Damon Salvatore Outfit Novels & Stories

"Please return safely back to me, please," "It's standard procedure, Nicole," He tried in a desperate attempt to appease her worry, watching her shake her head. "I know how this works, Salvatore, there is nothing "standard" about it all," She choked out and hugged herself. "Please, just promise me you'll return back to me," "I promise," Salvatore looked at himself in the mirror, standing in a two-piece navy blue suit with a grey waistcoat and white undershirt, paired with a sky blue paisley tie and matching pocket square.

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.

“Like I always say, you don’t know what’s good for you. If I can have my way, I wanna see you in this every fucking minute, hour. Although I know it’s going to be a hell of a disaster. Imagine looking at something exquisitely beautiful, and you can’t have it the way you want it. Think about it. How’s that feel?” His hand pressed harder into my back, while the thumb of his other hand ran feverishly across my lower lip. “So, get the damn dress.” Just then, Sarah, who I had just noticed, cleared her throat loudly. How long had she been standing there? Did she witness this electric moment between Damon and me? “Sir, you’re here,” she greeted, curtsying slightly. Damon acknowledged her with a nod

I breathed, taking in the sight of the invisible battle behind the walls of the skyscraper before me. Damon came out of the car from the other side. Dressed in a white shirt, a black jacket and a long overcoat. His hair was slicked back with an effortless wave and his jaw was shape into a strong square. The gold in his eyes burned brighter and he looked more of a gentleman than a man who would sign a stranger into a marriage.

Just last month, the entire Hale family had both made the cover of Vintage Daily for family of the week. And then—Damon. He stood just behind them, slightly out of the line of focus, as if he didn’t want to be there at all. His hair was a dark chestnut brown, neat but not overdone, with a few rebellious strands that caught the light. He wore a slate shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the wrist, the collar open just enough to reveal the faintest line of his throat. It was too simple an outfit for a boy of his name, but maybe that was what made him stand out.

"Damon, you can't go like this! You'll scare Sage Rivers!" Only then did Damon realize his disheveled state. He looked down at his wine-stained clothes and frowned. "You're right. I can't see her like this." He rushed into the nearby cleaning room, quickly washing off the alcohol smell and some of the blood with ice water, and had the accompanying healer simply treat the worst wounds on his back. He changed into clean, dark-patterned leather armor that represented his status. The warriors looked at him and couldn't help asking, "Alpha, are you going to declare war or propose marriage?"

ride. I quickly reverted my focus back to him. Damon wore a brown polo shirt, brown and tan plaid shorts that hung below his natural waist (which looked sexy as hell, by the way), stark white Nikes, and a long gold herringbone chain. Diamond studs that sparkled like silver glitter brought attention to his ears and his fresh braids were very nice. If I’m not mistaken, my pussy quivered slightly in the tiny red thong I was wearing underneath my dress. Damon looked scrumptious. FUCK!

"As I said, Today even your father can't stop us from going out." Damon smiled while widening his lips. "Come on, it's time to change your outfit." She winked. Damon looks at himself while showing off his outfit. She stares at him from head to toe. Even today, he is wearing a suit like a businessman. With his oily hair, he tied the tie around his neck like a school boy who is going to school. "Don't be your father's copy." She rolled her eyes. "What are you wearing?" She asked him.

"Help me put on the apron. Thank you." Hearing his words, Alexia glanced at Damon's apron and him. He wore a white shirt and long black pants. She couldn't help but laugh. "It seems out of place." As she spoke, she took the apron and helped Damon tie it. The apron was gender-neutral. However, it was clear that Damon had come from the company. He was dressed in the style of an elite, and the apron looked weird over his formal clothes. "You can have a rest. I'll wake you up when the food is ready."

He looked at me in confusion while wondering what he'd done but simply ignored him and went straight to parking my stuff which was literally everywhere. He shrugged and stood there with his back straightened while waiting to take my stuff from me but I simply glared at him and didn't let him carry my stuff but he ended up carrying it anyway.. Damian stepped outta the bathroom clapped in a black pants and a lapel jacket which looked absolutely stunning on him.. He could slay on anything he wore and he doesn't really have to put too much effort on it.. He'd shaved off his stumble and his face was cleaned and refreshing.