Stefan Salvatore X Reader Novels & Stories

Or was pushed? Wait. That wasn’t even in the book. Was it between chapters? A plot hole? A redacted scene? Who sent that text? Just then the door slammed open. There he was. Damian Salvatore, Tall. Dangerous. Expression carved in stone. Every bit the cold-blooded husband Arianna wept over. “All this drama,” he said coolly, his eyes raking me up and down, “because I wanted to divorce you?” I blinked. “Excuse me?”

I found myself lost in his gaze and equally stunned by the trust in his expression, the way he came undone by my every touch. Something in me tightened violently, a mix of hunger, and the terrifying urge to claim all of his orgasms as mine. My thumb brushed against his thigh, never breaking eye contact as I went faster, my free hand spanking his ass relentlessly. “Oh, my…” Salvatore screamed out in pleasure. “I think I’m about to come.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head. “You should remove your mouth…” I kept going, feeling his dick twitch in my mouth. “Salvatore, you really should…” he hissed as I brought him to the brink of madness, my hand going to the base of his dick and pumping h

"Darling, that's impossible. I've been with Salvatore for ten years, and I can tell you with absolute certainty that no one has managed that. Not me, not any of the other girls, not the most beautiful women in New York. His condition is permanent." "But surely there must be ways..." "There are ways to please him," she interrupted. "But they don't involve what you're thinking. The most important thing you need to understand about Salvatore is that he derives satisfaction from watching others experience intensity. The more you focus on yourself, on your own sensations and reactions, the more engaged he becomes." She leaned forward, her expression growing more instructive. "Self-stimulation, se

All he kept doing was eating every bit of flesh on the bone from tossing it down the trash can. “See that, Salvatore?” He growled, pointing at the bone he just threw. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen to Olivia." He flashed me a taunting smile. “And you’re not going to stop me.” I understood what he meant, and all the veins I had started to throb. My body vibrated with an intense desire to rip his flesh off his bones. I lunged at him, pushing him back roughly against the counter. We crashed into different things spread out, and while Rosa kept screaming, I kicked Damien hard.

Like I’d just bent the whole room to my voice and my mouth and my mind, and now the scariest Alpha alive was getting turned on watching me rip the floor out from under his enemies with nothing but facts and fury. I leaned back in the chair. Legs crossed. Arms resting lightly on the armrests like a queen on her throne, blood still staining the corner of the wood beneath me. “I read,” I said casually, loud enough for all of them to hear. “I listen. I ask questions. Damon groaned softly under his breath, and I felt it. Felt the way it wasn’t just admiration anymore—it was hunger. A different kind of tension building under his skin. Lust mixed with reverence. Filthy awe. Respect wrapped in a sna

“Imagine how much messier it’ll be when it’s my cock splitting you open on this desk.” I moaned louder, unable to hold it back. The image of me bent over this same surface, skirt rucked up with his hand fisted in my hair while he fucked me hard enough to rattle the shelves made my walls flutter around my fingers, my thighs trembled. But even as the pleasure coiled tighter, something was wrong. The face that flashed behind my closed eyes wasn’t Lorenzo’s. It was Salvatore. Dark eyes burning into mine. His large hands spreading me open with reverence instead of ownership. His sweet voice telling me I was his only, that no one else would ever touch what belonged to him.

But the way he looks at me now feels darker. He leans forward a little. “I can’t promise you romance, Andrea. This will never be that.” His words hang in the air between us. In my old fantasies I imagined a softer man who would hold me afterward and maybe even care a little. But this is not a fantasy anymore. This is survival. I wipe my wet cheeks with the back of my hand and straighten my shoulders even though my knees want to buckle. “I know,” I say quickly, nodding hard. “I’m not looking for romance. This is the only way I can save my family, and I can’t afford to mess it up. Please… just let me stay, Mr Hale.”

A arousal of sexual tension starts to form between the two of us – and if it were not for Britney walking in on us , who knows what we should of done. “Hmmm…what’s going on here?” Our eye contact is broken , as we both turn to look at Britney with pure horror in our eyes. I quickly push my self away from him – we both stand up and dust ourselves off. “Nothing…We just tripped and fell…” I say to her nervously. “Ah huh…I heard that one before…” she rolls her eyes playfully at me , making me blush in embarrassment. “I am sorry , I do not believe that we have me before…I am Xavier” he reaches out to her , after wiping his dirty hands on his pants. She grabs hold of his hand and shakes , making s

Wrapping a towel around my chest, and one wrapping around my dripping hairs, I opened the door and steeped out, and jumped startled with a terrifying scream. "Ahh..!" Though it was dark in room and less amount of moonlight was coming through sheer curtains of my window, but I instantly recognised the muscular frame of man who was sitting on my bed, wearing a black suit. Silvio Salvatore was sitting on my bed, watching me, with his hooded gaze trained on my face. "Why so surprised? Weren't you expecting me?" He rised fluidly to his feet. "Or...you were expecting someone else?" I gasped for air, adrenaline pumping through my veins as he walked towards me, his large body moving with predatory e

She carefully lifted her legs off each other and arranged her boobs before getting up. Angus stood by the entrance. Fixated. He watched her move cautiously. He had not been thinking straight. He wondered if this crazy vampire with an equally bloodthirsty woman would murder him here, right on the spot. He wondered if he hated his sister enough to be willing to die to see her die. “I hope you didn't come here to access my wife and gawk at her books all night.” Salvatore was a jealous vampire and a wild lover. “What's the proposal you claim you have to offer me?”