Damon Elena Kiss Novels & Stories

Elena said, and I paid more attention to her. “Oh? Come on. Tell me about it,” I said, crossing my legs, leaning in, and carrying my glass for another sip. “We unexpectedly kissed each other,” Elena said, and I turn to a statue. I don't think I heard correctly, so I asked slowly to confirm. “Elena, you as dominic shared a kiss together?” “Technically, he initiated it and went ahead to kiss me, but yes, it happened,” Elena answered, getting all flustered again, looking away again. I felt my anger inside digging it's way to the surface.

We were right there, on the edge of everything coming off. But then Vivienne’s face flashed in my mind, and Liam’s too. The risk hit me hard. If I pushed Elena away now, after her confession, she might turn against me and I desperately needed her on my side against Damien. I couldn’t lose that. So I slowed it down instead. I spread her legs wider, my fingers rubbing slow circles on her inner thighs, teasing close but not quite there. She moaned, deep and needy. “Damon, please,” she breathed, pulling me into another kiss, deep and hungry. “Don’t tease me. I need you.”

Then, something about last night teased my head. I remembered bits and pieces of me crying in the middle of the night while Damon gently ran warm towels all over my face, neck, arms, and legs. Realization hits me instantly. Damon was not here. And Damon would not do that. He has always been careful around me, as if I were a fragile thing made of porcelain. He did not even kiss me like his brother did - demanding and giving at the same time. My lids flew open when I realized that Damian had taken my first real kiss. One that should have been my husband’s.

His soft lips on mine gave me butterflies in my stomach, I don't know if I should classify that as a good or bad thing but I am not supposed to feel the way I do. He is Alpha Damon for the moon's sake. He doesn't have any personal feelings towards me and he sees me as nothing but his little toy, a little toy that he purchased for his leisure. My lips parted on their accords and I kissed him back without thinking about whether it was a good idea or not. He placed his hand on the back of my neck to get himself relaxed. We explored each other's lips for almost two minutes before I broke the kiss, I needed to catch my breath.

"Stop stalling. Sign. Your Vivian is waiting." He picked up the pen but hesitated at the last moment, looking up at me. "Elena... do you still love me?" I laughed — a cold, hollow sound — and turned the question back on him. "Do you?" "Of course I—" Vivian's wailing cut through from outside. "Damien! If I can't be with you, what's the point of living? I'd rather die than be apart from you!" She raised a silver blade to her own chest. Damien bolted toward her and caught her in his arms. "I've already dissolved things with Elena! The ceremony is happening. Calm down!"

We talked about a lot of things and three bottles later we were tipsy and itching to go out so I called Harley and we agreed to meet up later at our favourite place. “So Nina seems nice,” I said testing the waters. “Nina’s a nutcase, she seems to think there’s something between them when Damon doesn’t even give her the time of day,” Kat said her eyes glistening from all the wine. “She said they were engaged,” I said to her. “You should really just sit down and talk to Damon, he’s not a bad guy, I know he gets to be a bit much but he’s actually sweet and caring once you get to know him,” she said.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

She probably looked demented sitting there, hair askew, chest heaving up and down as if she’d run a marathon. “Damon, Stop kissing me and listen!” she said. He smiled again, a lazy, sensual smile of a lion standing over its prey. She was lunch apparently. “But I like kissing you and I try never to deny myself life’s little pleasures.” he replied. "Trust me, there was a time when I did that... Not anymore. And you like kissing me too" She rolled her eyes then caught herself before she laughed and gave in. “Dammit, Damon. Let's be serious for one minute. I mean it. Stop kissing me and stop touching me. This isn't a joking matter.” Wendy said.

His eyes, they were nearly black and he was looking at her like you would look at the last food on earth when your belly is extremely empty… he looked hungry and for her “Stay Serena, with me.” “Aren’t you busy?” Serena asked, her heart singing in her ears. Damon got up and approached her, he stopped when he was in front of her and her back resting fully on the door and then he bent and locked it. The click of the bolt gave rise to new feelings in Serena and at the moment, she just wanted him to kiss her. “Kiss me” she said, rising on her toes. Damon’s arms came around her of its own accord as he held her ever so gently to himself. His lips when it descended were met by her ready ones.

Ella's POV A chill ran through my body. I walked over and picked up the receiver. "You've been out of the pack for three weeks. Have you cooled off yet?" Damien's voice was lazy, like he was coaxing a child throwing a tantrum. In his eyes, the rejection document I handed over was probably just a laughable stack of scrap paper. "Now, get into the white van outside the cafe. The driver will bring you back to the pack. I'll forgive you and pretend this whole breaking the mating bond thing never happened."