Stefan And Damon Novels & Stories

the host announced and they excused themselves and left. “Luna Silver,” Damon whispered in my ear, his hands still encircling my now rounded waist. “I still can’t get over how beautiful that sounds.” I smiled. “Me neither.” I looked down to see my son and his best friend, Sutter, running around while Sutter’s mother, Mila and his father Gaston, chased after them. I chuckled as I wondered what it was they must have done now. “You need to sit,” Damon told me, sitting on the throne chair by the cubicle and placing me on top of him, without giving me a chance to refuse. “You might pop anytime soon.”

“Feisty. Say, did you have fun watching us last night?” “Hmm lemme think about it, oh wait- No,” I shot back, ignoring my cheeks getting hotter, “There is nothing fun about seeing three men with a woman. What? You guys couldn't score chicks for each of you so you had to share?” “Leave the poor girl be, Damian, you are embarrassing her.” Damon said, slapping him over the head. His dark blue eyes, the shade of the night sky, glinted in amusement. “Hello Hannah, I am sorry about my brother here. I am Damon, and it is really nice meeting you."

He gave her a nod, as he drew nearer to the table, his eyes never left Nathan's face, surprisingly the latter was looking at him the same way. Sandy patted the seat directly opposite to Nathan which he willingly sat on with Kelvin who was now seated on his laps.. Nathan's eyes rounded in surprise, now he got a clearer look of Damien.. "Mr Sterling?" Damien arched a brow, oh his rival was a fan of his..what a beautiful twist.. The latter stretched his hand which Damien stared at like it was a piece of shit, he finally accepted the friendly gesture with a little bit force... "I'm Nathan Steele"

I wouldn’t really like it if Damian lost his friends because of me. Besides, he has known him longer than he has known me. Damian didn’t agree to my request at first but after enough pleading from me, he released Roman and even reconciled with him. More like Roman begged for Damian’s forgiveness. funny right?? As usual, Grey still treats me like I’m someone who wants to pull Damian away from people close to him. Despite me being the reason that Damian and Roman are now on good terms but I didn’t care about him. The only thing that matters right now is that I and Damian are now reconciled. Also, we always have several make up session but no sex yet even though we sleep on the same bed every n

"I'd pass." Ken wasn't backing down. "Compared to my relationships, yours look like your two are still dating." Damien shut his eyes for a second then opened them. No matter how it hurt, that was still a fact. "At least she stayed with me and didn't drop me for an old rich man." Ken's eyes widened and Damein realized he had crossed the line again. He began chuckling and shaking his head while moving away. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t have the strength to banter with you.”

Brows pulling low. “What do you mean it involves both of them?” he growls, pacing away from me. A knot tightens in my stomach. Them? Me and Sophia? Damian’s hand curls around the phone like he’s barely keeping himself in check. He listens, silent for a long stretch. His jaw keeps working, like he’s clenching back a dozen things he wants to say. “Svetlana, the Bratva, and the Camorra?” he finally says, low and deadly. “That’s not a partnership, Matt. That’s a fucking nightmare.”

Steven begged. Damon remained unmoved by his pleas. He questioned, "Your family's lives matter, but others' lives don't?" Steven froze, trembling uncontrollably, unable to meet Damon's gaze. Damon had no intention of looking at him any longer. Coldly, he said, "Since she's in danger, then you and your family will accompany her in death!" Steven, paralyzed with fear, dared not tremble. He remained frozen in place, his eyes filled with terror.

The three of them held each other tightly under the stars — the same way they had in the darkest days of the first apocalypse. Serena looked at both men, tears still on her cheeks. “We almost lost each other so many times. I can’t lose our family now.” Kael kissed her forehead. “You won’t.” Damien leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, then to Kael’s. “We are stronger together. Always.” Their embrace turned heated — a desperate reaffirmation of their bond. Clothes were shed beneath the moonlight. Kael took Serena with deep, grounding thrusts while Damien worshiped her from behind. They moved together with familiar passion and love, reminding each other why they fought so hard.

“Then let me remind you who we really are.” Damian rolled on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. Not rough. Not commanding. Just present. He kissed down his body—collar, chest, stomach—until he reached Alex’s aching cock. He took him into his mouth slowly, reverently, tongue swirling, hollowing his cheeks. Alex moaned, hips jerking. Damian pulled off. “Look at me.” Alex did. “This is us,” Damian said. “Not power games. Not roles forced by time. Just two men who love each other enough to share everything.”