Damon Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

And she only had that idea because Damien had told her that I was mad she never looked at me twice. Damien chuckled, standing up after I’d hit him. “You’re still thinking about that stupid whore, Clarissa?” I clenched my teeth, grabbing his collar tightly. “You’re going to keep your tongue in your mouth and your cock in your pants.” Because it wasn’t going to be funny if he crossed his limits with me. I might be weak to him and secretly dying from emphysema, but my strength was always renewed whenever Olivia was involved. “Fuck you, Salvatore,” he spat. “You’re not going to be the ‘boss’ of me.”

"Sophia Salvatore is the only person who has ever truly loved Damien unconditionally. Don't take this charade lightly. If you hurt her, there's nowhere on earth you could hide from his retribution." With that chilling warning, he straightened up and guided me toward the entrance where Damien stood waiting, impeccable in his tailored suit. His eyes swept over me, assessing rather than admiring. "Acceptable," he said, offering his arm. "Remember our story. Follow my lead. Don't volunteer information unnecessarily." I placed my hand on his arm, feeling the solid muscle beneath expensive fabric. "I'm not an idiot, Damien." Something like surprise flickered across his face before he masked it wit

Chapter: 19. ***** Damon found himself buried in between golden sheets, in his Master's bedroom and yet had no recollection of how and when he got there. He opened his eyes in time to see Lord Xrysos and Anderios hovering above him like two hungry lions admiring a fresh kill and considering which body part would be best to bite into first. Damon laid completely naked, breathing coming off strongly as he watched both alpha males descend him at once. Anderios went for Damon's lower abdomen kissing and nipping as Damon moaned sweetly his head thrown back exposing his delicate neck to the other predator and Xrysos took his chance and went for the neck immediately sucking his marks on the tender

Kael was missing, but I knew he wouldn’t stay hidden forever. It was past midnight when the door opened again. Damien stepped inside, his shirt slightly rumpled, eyes darker than usual. He looked dangerous. Powerful. Hungry. Without a word, he walked over, pulled me up from the couch, and kissed me like a man possessed. His tongue invaded my mouth as he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name,” he growled against my lips. “Until the only thing you remember is who you belong to.”

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.

the stranger said with a smirk in his face. " Excuse me! " Nina replied not understanding anything. " Well, seems like my brother forgot about my arrival and you're the only one to help me keep company now " the stranger said. " But whose your brother? "Nina asked confused. " oh yeah I totally forgot to introduce myself, I'm the one and only Stephen Salvatore, Damon's half brother " Stephen said clearing Nina's confusion. " Oh Stephen I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you, Damon never told me you were coming" Nina said embarrassed.

said softly, kicking off his shoes and settling in beside me. Damom stayed with me that night, lying beside me with his hands running through my hair. He began to sing softly, his voice a gentle melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heartbeat. He caressed my hair, his fingers working out the tangles as he gave me a soothing scalp massage. I felt my anxiety melt away, replaced by a sense of comfort and trust. I turned to him, my lips brushing against his. But to my surprise, he pulled away. "It's okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I want to." Damon's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the hesitation there. But then, something seemed to shift, and he leaned in, his lips meetin

My lips spread into a smile as I told him all about the book, "So, the female lead is Emily, she just got out of an abusive marriage with nothing and then she crosses paths with this kid in danger and then she saves his life..." "Let me guess, she ends up with the kid's father, he shows up to thank her and then falls in love?" Damon interjected. "Wrong, wrong wrong" I answer, shaking my head. "Then?" "You need to learn patience Damon, and why are you so interested in this anyways?" I threw back at him. "I know books make you happy, and I want to share that happiness with you" an unexpected reply came from Damon. "You..you..." I stuttered, our eyes meeting, "You aren't doing this only because

“What are you reading?” I picked up the book, showing him the cover. “It's a romance novel. I've always been a fan of the genre" A faint spark of interest lit up his eyes. “Oh, really? I enjoy Romance too. Have you read any Sarah J Mass?” I smiled, an “Of course, I love Sarah. One of my very favorites" Damon's lips curved into a genuine smile. “Mine too.” “I put the book back down again and turned fully to him with a sad smile, “how are you taking the whole thing? The news about Isabella?”

He’d turned it upside down from the minute he laid eyes on me. What started as a one-night stand turned into something so much more. And now… I’d be damned if I lived another day without Lorenzo Salvatore here with me by my side. CHAPTER 24 AMBER After we finished going four rounds, I lay my head against Lorenzo’s chest, feeling his heart thump softly beneath me. Both of us were sweating profusely. I could hardly recover from the most mind-blowing experience I’d ever had in my whole damn life. He ran his hands through my hair, pressing his lips against my forehead, before bringing my palms up to his face, placing soft kisses on them that caused butterflies to hammer against my chest.