Did Damon Actually Burn Elena Novels & Stories

Smoke curled from the barrel of a gun somewhere in the trees, though I didn’t turn to see who fired it. All I knew was this: Elena was alive. In my arms. And for one suspended moment, nothing else in the world mattered. Damon’s shot still echoed in the back of my skull when he stepped into view. The wolf’s body twitched in the dirt, its eyes glazing over as its final breath leaked into the night. But Damon didn’t look at it. No—his eyes went straight to her. “Elena”, he exhaled, and in the next heartbeat, he was at her side. He dropped the gun like it was meaningless, discarded it like trash, and gathered her into his arms as though she were porcelain he couldn’t bear to see cracked.

Elena turned to him, her heart pounding. “You don’t understand,” she whispered. “You just signed your own death sentence.” Lorenzo’s lips curled in a half-smile, but there was steel beneath it. “No, bella,” he murmured. “I just forced Moretti’s hand.” Elena’s stomach twisted. Because she knew one thing with absolute certainty. Damien Moretti never played—he destroyed. And now, she was caught in the crossfire. -------

But she was on fire that she regretted sitting up. “So what is the proposal?” she asks. “We get into an agreement, that I fulfill my desires with you. Of course to agree to what I will suggest. And if you don’t we can go our separate ways. What are not some sex buddies, this is an exclusive agreement. And whatever we agree on, you don’t get to hold me off on.” Damon tells her. “Of course, there will always be that exception on that there’s a safe word, and that’s how I stop, not by screams or cries,” he adds.

Elena's words hung heavy in the air, each one a sharp reminder of the fractures in their relationship. Damon's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he struggled to contain his rising anger. "Don't you dare blame me for everything!" he shot back, his voice laced with venom. "You think you're blameless in all of this? You think you're some innocent fucking victim?" Elena met his gaze squarely, her eyes blazing with defiance. "I never claimed to be perfect, Damon. But I didn't betray you. I didn't hurt you the way you hurt me!" She retorted, her voice trembling.

“But the less you know, the safer you both are.” She met his eyes, unflinching. “That’s not safety,” she said quietly. “That’s shutting me out. I'm not some damsel to be locked in a fortress awaiting rescue from a knight who's too scared to sleep in his own house.” Ary blinked slowly. A soft gasp from the doorway announced the presence of Jim. He stood frozen, his jaw slightly open. The look on his face must have been what made Elena realize she had said too much.

Elara gasped, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck, riding his length that reached deep within her. "Ugh... Elara," Damian groaned as he felt his Luna nearing her own climax. He matched her pace, and together, they reached the pinnacle of their heated passion. Damian panted against Elara's shoulder but sensed it wasn't enough for her. Elara still needed him. Damian bit his lower lip as he gazed at Elara's enticing face, her eyes reflecting a thirst for his kisses and embraces. He gritted his teeth, knowing he'd be exhausted and drained but unable to resist his Luna, especially when Elara looked so irresistibly beautiful.

Alpha Thorne was gone, a greasy black stain on the stone where he had been vaporized. ​And there slumped against the railing at the edge of the abyss was a dark shape. ​Elara’s heart stopped. She fell to her knees beside him, her hands hovering over his body afraid that touching him would turn him to ash. Damon was unrecognizable. His black leathers had melted to his skin; his chest was now a map of raw burns and weeping wounds. His eyes were closed his lashes burnt white. ​"No " she breathed, her voice cracking. "No you fool. You absolute stubborn fool."

Not a daughter to love. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I see,” she said quietly, stepping back. Her voice was eerily calm. “You know what’s funny? I used to blame Damien for the fire. For the pain. But it wasn’t him. It was you. You let me burn so you could stay clean.” “Elena—” “No,” she said, hand on the doorknob. “We’re done.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later that night, Elena sat alone on the roof of the bunker, knees hugged to her chest, wind whipping through her hair.

"Get out of here right now!" ​Damian straightened his coat, his chest heaving as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes flicked from me to Carter, burning with pure, unhinged hatred. The public humiliation of the press conference, the board meeting looming over his head, and now being thrown back in front of me had pushed him completely over the edge. ​"You think he's going to protect you forever, Elena?" Damian sneered, his voice loud and ragged, echoing off the high ceilings. "He's using you! He wants your mother's catalog just as much as anyone else, and you're too blind to see it!"

The taste of her own pussy made her moan softly. “Good girl,” Damon praised, voice rough with need. “Look at you. My perfect, fiery assistant, licking her cum off my fingers in a dirty alley.” He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her thigh. “I’m sending you home in my car,” he said, already texting his driver. “But this isn’t over. Tomorrow at the office, you’re going to feel every second of what I just did to you.” Elena’s voice was shaky. “You’re insane.”