Vampire Diaries Elena And Damon Dance Novels & Stories

Damon countered, “right now, as a matter of fact.” “Are you about to sweet talk her?” Dathan laughed sarcastically. “Tell her some of the things you told Maya?” He added. Immediately, Damon's eyes switched, one minute, he had the blue eyes of a tall, handsome 6 '1 man, that he was. The next, he had the hazel slit eyes of a feral wolf. Dathan didn't need to be told twice, he made a quick exit.

“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.

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.

Damon's eyes met mine, sparkling with a mix of mischief and longing. "I want to dance with you," I yelled and we found our way to the center of the dance floor, where bodies writhed and moved harmoniously. The music coursed through our veins, compelling us to sway, twist, and grind together. With every beat, Damon and I became entangled in a passionate dance, where our bodies communicated a language that transcended words. As our fervour reached its zenith, Damon's grip tightened around my waist. He pulled me discreetly to the edge of the pulsating chaos, his touch melting my inhibitions. In the hidden alcove, away from prying eyes, our breaths mingled in the charged air.

Almeera managed to make a vampire shudder in horror with just a glance as if she was more terrifying than the mythological creature. “You… refuse to be touched? Though I offer incomparable pleasure, Damian," she said, again. ***

Desire coursed through my veins. His passion was contagious. Damon never responded like that to me. He was always chaste and careful. Probably because he wanted me to remain a virgin when we got married. He wanted a virgin bride. I blushed when I remembered that I almost lost my virginity tonight when I offered Damian my body because I thought he was his twin. If Damian did not stop, I don’t know how I am going to face Damon when he returns. I don’t have anything to fix by then.

When the final notes faded, Elena turned the volume down and turned to look at him again. Damien was in shock; no woman had ever danced for him. Her lithe form had flowed with the music and her voice had harmonized with the vocals from the man singing the song. The total effect was one of wonder and to his mind, magic. When the song faded and she turned to look at him, his first reaction was to howl his appreciation. He wanted to give her back some of the magic she had given him. He sat back on his haunches and filled his lungs, tapping into those deep emotions and the all-consuming love he had for her; he howled.

“But if you want someone who actually sees you tonight… I’m right here.” She kissed him first. It wasn’t soft or hesitant. It was angry and hungry and desperate. Damon made a low sound in his throat and pulled her closer, one hand sliding into her carefully styled updo, loosening pins until her dark hair tumbled down her back. He tasted like beer and mint, and his mouth moved against hers with a confidence Marcus had never shown. “Fuck,” he muttered against her lips. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Elena climbed into his lap, her heavy wedding gown bunching around her thighs. The silk pressed against his dress pants. She could feel him already hard beneath her. She rocked against him once, e