Vampire Diaries Elena And Damon Dance の小説・ストーリー

But when his gaze found her across the room, something unguarded flickered there—brief, but real. Bella, who had accompanied her, leaned close. “If looks could burn, Elena, the ice king would be ash by now.” Elena gave a nervous smile. “Let’s hope he remembers that tonight isn’t about war—it’s about survival.” Bella’s eyes softened. “Or maybe both.” As Elena reached the last step, Damian was already there, his hand extended. “You’re late,” he murmured, though his tone lacked heat. “Fashionably,” she replied, slipping her hand into his. His grip tightened, grounding her as the flashes from the press burst like lightning.

Lisa, my supposed best friend from high school, with her platinum blonde hair cascading down her back and that sultry red dress that screamed trouble. My stomach dropped. Why was she so touchy? I pushed through the crowd, the music pulsing in my ears, making my head spin a little from the shots. "Hey, babe," I said, slipping my arm around Damien's waist. He turned, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Elena, you made it. Looking good."

Her heart skipped a beat. “Damien, you’re back,” she called softly, a gentle smile gracing her simple face. But as soon as she stepped forward, he grabbed her arm and heartlessly tossed her onto the bed. Elena felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and turned over in fear, watching as Damien, irritation etched across his features, yanked at his shirt collar. His strong frame loomed over her. His fingers, defined and unyielding, gripped Elena’s chin. His eyes burned with a mix of intoxication and anger.

He asked, inching closer with every word he spoke. “I don't know what you mean.” I said through my cracking voice. “You do, Emily.” He said, Dathan took my hand, and knelt in front of me. All the while, my heartbeat had tripled. What if Damon walked in? What would happen? “What is wrong with you?” I asked him. “You get right off my friend and want to jump on me?” I asked with disgust, replaying that afternoon in the back of my mind. “There was never anything like that, Vynara.” He replied.

“Inappropriate? Baby, I’ve watched you squeeze your thighs together every time I give you an order. I know you go home and touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.” She gasped. “Damon!” “Say it again,” he ordered, pulling her against his hard body. “My name. Just like that.” The alcohol made her bold. She stared up at him, lips parted. “Damon… you’re an arrogant asshole.” He smiled like he’d won. “Good girl. Now dance with me.” He spun her around before she could argue and pressed his body against her back. His big hands settled on her hips. They moved together to the beat. Elena felt his cock press against her ass, which made her realize he was both hard and ready.

his voice held a gentle invitation, his eyes fixed on her with an unwavering sincerity. Elena hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the swirling couples already on the dance floor, feeling a twinge of uncertainty. Yet, Chandler's reassuring gaze and the enchanting ambiance of the evening beckoned her. With a hesitant smile, she placed her hand in his, nodding softly. "I'm not much of a dancer, Chandler." Elena admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "You know this already so I don't understand why you've decided to torture me with it again,"

The pain from how hard she had walked to school suddenly vanished replaced with sexual wobbles. “Who the hell?” Dante’s voice trailed off at the sight of Elena. She shot the door behind herself and took a step closer to him, ignoring her reasons of being here and loving the looks in his eyes. The sight of Dante jerking off was so fucking hot and she loved it. She took a few more steps closer, and this informed her that he couldn't resist the look in her eyes. Elena’s hand itched to cup that veiny and manly member of his and just in, her kneels met the ground and she gulped down the lumps in her throat. Staring at her face.

My eyes twinkled rapidly and lowered my gaze in mortification but I was compelled to dart at him again when his hands fell on my flanks, his face closely bumped into mine. My face turned scarlet red at his words and how enormously he was staring at me. His labored breath slowly aerify my neck, he placed his right hand on my back negligibly closing his eyes. "I can't get enough of your scent" he mumbled. Alpha Damon kept talking of my scent, I don't know why he has been stretching the point when I can't perceive anything.

Smiling from chin to chin, while the elder continued the rites "You both have to recite these rites before this." He said. "I Dixon the new lycan king take Elena to be my mate, now and forever, I take this oath in the eyes of the moon goddess to stand by her, through all wars, storms of life and in happiness, joy." Dixon recited it, his dimple popping out from his chin. Everyone clapped their hands with loud cheers that echoed the hall, I could feel the butterflies dancing in my belly. The hall remained calm and quiet as it was time for Elena to recite her rites before everyone.