Vampire Diaries Damon And Elena Season 4 Novels & Stories

Damon walked to the door, a mocking smile on his lips. I sat up in bed and walked over to him. "Let him in," I said softly. "It's time for the show to begin." The moment the door flew open, Ethan stormed in, flanked by the Elders. His eyes landed on me—my messy hair, the way I stood beside Damon—and they turned bloodshot with rage. "Elara! Get away from him! That bastard—" His words choked in his throat. His gaze locked on my neck. On the raw, crimson mark marring my skin.

"Damien, what do you really want?" The room fell silent, with only the sound of rain falling outside. After a while, Damien spoke in a cold voice, "Don't you want to continue being Mrs. Salvatore?" He turned, his deep eyes reflecting a mysterious glint. "Since you're so reluctant to give up the title, then enjoy it to the fullest." His tone was calm, but Elena felt a chill sweep over her, enveloping her entire body. The coldness pierced her skin, reaching her heart, sending a shiver down her spine, because she knew what Damien wanted.

She was still trying to figure out what was going on when she heard footsteps approaching and asked Damon, who was standing right beside her, "How are you doing, my unfortunate and weak mate?" He didn't sound angry but there was disgust in his every word as he didn't like to call her mate. On the other hand, Elevena was totally unaware of what he was talking about. Damon tried to get close to Elevena's face but she quickly crawled back as the strong scent of wine hit her nostrils. Damon was fully drunk and didn't know what he was doing. Elevena didn't remember at the moment what happened at the college and how she ended up there and what Damon was doing there that too fully drunk.

Synopsis Elena Meier swore she’d never fall for Damien Sylvester again. Four years after heartbreak, she’s back in Beacon - only to find him more magnetic, more dangerous, and impossible to escape. She’s no longer the fragile girl who once loved and lost - Damien Sylvester. Yet her feelings for Damien resurface despite her resolve to resist him.

“Dr. Cross? Elena? Are you in there?” It was Dr. Marcus Hale again. The handle rattled. Damien clamped his hand over her mouth, still buried inside her, his cock twitching with aftershocks. His eyes burned with dark thrill. “Answer him,” he whispered, slowly rolling his hips, fucking his cum deeper into her. Elena’s voice trembled. “Y-yes! We’re… discussing my dissertation. Private session.” A pause. “The gala’s winding down. Everything alright?” Damien’s thumb found her oversensitive clit and circled it. Elena bit his palm to keep from moaning.

The bass throbbed low in the underground club, heavy enough to rattle through the concrete floor, but Elena barely noticed the music. Her focus was on him, the stranger leaning against the far wall like the whole damn room belonged to him. Tall, broad-shouldered, his shirt undone enough to flash pale skin and a line of muscle, he had a presence that cut through the haze of noise and neon. Damien. That was the name whispered in the shadows, the one the bartender muttered when Elena asked who he was. The one women leaned closer to say with a mix of warning and want. A vampire.

he rasped. The sound of her name nearly disappeared beneath another violent surge. Black veins spread farther across his throat, reaching toward his jaw and temple. Damien moved fully in front of her this time. “We’re done. Seal the chamber.” “No,” Elena said immediately. “Look at him!” “I am looking at him!” The force behind her answer startled even her. Damien stared at her for a second, stunned into silence. Elena softened instantly, stepping closer to him instead of away. “If we stop now, it finishes taking him,” she said quietly.

Damien’s hands settled on her hips as she leaned down to kiss him. The kiss started sweet but quickly turned heated. His grip tightened, pulling her closer as their tongues tangled. Elena rocked against him, feeling him harden beneath her. “Inside?” she whispered against his lips. “Too far,” Damien growled. He stood up with her still wrapped around him, carrying her through the back door and straight to the laundry room. The door barely clicked shut before he had her bent over the washing machine, dress pushed up around her waist. He took her hard and fast from behind, one hand covering her mouth to muffle her moans while the other rubbed tight circles on her clit. Elena came quickly, trembl

Tonight, she called them with nothing but a look. Damon came first, wolf-quick, a hurricane wrapped in laughter. He caught her at the base of the ancient altar stone, mouthed hot, wet kisses up her thigh, his tongue seeking the seam of need she’d worn all day. He teased at her entrance, dragging out noises she almost resented him for, then drove fingers into her, thumb circling the ache of her clit until she shuddered. When she came, Elena bit his shoulder hard enough to taste the promise of blood.