Damon Salvatore Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

“Oh, don’t be an actor, Damon. You called my professor, right? And immediately have an important meeting as soon as I finished my session with her? Don’t tell me it was a coincidence? I can’t blame you. She’s sexy and stunning. And maybe she can also sate you in bed—” “The hell are you talking about Athena?! I called her to check on you! And my important meeting wasn’t with her!” he ground his jaw. I glared at him! He’s trying to fool me! “Don’t fool me, Damon! I know men like you! You are all thirsty for pussy—” “If I am I should’ve tasted yours after our wedding!” he cut me off. My lips parted in shock. My eyes widened as I felt my face flush. W-What?

Damon countered, “right now, as a matter of fact.” “Are you about to sweet talk her?” Dathan laughed sarcastically. “Tell her some of the things you told Maya?” He added. Immediately, Damon's eyes switched, one minute, he had the blue eyes of a tall, handsome 6 '1 man, that he was. The next, he had the hazel slit eyes of a feral wolf. Dathan didn't need to be told twice, he made a quick exit.

That is the system. That is the deal. You do not get the roses without the winter. You do not get the light without the dark. You do not get the spring without the fall. I do not know if I can accept that. I do not know if I want to accept that. But wanting has nothing to do with it. The system does not ask for permission. The system just is. --- The door opens. Damon steps out. He is wearing a sweater. Grey. Soft. The one I bought him last Christmas. He pretended to hate it. He wears it all the time.

-Damon, it's not that I need more time. -But then what is it? -Damon, I'm not one of those models you used to hang around with. -What do you mean? he asks seriously. -I mean, I don't look like them. I don't have a flat stomach, I'm neither tall nor... -Elenor, you're not like them. You're much better than them. I desire you like I've never desired anyone! I've been yearning for you and that sexy body of yours since I saw you leave me that night. Do you know how many cold showers I've had because of you? You don't know! Do you know how many bullets I wanted to put into every man at that charity ball?"

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

That suffocating feeling of being bound vanished completely. "The ceremony is complete," Elder Samson announced. I turned to see Damon standing there, his face ashen. Anger flickered in his eyes, mixed with disbelief. "Elena!" He strode toward me. "Why would you dissolve our mate bond? Are you really making a scene just because you're jealous I didn't save you?" I stared at him expressionlessly, unwilling to say a single word. He continued with righteous indignation, "I already explained this. You have the powerful priestess bloodline, so I rescued Lydia first. You're fine now, aren't you? Can you just stop this?"

Especially one from the Delances. "Well, Damian is a gentle guy but gets angry easily. He can be dangerous when he's angry. He acts crazy those times and yes, he is a snub. 100 Percent, because he is very full of himself.” I tilted my eyebrows at her to say that it’s no news that Damian is a proud being. Emily chuckled "He can also be sweet, well to his Mother and perhaps just Susan.” "Susan?” I asked immediately. "Yeah, Susan. She was my best friend and Damian’s first and last girlfriend. They broke up sometime ago. Lest I forget, one more thing you should know about him is that, he is very jealous and possessive.

Colors that shall make those striking eyes of his pop brillianly! Damon settles comfortably on the plush couch, emerald eyes glinting with pride and possessiveness as he watches Pierre and his team fuss over Eli. Seeing his beautiful lover being fawned upon by professionals only heightens Damon's desire, picturing how devastatingly attractive Eli will look dolled up for their special night out.

No, it couldn’t be… The door opened, and through the downpour, a tall figure stepped out, dark coat whipping in the wind. Even before I saw his face, I knew. My breath hitched.. I turned away, desperately trying to run but my weak legs gave me out. “Running away again?” My body froze. That voice. Low, smooth and unbothered, crawled down my spine. Damien Salvatore. It was him again. Did I owe this man in my past life? He walked closer, every step precise and deliberate. The rain rolled off his coat like it feared touching him. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” His tone was calm, almost gentle but his eyes told a different story. Cold, controlled, yet dangerous.

The taste of her own pussy made her moan softly. “Good girl,” Damon praised, voice rough with need. “Look at you. My perfect, fiery assistant, licking her cum off my fingers in a dirty alley.” He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her thigh. “I’m sending you home in my car,” he said, already texting his driver. “But this isn’t over. Tomorrow at the office, you’re going to feel every second of what I just did to you.” Elena’s voice was shaky. “You’re insane.”