Romans & histoires Vampire Diaries Damon And Elena Season 4

“Anything Damian has promised you, I can double it. No, triple it. All I want is for you to get lost and never show yourself in front of him again.” “Okay,” Elara responded with an evil smile plastered on her face. She knew that this woman in front of her wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, ma’am.” With that, she rose to her feet and approached Damian. She tiptoed, grabbed his tie, and kissed him. Damian was momentarily stunned by Elara’s bold move, his eyes widening in surprise. However, he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, a clear sign of his commitment. His mother watched in horror.

pack due to their feral or evil ways. As soon as he transformed, the rest of the guys, bowed down like they'd just met their nemesis. Even among these ferocious wolves, there was a wolf tagged as wild, and that wolf was none other than Damian. The rest of the men drew backwards with their faces pointing to the ground, they knew better than to mess with the Alpha. Alpha Damian didn't give a second thought to what his gang was saying. Instead, he walked up to the shivering lady and did something no one saw coming. He cupped her face with a gentle touch, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. With an accent as rich as an Italian pasta dish, he whispered, "It's such a shame. You're a real beauty.

Silver: I was having the time of my life as Damon kissed me beyond my wildest dreams, until our moment was abruptly cut short by the library door creaking open. I was more irritated than afraid when Terah walked in and the glare I shot him did nothing to conceal that fact. I was still sitting on Damon’s lap with my hands wrapped around his neck and he did not try to remove me from his lap either even after Terah came in. He had the same look of irritation I had on his face.

Will just gets out of the shower as I get in and Vincent uses the sink to wash the paint off his hands. I wash my whole body with the soap ready to meet Master and make sure all the paint is gone so I'm clean for him. I decide to do an enema because I'm meeting him in an hour anyways and I want my ass to be clean for him to use. I get out of the shower when I'm done and dry myself off as Cole knocks on the door. "Damon called," he says and I quickly open the door to see Cole holding my phone out for me. I take it and see I have three missed calls from Damon.

It infuriates me. "I know what kind of guy you're really into. You like the bad boy type." His lips gently glazed on my neck making chills erupt all over my body. "The dominating ones who know how to make you feel good like that book I just read." His hands latched on to my legs pulling them and forcing them to wrap around his waist. He was now holding me against the wall while slowly sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. Small moans escaped from my mouth. "I can already tell that Ryan isn't the one who would give you all of that Maya." He started moving towards my bed and dropped me on it. Damon climbed on top of me and settled in between my legs. His lips found mine and a rough hungry

Selene quietly slid down between his legs. “Hey honey,” Elena said cheerfully from the screen. “How are you doing? I miss you already.” Damien tried to keep his voice steady. “I miss you too. Everything is fine here.” At that moment, Selene took his cock into her warm mouth and sucked him slowly. Damien gripped the phone tighter. “You sound a little strange,” Elena said. “Is everything okay? Has Selene been taking good care of you?” Selene looked up at him with naughty eyes and took him deeper. “Glk… mmmph…gluckkkk”

Security update. Caldwell delegation scheduled for private breakfast with Meridian at 8:00 a.m. The room turned still again. May straightened slowly. “We have less time than I thought.” Damien’s expression hardened. “Then we call her now.” Elena’s Decision Elena answered on the fourth ring. Her voice was alert, not sleepy in the slightest. “Mr. Vale.” Damien glanced at May before replying. “Elena. I apologize for the hour.” “No, you don’t,” she said dryly.

Before Maira could answer, the door slammed open. Damien stormed in, his aura filling the small hut like a storm. His shirt was half torn, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and his golden eyes locked instantly on Elena. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice deep, dangerous. “You were supposed to rest.” Elena stood on instinct, defiance flashing through her. “You don’t control me anymore.” His expression darkened. “I’m your mate.” “You’re my mistake,” she spat, surprising even herself with the venom in her tone.