Vampire Diaries Damon Clothes Novels & Stories

Damon stood at the edge of the clearing, he was dressed in running clothes and there was sweat on his forehead. He was breathing slightly hard. She didn’t miss how good he looked and she swallowed at the sight of his clothes clinging to his muscular chest. Talia tore her eyes away. "What are YOU doing here?" "Morning run." Damon walked closer. His eyes went to the fire. "What's all this?" "Just getting rid of some old clothes." Talia tried to sound casual. She even managed a weak joke. "I'm getting taller, so nothing fits anymore." Damon studied her face then nodded slowly. "Okay."

he says to the girl, not taking his eyes off me. The girl bows, dropping off the bag on the floor. She departs. His eyes lingers down to my clothing and I look away, my heart skipping a beat as I realise that I am still putting on Damon's jacket. “You should change into something presentable.” He says and begins to walk towards the bag. I force myself to stand firm as he opens the bag, it is filled with clothes. “I wasn't sure what you would like.” He pulls out a sleeveless yellow sundress. “Do you like this? It suits your blue eyes.”

I commented as I examine his clothes as well, "So, go change!" We decided to pick clothes for one another so he ended up wearing a simple graphic cartoon tee paired with fitted dark denim pants along with those nike's. "You made me look like Dylan." Damon complained as he wore a plain baseball cap. I got out after changing into the pair of clothes he chose for me, "Hell no, Dylan look so much better." then I asked, "How do I look?"

I breathed, taking in the sight of the invisible battle behind the walls of the skyscraper before me. Damon came out of the car from the other side. Dressed in a white shirt, a black jacket and a long overcoat. His hair was slicked back with an effortless wave and his jaw was shape into a strong square. The gold in his eyes burned brighter and he looked more of a gentleman than a man who would sign a stranger into a marriage.

ride. I quickly reverted my focus back to him. Damon wore a brown polo shirt, brown and tan plaid shorts that hung below his natural waist (which looked sexy as hell, by the way), stark white Nikes, and a long gold herringbone chain. Diamond studs that sparkled like silver glitter brought attention to his ears and his fresh braids were very nice. If I’m not mistaken, my pussy quivered slightly in the tiny red thong I was wearing underneath my dress. Damon looked scrumptious. FUCK!

It felt like I was nearing my death. Finally, we stopped walking and the blindfold was taken off and standing before me was Damon, looking as handsome as ever. An epitome of Adonis dressed in a black tuxedo that hugged his lean muscles. He wore a matching shirt underneath with two buttons popped open to show a patch of his chest and a thin necklace with a jade pendant. His silver hair, tied up in a perfectly messy chignon, shimmered under the soft amber lights illuminating the drawing room.

I am wearing a purple long-sleeve glitter backlesss dress and paired it with my pump heeled sandals. Meanwhile, Damon is wearing a long pants and a white collared shirt which perfectly hugs his masculine body. He also wears his personalized dog tag with our names engraved on it. Damon is hot as hell right now. His aura is different from being a strict and intimidating CEO. Coz right now, he looks like just a normal person going to a club with his girlfriend.

I muttered, opening the door wider and letting him step in. Damon sighed, standing in the centre of the room and not walking further. He rubbed the stubble on his jaw, his head tilting slightly, and his face blank. I wondered what he was thinking. My gaze wandered from his slicked-back hair to his outfit. Damon was dressed up for the event. He was wearing a fitted black compression shirt, a lightweight leather harness strapped across his chest, holding three throwing knives. Although there was space for more. His black leather pants hugged his frame and accentuated long, strong legs that went on forever. He wore fingerless gloves, worn at the knuckles, and heavy boots that could squash small

"One hour. Don't make me wait." He leaves. I stand there processing. Damon's date. The King showing me why I should choose him. This should be interesting. I find a dress in the closet. Red. Fitted. The kind that makes a statement. If he wants nice, he's getting nice. Exactly one hour later, there's a knock. I open the door. Damon's in formal wear. Black. Perfectly tailored. He looks like power and danger and everything I shouldn't want. His eyes travel down my body. Slow. Deliberate. "Red."

“Mr Damon Grey has arrived. He asked if he could have a moment with you before tonight’s event begins.” I hesitated, my stomach tightening. Finally, I nodded. “Show him in.” The girl hurried away. I brushed invisible lint from my satin blouse, straightened my posture, and took a deep breath. When Damon entered, his quiet confidence seemed to fill the atelier. He wore a charcoal three-piece suit with no tie, the open collar revealing a sculpted throat and a chest tattoo. His cologne was darker than Mike’s – cedarwood, leather, and something smoky underneath.