Vampire Diaries Elena And Damon Dance Novels & Stories

“I’m perfectly capable of keeping this professional.” “Professional…” he echoed softly, stepping closer, eyes dark and unreadable. “For now.” Elena forced a sharp laugh. “I don’t need your approval for that.” “Approval isn’t the point,” Damon said, leaning casually on the table, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off him. “The point is… you can’t hide that this affects you.” Elena froze, realizing her body had already betrayed her. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her posture. She wanted to step back, to maintain her composure, but her pulse thudded in a way that made her dizzy.

CHAPTER FIVE BLUE I should be practising my dance moves, but I was stuck watching them both. Elena was already half-undressed when I first spotted them. Her blonde hair was down, spilling over her shoulders as Damien pushed her against his floor-to-ceiling window. The same window I was watching through. Fucking exhibitionist. I wanted to look away, but my hands were already trailing my thighs, my eyes stuck to his long, hard cock. I unbuttoned my jeans.

He turned to look at Damien Damien was one irresponsible vampire that cared not for the life of anyone. Damien's hands were soaked in thousands of people's blood. He literally killed for fun. Watching Damien care for a life for the first time in his existence made Alden question what his connection with the lady was "Bring her" Alden replied and walked out of the room. Damien carried Elsie and followed Alden into another room which had medical instruments in it

I thought that he would immediately take her away the moment he saw how bad her condition was, but I guess revenge was more important. I may not have known what it was like to have a mate but I know for a fact that I would have prioritized my mates'health before any vandetta. Damien seemed to enjoy torturing me. He started shooting me from limb to limb moving up my body and I couldn't help groaning in pain. My groans were loud enough to get Elena to stumble out of the car and I could see her as she tried to get out of the car and rush to where we were. My eyes were glued to her as she slowly made her way to me with absolutely no strength in her body, this was the most romantic thing and the

Elina’s eyes sparkled with happiness as she turned to Damon. He grinned back at her like he just gained the world. Ella lifted her gaze and used the mind link. “Damian… come in.” The door opened. Damian entered, followed by Lucian and Madam Brie. He froze when he saw Elina laughing softly with Damon, her face finally bright with warmth instead of fear. Ella explained everything—the tears, the confession, the new bond forming. Damian’s chest swelled with pride and relief. He crouched beside Elina, his voice gentle yet steady.

She was completely his now—moaning, dripping, broken open for this stranger. Damien suddenly pulled out, spun her around, and dropped to the floor with her. He laid on his back and pulled her on top, impaling her down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. “Ride me,” he ordered, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Show me how badly you need it.” Elena braced her hands on his powerful chest and began bouncing, her full breasts swaying with every movement. He met her with upward thrusts that made her see stars. One hand returned to her throat while the other rubbed tight circles on her clit.

“And try not to come in front of the entire city.” Now, every few minutes, his thumb brushed the small remote hidden in his pocket, sending teasing pulses through her body. The vibrations hummed against her G-spot and clit, making her thighs tremble and her nipples tighten visibly against the thin fabric of her gown. Reporters shouted questions as they posed for photos: “Mr. Vale! Who is the beautiful woman on your arm tonight?” “Is this the mystery woman from the recent scandal?” Damian kept his expression cool and commanding, his hand resting possessively on the small of her bare back. “This is Elena, my partner,” he answered smoothly, but his thumb pressed the remote again, increasing the

"Stop stalling. Sign. Your Vivian is waiting." He picked up the pen but hesitated at the last moment, looking up at me. "Elena... do you still love me?" I laughed — a cold, hollow sound — and turned the question back on him. "Do you?" "Of course I—" Vivian's wailing cut through from outside. "Damien! If I can't be with you, what's the point of living? I'd rather die than be apart from you!" She raised a silver blade to her own chest. Damien bolted toward her and caught her in his arms. "I've already dissolved things with Elena! The ceremony is happening. Calm down!"

“Dance with me.” She blinks, startled. “Damon…” Max’s smirk widens. “I believe she’s already taken.” I stare at him, my eyes flickering with the power of Hector. “I wasn’t asking you.” For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then Elana exhales, pulling her hand from Max’s arm and letting me take it. Her fingers tremble in mine. Max’s smile morphs into something dangerous, but he steps back, bowing mockingly as though he’s the gracious one.

The timely swell of music broke the suffocating standoff. It was time for the traditional first dance of the Alpha and Luna. Damien took a deep breath, suppressing his rage. He needed a way to save face, to reassert control. He looked past Ethan, his gaze finding me again. "Elara," he said, his voice regaining its Alpha composure, though an undercurrent of fury churned beneath it. "Come and dance." He held out his hand, and every eye in the room fixed on us. Just as I was trying to figure out how to refuse, another figure stepped between us.