Damon Salvatore Hot Novels & Stories

“Yeah, but not-“ He cut me off with a laugh making me pout. “I am okay, babe. Nothing a cold shower can’t handle.” “You know I am more than willing to shower with you, right,” I said in a seductive tone as I bit my lower lip. He stared at me with so much lust in his eyes that made my flesh tremble in anticipation. “Soon, love. Soon.” He stole a quick peak on my lips before exiting the car. I glared at his retreating back, a cruel smile on my lips. “Wrong move, Vincenzo Romano.” •••

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

"But don't be mistaken, Elaine. I am not a good man. I didn't save you out of pity; I saved you because I want something that can burn everything down." That night, I realized one thing: I had escaped a small devil, only to fall into the arms of a much larger, deadlier demon. And I didn't mind—as long as I could watch Adrian shatter into pieces. "Fine. I'll destroy him for you, and for myself. I will have my revenge for what he did to me and my family. I will do whatever you command."

He ruined your life and saved it at the same time, gave you four babies before you even figured out how to breathe properly, and now here you are staring at his tattoos like you want to climb him like a tree. Damon tilted his head, that dangerous smirk tugging at his lips, like he already knew every single filthy thought racing through my head. “Hotter, huh?” His voice dropped lower, his eyes flashing with his wolf. “Say it again, kitten.” And of course my mouth betrayed me, because it always does. “Yes, hotter! Fine! You’re hotter! Happy now? You smug bastard, I hate you for it! Why would you do this to me? You’ve already wrecked my body, wrecked my sanity, wrecked my entire life, and now y

He's back and from the heavy footsteps and the angry slam of the door, she was up for a crazy argument. Naomi dried her body and tossed the towel to the side before picking up her nightwear. A pair of satin shorts and a single-strap top. “Naomi!” He called as he got closer to the door. He stepped in to see a naked back view of Naomi. “What is it?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder. Damon froze. He shouldn't be looking at her. He really shouldn't be staring for this long, but how could he not when she has that scandalous and risky tattoo on her waist?!

Elena hadn't seen his intent stare yet; she was enjoying the softness of the new bed, humming with her eyes closed. Damien stepped up to the edge of the bed, looking at her body laid out before him. He could smell her excitement starting to waft up to his nostrils. He lowered his head and extended his tongue, cupping her heel and running it up the length of her foot. He reveled in the taste of her sweat, her special flavor that covered every inch of her body. He could feel every line and crease in the sole of her foot as his tongue traveled up to her toes. He slithered the tip between her toes and nibbled on the end of her big toe.

But he was wrong. “Are you ready?” asked Damon. Wearing his khaki shorts and a polo shirt with three buttons haven’t inserted plus, with a black shade of Versace. Damon looked so damn fine. Keatton realized how lucky he was ended with the Adonis man. “You’re staring at me, baby, like you wanted to devour me? Can’t you get enough of me?” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, and Daddy prepared a heavy load for you, son. We’ll gape that pussy open with my big dick and fill your three holes with my cum. My seed will be all over you later,” said Damon.

He and my dad are of the same size. Also, I don't have many clothes for him to wear so he needs to go shopping. "Come on, let's go," I say making my way towards the door with him following me. He closes the door while I open the garage. I take out the 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. Damon Salvatore also has the same car. That is why I'm in love with this car. I drive it through towards the driveway where Christian is standing. "Holy Fuck, this is your car?" He asks. "This is an original classic."

Damien ordered her. Savannah gulped in fear. "Am I clear?" Damien asked her. Savannah nodded fastly without wasting any second. She didn't want him to get more angry. "Dominic is playing with you." "He is a killer." "He won't even hesitate a bit to kill a girl if she ever denies him." "He forced himself on girls." Damien was saying these sentences one by one breaking Savannah's heart into pieces. "You are lying." Savannah whispered unbelievably. "Then go ahead. Let him use you. You will remember my words when he forces himself on you. You will remember me when he will kill you just the way he killed her," shouted Damien in anger.

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********