Romans & histoires Damon Salvatore X Reader

It fell in a loose, tousled mass of blonde about her face. "You're not," Damien groaned. "My wife is." "And she isn't here." The woman's fingers pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang out into his hands. "You're not a vampire," Damien answered as she stroked his cock. "But what are you?" "Salvation," she answered. "If you just give in and sin a little." The woman leaned over, her blonde hair spilling across his crotch, and swallowed his cock into her hungry lips. Damien groaned as she sucked. All thought of fighting her went out of his mind as the pleasure rushed up to the tip of his cock.

“I’m here. Focus on my voice.” Aiden’s vision blurred—but he anchored himself to the sound of Dante’s breath. Slowly. Painfully. The resonance settled. Dante pulled him into a crushing embrace. Aiden clung to him, still shaking. “I almost—hurt you—” “You saved me,” Dante whispered. “You always do.” The hunters groaned in the dust, trying to stand. Dante rose slowly, eyes burning. “Round two,” he growled. “But this time, we end it.”

“I want us to be partners. Real partners.” His hand reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. The touch sent warmth through me, and I swallowed hard. “I’m scared,” I admitted. “I don’t want to get hurt again.” Damien’s eyes softened. “I’m not here to break you. I’m here to protect you.” ⸻ Days passed, and with each encounter, I felt the walls around my heart soften. Damien’s steady presence, his quiet strength—it was different from anything I’d known.

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

By the time he stops, most of her people are dead or moaning on the floor. Damien wipes sweat and blood from his forehead. His hands shake, but he does not drop Ivy. He looks at her face, bruised and pale, hair tangled. He presses her closer to his chest. The warehouse smells of blood, sweat, and smoke from overturned lamps. He tastes it all, feels it in every ache in his body. “Do you hear me?” he growls to the remaining ones alive. “Do not touch her again. You breathe, you move, you even think, I will find you and I will finish you.”

“You? Cooking?” Damon smirked. “Don’t look so shocked. I’m capable of more than killing enemies and running an empire.” She giggled, unable to help herself. “Fine, Mafia King. Surprise me.” With that, Damon slid out of bed, pulling on a loose shirt as he headed for the door. Rhian lay there, hugging the pillow he had just abandoned, a small smile playing on her lips. Despite his terrifying reputation, despite everything people feared about him, Damon Villareal was the only man who could make her feel this warm, this safe, this… loved.

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.

Damon had a relieved expression and then ran towards me while Amoux was glaring at the man behind my back. “Don't tell me you didn't read the letter I gave you.” Damon pouted in front of me like a kid. I remembered how Damon kept bugging me when I was in the Nightwalker. And now, there are a lot of things that happened when I wasn't in the Nightwalker for months. Damon looks more manly, maybe because of his haircut? “I apologize; I didn't read it since I was planning to read this when I go to bed.” “Leah, you're hurting my heart unintentionally. I thought you would read that from the moment you received it. That's why I did it like a love letter.”

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ Damon and I had sex one last time in the middle of the night and the next morning had to be the most awkward time of my life. As promised, Damon had ordered new clothes for us and as I took a shower and changed into the pair of sweats he bought for me, he did not look away once. He said he was savoring his last moments with me. Damon could be dramatic whenever he wanted to be, which was what I liked about him. He was able to lift people’s spirits but was quick to switch to domineering when the need be.

Or was pushed? Wait. That wasn’t even in the book. Was it between chapters? A plot hole? A redacted scene? Who sent that text? Just then the door slammed open. There he was. Damian Salvatore, Tall. Dangerous. Expression carved in stone. Every bit the cold-blooded husband Arianna wept over. “All this drama,” he said coolly, his eyes raking me up and down, “because I wanted to divorce you?” I blinked. “Excuse me?”