Vampire Diaries Elena And Damon Dance Novels & Stories

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

The dust beneath their feet swirled like a miniature tornado. Their bodies blurred with speed—too fast for normal eyes. “Gods…” someone whispered. “They’re killing each other.” Ella clutched her dress in panic. Damian, however, sat relaxed, smiling faintly. He wanted this. He wanted to see all their hidden power. Like a flash, Elina whipped around and FLUNG Damon into the ground with a sharp twist of her hip. He hit the dirt hard. The crowd screamed. She satbon him and continues pouncing, raining strikes down, but Damon blocked it, rolled, and flipped her, pinning her under him.

Dawn finally began to show its face on the horizon, and Elena’s lips were trembling violently… It was then that Damon found her. The door had opened without warning, and its creak echoed in the hushed morning rain. His powerful and dominant frame filled the doorway, tall and imposing, his eyes narrowing as they fell upon her where she sat. Elena didn’t move… she couldn’t. She remained seated, curled against the porch railing, too exhausted to rise, and too proud to ask. The world seemed to go still in the moment as Damon's eyes swept over her drenched figure without emotions on his face. He could see the impact of the storm on her. Her trembling hands clutching her knees, her defiant eyes re

The band strummed a romantic tune, and couples were swaying together under the lantern lights. “Care to dance?” Damien’s hand positioned in front of me. Before I could word out my response he grabbed my hands taking me to the center of the stage while Lily was left in priest’s care. Priest had come along with us for safety reasons. “Damien—” “Relax, Elena. It’s just a dance,” he murmured, his grip firm but gentle. His warmth surrounded me as we moved to the slow melody. I was self conscious of the way his large hands rested on my waist, the way his scent—clean and woody—wrapped around me.

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.

“Kane may be gone, but his poison is still spreading. If I don’t contain this today, I could lose control of the entire empire.” Elena stood and walked over to him, placing her hands on his chest. “Then let me help you carry it. Even if it’s just by being here.” Damian’s gray eyes darkened with a storm of stress, fear, and raw need. The combination was combustible. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the island in one swift motion, shoving her silk robe open. His mouth crashed down on hers in a desperate, bruising kiss while his hands roamed hungrily over her body.

"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.