Stefan And Damon Novels & Stories

But the answer was still the same, Serena nodded confidently making the man immediately take off his bathrobe, then again pressed on rolling Serena's tongue more intensely with her hand that began to actively remove the dress that wrapped the beautiful body. A struggle ensued, full of turbulent desires soaring and burning themselves both without remembering how their status used to be. The two are Serena Amour and Damien Duff, a former husband and wife who divorced five years ago, a couple admired by the entire Nevada city for their compatibility. Damien seems to be showing his game harshly, as a form of revenge against Serena how five years ago she filed for divorce without explaining the r

Damn, they were huge. "That’s right." Stefan confirmed. "This is my beta, Osiris, and my delta, Dex." Nodding, I continued to take in the stoic men. "They don’t seem very thrilled." I pointed out. "Did you force them along?" "Of course not!" Stefan huffed. "They’re just shy." Shy, I had a hard time believing such large men could be shy. However, before I could actually convince myself otherwise, Nazhoni bounced forward, leaning in much too close and examining both, causing bright red blushes to stain their cheeks.

The door opens. Ethan first. My boyfriend. My anchor. He walks in and his eyes find mine and he smiles – steady, warm, I've got you – and the panic in my chest dissolves. Behind him: four men. Damon – tall, Black, built like an athlete, with a jaw that could cut steel. His eyes are dark and calm and he looks at me the way a man looks at something he's been given permission to devour. Nico – shorter, stocky, Italian heritage evident in his olive skin and dark curls. Thick arms. Thick hands. A cocky grin that says he knows exactly what he's good at.

he says Damon stands from the couch and goes upstairs leaving Raven deep in thought. Was she going to agree to the agreement? And how sure was she that would not fall for him?

Damon stood behind her in just black sweatpants, his strong arms wrapped around her waist as they cooked breakfast together. “You look so fucking sexy in my shirt, baby,” Damon murmured against her neck, pressing a kiss there. “How does your tight little cunt feel this morning? Still sore from Daddy stretching you so deep?” Elena blushed and leaned back against his hard chest, stirring the eggs. “It’s really sore. You fucked me so hard last night. I can still feel your thick cock inside me and all that cum you pumped deep into me. You came so much.” Damon chuckled. He slid one hand under the shirt and gently cupped her bare pussy. “Good. I want you to feel me all day. But I’m hungry for some

he said as I glared at him. “What are you doing here? Where’s Griffin?” I asked him. “With Kat and Archer. Griffin’s our son,” Damon said as he looked at Josh. “I’m so sorry about this,” I said to Josh as he kept looking at Damon. “This is a nice place, really romantic, I hope you didn’t have any ideas of taking Finley home,” Damon said as I sat there mortified. “Who are you?” Josh asked him. “Oh, Finley and I live together,” he said looking relaxed.

I would have taken you to bed. ‘You told me to come back in five years.’ That news caught his attention and Stefan narrowed his eyes. ‘I’m impressed by my own restraint.’ ‘My father would have killed you.’ My father would have killed you. Damian stared at her, his eyes sweeping her face for clues, and suddenly he stilled. Those beautiful washed-green eyes were a rare colour he’d only seen once before, hidden behind a pair of unflattering glasses. ‘Sophia? Sophia Leonidas.’

he invites, spreading out his arms. “How come you are hard again?” Lana hesitates, her glance glinting with desire as they flicker on his growing bulge. Damon shrugs, closing the gap between them. “I’m indulging in some fantasies.” He confesses as if it's the most reasonable thing to do in the given situation. “What fantasies?” Lana raises a question, her breath ragged as his presence overwhelms her. He leans in, his lips grazing her ear. “Fantasies of your tight cunt gushing out my cum, tangled in my arms, under the sheets. Your muffled moans in my ears as I fuck you till you lose sensations in your legs.”

It was all a game, and she would play accordingly. "Sorry, do we know you?" Stefan finally asked him, having stomached enough bullshit from the obstinate but powerful looking man almost seated next to Olivia. He should be angry, because he was finally having dinner with a lady he admires and Damian was trying to sabotage it, but he was not. He was calm and poised, knowing that nothing gets solved with anger. It only complicates matters. "We?" Damian spat as though it was a forbidden word "I guess you both are a 'thing' now?"