Damon Elena Kiss Novels & Stories

“Anything Damian has promised you, I can double it. No, triple it. All I want is for you to get lost and never show yourself in front of him again.” “Okay,” Elara responded with an evil smile plastered on her face. She knew that this woman in front of her wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, ma’am.” With that, she rose to her feet and approached Damian. She tiptoed, grabbed his tie, and kissed him. Damian was momentarily stunned by Elara’s bold move, his eyes widening in surprise. However, he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, a clear sign of his commitment. His mother watched in horror.

Kesha let out a loud moan, the sound echoing in the room as Damon's words whispered into her ear. "Say my name," Damon demanded softly, his voice dripping with dominance. "Damon!" Kesha cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "I love you." Elena felt bile rising in her throat at the sickening display before her. She wanted to scream, to run, to escape the nightmare unfolding in her own home. "You see, Elena?" Damon groaned, his movements becoming more urgent as he continued to pleasure Kesha. "She loves me. She loves my cock. She loves being with me."

"Then by the power of the Moon Goddess and the ancient laws of our kind, I pronounce you mates. You may seal the bond." This was the moment Elena had been waiting for. The traditional kiss that would make everything official. She turned to Damien, her heart pounding. Damien turned to her. His blue eyes were cold, empty. He leaned down and gave her the briefest, coldest kiss Elena had ever experienced. His lips barely touched hers. There was no passion, no warmth, no love. It was mechanical, like checking off a box on a to-do list. And that was that. No romance, no courtship, no getting to know each other. Just a decree from the future Alpha.

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.

Damien’s hands settled on her hips as she leaned down to kiss him. The kiss started sweet but quickly turned heated. His grip tightened, pulling her closer as their tongues tangled. Elena rocked against him, feeling him harden beneath her. “Inside?” she whispered against his lips. “Too far,” Damien growled. He stood up with her still wrapped around him, carrying her through the back door and straight to the laundry room. The door barely clicked shut before he had her bent over the washing machine, dress pushed up around her waist. He took her hard and fast from behind, one hand covering her mouth to muffle her moans while the other rubbed tight circles on her clit. Elena came quickly, trembl

I wanted to scream, to deny it, but no sound came out. I turned away, my legs shaking. I couldn’t watch. And then… “Elena.” A voice behind me. I spun around. Damien stood there, his eyes softer than I’d ever seen. “I’ve decided,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “To finally love you.” Before I could react, he lifted me into his arms and pressed his lips against mine. For a heartbeat, I froze. But then, something was wrong. His kiss pressed hard, painful, his teeth scraping until I bit my lip. But there was no blood.

He kissed her. It wasn’t gentle or romantic. It was possessive, demanding, and filthy. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her as his hand slid down to squeeze her round ass hard through her dress. Elena tried to resist, pushing against his chest, but her body betrayed her—a soft, involuntary moan escaped against his lips. Damien pulled back, eyes dark with triumph and lust. “Strip,” he ordered.

The internal tension that had driven them for months broke instantly, dissolving into a chaotic, breathless collision of skin and leather. Damien crossed the room in a single, predatory stride, his large hands coming up to frame Elias’s face, his fingers tangling roughly into his dark hair. He slammed his mouth down onto Elias's in a bruising, deeply passionate, and fiercely romantic kiss that carried the weight of an absolute vow. Elias let out a low, wet groan against Damien's lips, his long fingers clawing at the dark fabric of Damien's shirt, pulling the older man closer until there was no professional distance left between them.

“You’re a good friend, Damon. Thanks.” Footsteps retreated down the hall. The moment they faded, Damon removed his hand from her mouth and crushed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss. He fucked her harder now, no longer holding back, the bed finally creaking under them. “Fuck, Elena,” he growled against her mouth. “You’re so wet. You liked that, didn’t you? Him right there while I’m inside you.” “Yes…” she gasped, beyond pretending. “Don’t stop. Please.”

When she was busy complimenting everything, someone grabbed her arm from behind and shoved her, one hand around her waist, and she had no idea what was going on until someone thrust his lips onto hers. She was stunned, wondering what this was and why someone had done this to her. She pushed him and yelled furiously, "WHAT THE FUCK!!" "Yeah, I know you just want to brag about how lucky you are to be kissed by someone like me. By the way, you have my permission to flaunt yourself because I don't give a fuck," Damon stated arrogantly ignoring the fact what he just did to her and it is him at fault. Elevena was now even angrier than before. Elevena was enraged. 'First, he stole my kiss without m