Damon Elena Kiss Novels & Stories

She slid her arms around him with practiced ease, her lips curling into a sweet, poisonous smile. "Darling," she purred, running her fingers lightly down his chest. "You seem so tense. Was Elara giving you trouble again?" Damon’s expression softened almost imperceptibly at her touch. A tired sigh escaped him, though the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "Trouble doesn’t begin to cover it." Isabella’s laugh was soft and musical, designed to soothe. "Poor you," she murmured. "Dealing with her must be exhausting."

Then my phone lit up on the coffee table. Damian. I stared at it as it might bite. Victoria saw. “Answer on speaker.” I hesitated. “Do it,” she said. “Let him hear you happy.” I hit accept. Speaker. “Elena.” His voice filled the room, low, controlled, but I could hear the edge under it. “Damian.” A pause. “You’re with Victoria.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” Another pause. “I signed. It’s official.” “I know.”

My heart raced with anticipation as I gently cupped Natasha's face, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender, passion-filled kiss. As our lips met, a surge of bliss washed over me, igniting a spark deep within my soul. The way Natasha's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't contain my happiness, a wide smile breaking across my face as I deepened the kiss, savoring every moment with her. Who could have thought that my worst nightmare became a reality the second I moved my face away from her? Natasha's entire body stiffened like steel. Her heartbeat even stopped pounding from her chest. I begged her to say something, to open her eyes, but she never

Damien fed her actual food after that, each bite accompanied by lingering kisses and promises of what he’d do to her once they recovered. By the time the clock struck three, Elena was thoroughly marked by his mouth and hands, and already craving the next private invitation. Chef Damien Voss was arrogant, demanding, and utterly intoxicating. And in his kitchen, she was more than happy to be the main course.

Damon leaned in and kissed her. Not gently or cautiously, but desperately-like a man possessed. His mouth crashed against hers, hungry and unrestrained, a kiss pulled straight from grief and guilt and months of tension he had refused to acknowledge. Lena stiffened for a heartbeat—surprised, breath caught in her throat—then melted into him with a soft, helpless sound.

The train’s rhythmic rocking pressed them even closer. His mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was nothing like the polite pecks she was used to. Damien kissed like he was claiming her—deep, demanding, and rough. His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers as one large hand gripped her jaw to hold her exactly where he wanted. Elena moaned into him, her hands fisting his shirt as weeks—no, months—of unmet hunger poured out. He tasted like whiskey and sin. “Fuck, you kiss like you’re starving,” he muttered against her lips before diving back in. His free hand roamed down her body, palming her breast through the thin shirt and pinching the stiff nipple until she whimpered.

Her voice remained small. Hurt. Uncertain. Vulnerable. Damian took a deep breath. Wiping her tears gently. And then— in a single movement. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a ring box, and got down on one knee. Right in front of her. Elisa went completely still. He opened the box. The diamond dazzled under the office lights. “Elisa,” he said softly, affectionately. “This is what I meant.” Her breath caught in her throat.

Damon cursed loudly. “Shit— I’m close. But not yet.” He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard, cock shiny with her spit. Elena coughed, gasping for air, lips swollen and red. Damon yanked her up and kissed her again, tasting the mess they’d made. “You’re mine now, Elena,” he said against her mouth. “Every hole. Every night. Say it.” “I’m yours,” she whispered, voice wrecked. “But you’re still an arrogant bastard.”

“Kane may be gone, but his poison is still spreading. If I don’t contain this today, I could lose control of the entire empire.” Elena stood and walked over to him, placing her hands on his chest. “Then let me help you carry it. Even if it’s just by being here.” Damian’s gray eyes darkened with a storm of stress, fear, and raw need. The combination was combustible. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the island in one swift motion, shoving her silk robe open. His mouth crashed down on hers in a desperate, bruising kiss while his hands roamed hungrily over her body.

He didn’t waste time. Damien pulled her onto his lap, her sundress riding up around her waist as his mouth crashed against hers. This kiss was fiercer than the one last night—raw and demanding. His tongue dominated hers while his hands roamed greedily over her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth. “Fuck, Elena,” he growled, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down her neck. “Do you know how hard it’s been sitting there all night, smelling how wet you are for me? My own stepsister. My filthy little secret.”