Damon Elena Kiss Novels & Stories

Elara lightly nibbled on Damian's lower lip, causing his mouth to part and giving her the opportunity to explore his mouth with her tongue. Damian didn't resist, but instead, he responded to the kiss, refusing to be outdone in the exchange of sweet, deep, and passionate kisses they shared. The kisses trailed down Elara's neck, heading towards her collarbone and then her cleavage. Damian showered Elara's fair and cold skin with kisses as if he was eager to taste his Luna. "Mmm..." Elara couldn't help but let out a soft moan, unsure where to direct her head amidst the pleasure of the kisses she was experiencing.

“Your life is here now—with me.” The tension between them crackled like a live wire. Before Elena could respond, Damien stood and closed the distance between them. Immediately, she also stood and looked at him directly. Damien stared at her with a frown, his hand cupping her jaw. “You drive me insane,” he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. “Then let me go,” she whispered, though her voice wavered. Damien’s answer was a fierce kiss, his lips claiming hers with unrelenting passion. Elena gasped against his mouth, her resolve crumbling as desire surged through her veins. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer despite the voice in her head screaming to push him away.

But the tension crackled like live wire. By 10:30 p.m., Elena slipped away to the secluded faculty lounge on the upper floor. Minutes later, the door opened and locked behind her. Damien didn’t speak. He simply crossed the room in three strides, slammed her against the wall, and kissed her like a man possessed. “Been hard since I saw you in this fucking dress,” he growled, shoving the fabric up her hips. No panties. She’d planned for this. His fingers found her already soaked, sliding two thick digits deep inside her with a wet squelch.

“Do whatever you want. I’m done with Damion.” “Really?” Elena asked, her tone laced with mockery. “Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you’re still clinging to something. That kiss in his office… what was that about?” Carmela’s face burned at the mention of the kiss. “That was a mistake,” she said firmly. “How do you even know? You know what, never mind. It doesn’t change anything. Damion and I are over.”

"Lie down with your head on the pillows." I obeyed. "Elena, go on top of her. Face to face." Elena grinned and straddled my hips, her wet pussy pressed against my lower stomach. She leaned down, blonde hair falling around our faces like a curtain. "Hi," she whispered. "Hi yourself." She crushed her lips on mine, kissing me softly before sliding her tongue into my mouth. I matched her pace, biting her bottom lip hard enough to make her moan. Damien moved behind her, entering her from behind while she was still kissing me. She broke the kiss with a sharp cry, forehead falling against mine.

Then his mouth was on hers. It was supposed to be nothing. A brief, polite lie for the cameras. But Damian kissed like a man who didn’t believe in half measures. His fingers pressed into the silk at her waist, firm enough to make her breath catch. His lips moved against hers once, slow and controlled, and the whole chapel vanished into the heat of him. Elena hated it. Hated that her body softened for him before her pride could stop it. Then he pulled away. The applause crashed around them like thunder.

he kisses Eli Eli shivers pleasantly at the pet name and the electrifying sensation of Damon's lips capturing his in a heated, promising kiss. Their mouths move together in a dance of passion and unspoken promises, igniting a fire within Eli that threatens to consume him entirely. After a long, blissful moment, Damon pulls away, leaving Eli dazed and craving more.

"You need to leave. You have a Luna waiting, and I'm tired." Damien lunged forward, wrapping her in a passionate embrace. "You're the only one I see here," he said before leaning in to press his lips against hers. He was gentle at first, only to become more demanding as he deepened the kiss. Elena wrapped her arms around his shoulders and fisted his hair.

“Selene, maybe you should sit on the other side.” But she did not move. After two glasses of wine, she turned to him. He looked flush due to the effect of the wine taking place. Her sister had always told her Damien was a light drinker. Looking at his flushed face now only proved what Elena said right. “Damien,” she said quietly, “I have wanted to kiss you for years. Can I kiss you? Just once?” He hesitated. “We cannot do this. Elena trusts us. This is wrong.”

“And I see the Vale family is still showing up where they aren't welcome.” Matteo coughed softly, trying not to laugh. Damon finally looked at him. “And you are?” Matteo offered his hand. “Matteo Bianchi.” Damon shook it once. Firm. Controlled. “Elena’s fiancé,” Matteo added. For a brief second, Damon’s gaze returned to Elena. Something unreadable flashed across his expression. Then it was gone. “Congratulations,” Damon said calmly. Elena didn’t miss the faint sarcasm in his voice.