Do Damon And Elena Get Together の小説・ストーリー

He milked every drop, keeping eyes on mine, and the room went quiet except for our heavy breathing. Elena stepped back and fixed her shirt. Her panties were dark with wetness, and I could tell that she’d come while watching. She smiled, clearly satisfied and calm. “Deal’s done,” she said. “Fuck her all you want, and I won’t get in the way.” She walked to the door and paused. “You two are perfect together,” she said. “Disgustingly perfect.” Then she was gone, and the door clicked shut. Damian pulled me into his arms on the bed, his hand stroking my hair. I was wrecked, my body shaking, covered in him, and sore everywhere, but I also felt… free.

Samson clicked his tongue but said nothing. “Let me just keep my fingers crossed that you will eventually join our lab,” Damian said. Elena sighted a black car that was parked by the roadside. It's obvious to her that someone was watching. She handed a glance toward Samson, and he subtly gave a nod. “I will be returning your jacket next time we see,” Elena said lightly. Damian opened the car door for her. “Elena, I really mean it. We would make a great team,” he stated.

"I-I didn’t mean—" "Get out," Damien ordered. The man stumbled to his feet, dragging his friends with him as they disappeared into the crowd. Elena's knees felt weak as the adrenaline drained from her body. She wanted to thank Damien, but the words caught in her throat. Memories surged forward—memories of heated nights, whispered promises, and the devastating betrayal that had shattered her world. Damien turned to her, his gaze burning into hers. “We need to talk.” Elena swallowed hard. “I’m working.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Miss Voss. You’re free to go for now, but we’ll need your official testimony in writing. You may be called back later.” Elena nodded, too drained to speak. When she stepped outside, Damian was waiting. For a long moment, they simply stared at each other. So much unsaid. So much broken between them. “Let’s go home,” he finally said, voice low and rough. She followed him silently. ….

She felt the triplets behind her, their presence obvious as a gunshot, but didn’t turn. Damon said, “Maybe we don’t gotta start over. Maybe this’s just… the next chapter.” Donovan’s voice followed, closer: “Maybe we make our own rules now.” Seconds clicked past, then Devin’s name—said by Damon, a prayer instead of a memory. Elena turned and walked straight into Donovan’s chest, let herself be held so tight she was sure her ribs would snap. Damon slid his arms around her waist from behind, chin burrowing into her hair. They stood that way for a year and a half in the space of a minute.

He reaches for her again, but my growl stops him. “Don’t fucking touch her again.” “Or what?” Damon taunts playfully. “Are you going to attack me in the library?” I grind my teeth together. “No. We can settle this outside.” Damon steps away from Elana, and I feel like I can breathe. “Fine.”

“Go somewhere better. Start fresh.” I smiled. “And what, live in a little house with a white picket fence?” “If that’s what you want.” I laughed. “You? In a house like that?” He smirked. “If it means waking up next to you every morning, I’d live anywhere.” My heart ached in the best way. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, Damian Moretti.” His grip on my hand tightened. “I love you more, Elena Carter.”

If the new Alpha—Ethan—publicly rejected his fated mate at their ceremony, that mate would be automatically and irrevocably given to Damon, to help him start a new bloodline. And now, Ethan was using this pact to protect his Selena. The price was me. “It’ll be fine,” Ethan soothed. “Damon's an outcast. His ceremony isn't public. Afterward, I'll spread rumors that Damon used dark magic to force Elara. The whole pack will support me when I go to ‘rescue’ her.” “What about Elara? She'll hate you.” "She won't," Ethan said, his confidence sickening. "Elara is obsessed with me. She'll get over it. Besides, where else would she go? Her bloodline is meant for ours; it's the fate she was born into. T

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.

Hand in hand. She started to get dressed. She didn’t mind that they were looking. She wasn’t going to spend another minute away from her soul mate. Dave, her dad spoke first. “Elena. How do you know that guy? The one with the BMW parked on our driveway.” “he’s a friend.” “an old friend?” Dave asked again. She paused. That must be a trick question cos they knew he couldn’t be an old friend unless she had gotten her memories back. “no. a new one.”