Damon Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

The sudden, booming sound of the pistol butt striking the heavy library door cut through the agonizing silence like a physical shockwave. Inside the room, I slid further down the stone pillar, gripping the cold, rough surface with white-knuckled desperation. The contraction that seized me was a terrible, twisting, constant fire, but for a moment, the external noise was louder than the internal agony. Damon Salvatore, seated calmly on the antique chair in the center of the vast, empty room, simply smiled. It wasn't a genuine expression; it was the satisfied, predatory look of a gambler whose opponent had just bet everything on a losing hand.

Damien ordered her. Savannah gulped in fear. "Am I clear?" Damien asked her. Savannah nodded fastly without wasting any second. She didn't want him to get more angry. "Dominic is playing with you." "He is a killer." "He won't even hesitate a bit to kill a girl if she ever denies him." "He forced himself on girls." Damien was saying these sentences one by one breaking Savannah's heart into pieces. "You are lying." Savannah whispered unbelievably. "Then go ahead. Let him use you. You will remember my words when he forces himself on you. You will remember me when he will kill you just the way he killed her," shouted Damien in anger.

You find out the people who really care about you and will never leave your side no matter what. That is Damon to me. Nancy. My mom. And Davien. The rest of the world no longer matters to me. Damon kisses me slowly and then fast, dipping his tongue in, nibbling, and tugging my bottom lip. “I love you too,” he whispers, only for my ears to hear between kisses. “I like her,” Salvatore chimes again, laughing while shaking his head. “You chose her very well, mio amico.” He pops off the wine and lifts it. “This should be a reason for yet another celebration, shouldn't it?”

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***** As the Alpha of the greatest pack in the world at a very young age, there were a lot of things more intriguing than waking up in bed with a hot Lycan chick, but there was nothing in the world that was more intriguing than waking up in bed with a hot Lycan chick who also doubled as your cousin and the daughter of the most evil Lycan king the world had ever known. Xavier Damon woke up with a splitting headache. He turned in his bed and he felt the warm body of someone beside him. Shocked, he jumped out of the bed and stared at the figure that was half covered under the sheets - the slender body, the white hair, It was his cousin and lover, Rhea Damon. But what was she doing in his bed at

Damon's POV "Oh Selene..." I watched completely dazed as the fiery beauty spasmed under my touch, her body convulsing beneath my fingers as her orgasms ripped through her. My tongue followed every drop running down her thighs, licking and drinking every sweet drop like a starved bastard, and maybe I was. Beneath me my cock was already painfully hard. I could feel it twitching heavily against my stomach, begging for attention, and inside me it was a completely different story entirely. Rowan was already purring in excitement like this was the happiest moment of his life.

Victor’s eyes darkened with rage on the screen. “You always were a savage,” Victor spat. “Enjoy your last night. My team is already inside the house. And Mia… when I have you, I’ll make sure you scream my name instead.” The feed cut. Damien flipped me onto my stomach and took me from behind with punishing force, one hand wrapped around my throat, the other rubbing my clit. “Come for me,” he demanded. “Let him hear who owns you.” I shattered violently, screaming Damien’s name as my pussy clenched and milked him. He roared and came again, pumping me full until it gushed out around his cock with every thrust.

Zada asked in confusion and Emma let out a dramatic gasp at that question. "You don't know who Damon is? Damon Salvatore? The hottest man to walk on this whole wide world. The man who can win hearts left right and centre with his amazing sarcasms. The man who can give nicknames to anyone and everyone. The man who doesn't care about a single person other than his love, and still make us fall in love. Okay, that's not entirely true though. He does care about Stefan. And Bonnie. Of course Ric is his best friend. And I think he cares for Caroline too. Heyy, do you think there is something wrong with me. Because I happen to like the villains more than the heroes. If you ask for my opinion, I woul

I picked it up, already knowing who it was before I even checked the screen. Alpha Salvatore. I answered. “Alpha.” “Is she there?” Straight to the point. As always. “Yes,” I said. “She’s in position.” A brief pause. “And Damien?” “He’s still unaware.” “Good.” Another pause. “How long before she finishes the job?” “She’ll strike when the time is right.” Silence on the other end. Then, “And you? How are you?” That made me pause. Salvatore never asked questions like that. Not unless he was leading to something.