Damon Salvatore Shirtless Novels & Stories

They had left nothing for me to use as a weapon. The steel door grated open, splitting the darkness with a blinding shaft of pale yellow light. I squinted, raising a hand to shield my eyes, preparing myself for whatever violence was about to enter. It wasn't a mercenary. It was Damon Salvatore. He stepped into the cell, impeccably dressed in a light grey suit, carrying an expensive briefcase and looking infuriatingly fresh. He looked around the cell with a sneer, as if the cold and the darkness were a necessary, aesthetic component of the scene.

People were sparring in groups, but I definitely wasn't expecting the particular sight unfolding right in front of me. Alpha Damon was sparring with another male wolf who was completely shirtless. Even though Alpha Damon still had a white, body-hugging shirt on, the fabric was drenched in sweat, clinging to him like a second skin and making it agonizingly easy to trace every hard line of his rigid muscles.

If she could refuse, which she’d discovered she couldn’t, She was hooked on Damiano De Santis, she mused satirically as her eyes drifted over his wide shoulders pressed against the white of his tee shirt that hugged his torso all the way down to the narrow band of his cargo shorts. Naked, he was gigantic. Dressed, he was just too sexy to be real, even in a pair of baggy knee-length shorts that had seen better days.

she replied with a purr His sense of style was different from a lot of warriors I had seen; it was very different from how Alphas dressed. While most preferred formal wear, and some went for casual cool wear like jeans and shirts that showed off their ripped muscles, Damon usually went for loose T-shirts or baggy vests and shorts. The only time I saw him put on trousers and a shirt was when he was going into town to get a few important things for his office, and he looked like a sexy god. I wanted so badly to jump him that day, but sadly I had to stop myself.

“You better watch your back, you whore. I promise to unleash times ten of the pain you’ve caused me ever since you came into our lives. I fucking promise you, Olivia. I’ll make you regret your very existence.” Her words cut sharp, but before I could respond, she brushed past me, her shoulder shoving into mine hard enough to make me stumble. I stood there for a few seconds, frowning, still trying to make sense of whatever the hell that was about. Then… another groan came from inside the room. My head snapped up. And when I saw, my heart almost stopped. Damon. Leaning against some kind of workout machine. Shirtless. Wet. Hair dripping, just like hers. Grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

Professional mode, looking away. But I saw the flash. Raw hunger, there and gone in an instant. Mrs. Castellano seems to be struggling,” he teased, amusement threading his voice. “Need a rescue?” His jaw did this tiny clench…barely there, but I saw it before he glanced away. “Darren, he’s working—” I started, but Damien was already peeling off his shirt in one smooth, practiced motion. Oh. Sweet baby Jesus. His body was unreal—all lean muscle and hard-lined abs, scars tracing his ribs hinting at a past that wasn’t soft. He dove into the pool with surgical precision, water cascading down his sculpted face, wet hair plastered back like the ad for some brooding cologne.

“ Take off your shirt already . Are you planing to swim with your shirt on ? “ said Damian looking at his shirt half unbuttoned . “ I…..I was taking it off . “ said Antonio and unbuttoned his shirt . When Antonio took off his shirt , Damian looked at him surprised . He stared at him and gulped . ‘ ….Shit ! He has a nice figure . ‘ thought Damian trying his best to keep himself from blushing and gulping . “ Omg ! Look at that boy . His black hair is so shiny and his body is well built . He looks so cute yet masculine . “ said one of the girls .

Amara watched as Damon smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt. She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his well-muscled body, unable to stop herself from staring. After discarding his shirt, he slipped off his shoes, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before flashing a wide smile and walking away. As Alpha Damon stood there, shirtless and confident, a hush fell over the crowd. The Protectors, having completed their display, turned their attention toward him, ready to face the ultimate challenge and claim the prize.

Lila The moment Damon stepped back onto the training grounds, my breath caught in my throat. He wasn’t wearing the royal black attire I had seen him in before. Instead, he was dressed in dark training gear—fitted black pants that hugged his powerful legs and a sleeveless top that left his arms and shoulders completely exposed. His skin gleamed slightly with sweat, his muscles flexing with every movement as he adjusted the wraps around his hands. He looked every bit the warrior king, and worse, every bit the kind of man who made it impossible not to stare.

I said smiling at him as he popped a grape in his mouth and then one in mine. We sat for a while on the blanket eating the foods that he had packed and relaxing enjoying the peace of our surroundings until Damon stood up and started to strip his clothes off. A year ago, I would have shied away from seeing a mate strip but I was not that girl anymore. Damon’s skin glistened in the sun as his caramel skin was on full display. Chisel peck, solid traps, and a six pack that may actually be eight but who is counting was on full display for me and as he unbuttoned his pants, I felt my body begin to heat up when his pants fell to the ground. “I’m going for a swim. Would you like to join?” He asked a