Damon Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,

Others hadn’t. Salvatore raised his hand and pointed. “Damon, step forward.” Gasps filled the room. Damon was a tall young man with wide shoulders and clear eyes. He looked shocked. “M-me?” Damon asked. “Yes,” Salvatore said. “You’ve worked hard. You’ve been loyal. And you’ve shown me that you care about this pack.” Damon slowly walked forward. He looked nervous. “I don’t know if I deserve this,” Damon said softly. “You do,” Salvatore replied. “And if anyone wants to challenge it, speak now.”

She never cared about others feelings. There was another person present at the banquet. Damon Salvatore. His heart skipped a beat looking at his Mate. His wolf was screaming at him to go to his mate. But he couldn't do that. He had promised to himself that he will move on from Josephine and claim Samantha as his Mate. While Samantha was becoming green out of jealousy beside him, seeing him looking at another woman.

Damon stood at the balcony door, the morning sun behind him, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes dragged down my body slowly. Painfully. Possessively. Like he remembered every place he touched last night. My cheeks burned. He stepped inside, voice deep and rough from sleep. “Leaving already?” I swallowed. “I—I’m late for work.” He moved closer, slow and unhurried, like a predator approaching prey that had no chance of escape. His gaze dropped to the shirt hanging off my body. “My shirt looks good on you,” he murmured.

Eve's glow intensified as she fed, her starving nature drinking in everything he offered. But he didn't stop. Didn't pull out. Just kept moving, kept fucking her through the aftershocks, already building toward another climax. "Again," Damian said. "I want to feel you come again. Want to feed you until you're glowing so bright you light up the entire room." The bathroom door opened, and Damon emerged....naked, his cock already hard and ready, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Brother, don't be stingy," Damon said, climbing onto the bed. "I want her breasts this morning. I need to suck those nipples."

Rain poured harder, soaking through every layer of me until it felt like the sky was trying to drown me in its tears. My pulse thudded loudly in my ears when I saw him step out of the car. Tall and domineering. Damien Salvatore. Even his name scraped against my bones. He moved toward me with that same calm control that made everything else fade. I stumbled, shaking my head. “Don’t touch me!” His hand caught my wrist before I could take another step. The heat of his palm burning against my skin, steady and unyielding, like the world itself had chosen sides and I was sure it wasn’t mine.

“She’s already confused, her body betrays her every time I’m near and I have the perfect plan to make sure she never stops seeing me.” Damien let out a low whistle. “You’re going to play the savior.” “Play the savior?” I murmured. “C’mon Damien, I already am her savior.” He sat back and shook his head, grinning like he’d just heard the filthiest confession of his life. “I swear, sometimes I forget how sick you are.” “That’s because you’re too busy being loud about your vices,” I replied smoothly, flicking my gaze to the woman now massaging his shoulder without permission. “Mine are quieter. But much harder to kill.”

My fingers curled into the sheets as his hand trailed lower, lower, until it dipped between my thighs and I cried out against his lips. “You’re so wet, little virgin,” Damon groaned, his voice hoarse and dangerously husky. “You were made for this.” “I...I don’t understand…” My voice trembled as pleasure licked up my spine. “You don’t need to,” Xavier murmured against my ear. I turned, and his mouth was already at my neck, his hand cupping my breast, flicking my nipple with his thumb until it hardened like a pebble. “Just feel.” He whispered.

she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. Damon’s eyes flashed with something primal. “You have no idea what you’ve unleashed.” With a low growl, he captured her lips again, his kiss searing and demanding. Hazel melted beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair as his hands explored every inch of her body. He made quick work of the remaining barriers between them, his movements swift and practiced. “Damon,” she gasped, her voice catching as his mouth traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”