Vampire Diaries Elena And Damon Dance Novels & Stories

he asked, voice low and steady. “Loony,” Elena answered without hesitation. Her voice was soft but clear. She wasn’t hesitating anymore. Damien’s mouth curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Good girl.” He walked around her slowly, like he was inspecting something that already belonged to him. Then he stopped behind her and placed a hand on the back of her neck, pressing down until her forehead touched the floor. “Stay exactly like that.” Elena obeyed instantly. She heard him undress. The sound of his belt hitting the floor made her thighs press together. She was already wet, shamefully, openly wet, and she didn’t try to hide it.

A dangerous glint shone in Damon’s eyes. I stood up. The hall fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. "I, Elena, reject you, Damon, as my mate." The words hung in the air for a second before the room erupted in gasps. A storm of energy exploded in the hall. Every wolf felt the soul-tearing agony. The excruciating pain of an Alpha’s mate bond being violently severed. The crystal chandelier swung wildly, and glasses on the tables shattered. The Elders clutched their chests, their faces ashen.

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.

“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.

Without hesitation, I made my way toward him. Damon looked up just as I reached him. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed myself against his chest, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He stiffened in surprise before his arms came around me. “Natalia?” he whispered, too low for anyone else to hear. “What’s wrong?” “Just dance with me,” I murmured against his skin. “Please.” Without another word, Damon guided me to the dance floor, pulling me close as we began to sway to the music. Over his shoulder, I could see Andrei and Lilith dancing several feet away. Andrei’s eyes found mine instantly, like he had some kind of radar on me.

He made Marcus hold the camera while Elena sucked Damien’s cock, then while Damien fucked her from behind. At one point, Damien even let Marcus fuck Elena’s mouth while he railed her pussy, the two men using her body together. By the end of the night, Elena was a trembling, cum-covered mess. Damien had cum inside her twice and across her breasts once. Marcus had added his own load down her throat. As they prepared to leave, Damien handed Marcus a USB drive. “Edit the best parts together,” he said with a smirk. “I want a highlight reel of me claiming your wife.”

I looked up at the stars, drawing in a deep breath. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Liam. Really.” He looked over at me, his expression unreadable. “Anytime, Elena.” We continued walking through the stillness of the night, the forest around us alive with whispers and memories. When Liam stopped abruptly, I turned to face him, feeling the weight of his gaze. “Elena,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and my heart skipped a beat. His expression softened, but his gaze held a depth that left me breathless. “Will you… will you accept me as your mate?”

Dominic and his new slave, Renela, would also be in attendance. Victoria Cavanah, an esteemed vampire aged 200, led the class. She was known for her strict yet fair teaching methods. She affectionately called her ward Bunny, whom she frequently brought to class as an example of a well-maintained relationship. As Victoria began explaining the intricacies of feeding and the critical importance of aftercare, I caught Jo making brief eye contact with me. Each glance was a silent conversation, acknowledging how far beyond the boundaries we had already ventured in our connection.

"said Damon laughing . "Yeah so i don't miss any class .Come on now get up " said Cynthia . "No i don't want to . I feel like i am in heaven "said Damon sounding like a puppy . "Oh shutup" Cynthia said and blushed . They both stood up and started walking toward the dance hold . "Leave my hand Damon .Evryone is staring at us ." said Cynthia . "Of course they will the tombstone king with his girlfriend , they need gossips .Who cares ." said Damon .

Damian groaned, his hands gripping her ass, helping her bounce on his cock. "Mmmmmm," she moaned louder, head falling back. "I love riding you like this. I love feeling you so deep." Damian watched her with dark eyes, water droplets running down her breasts. "You look so beautiful riding my cock," he breathed. "So sexy. So perfect." Elena rode him harder, her tits bouncing with every movement. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his thick shaft mixed with the splashing water. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and fucked him faster, moaning with every thrust.