly, Elena reached out and grasped his hand. "Damon..." she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening." Elena suddenly stood up, abruptly leaving the bar, with Rex following closely behind. "Elena, Elena," he called out desperately.