Vampire Diaries Elena And Damon Dance Novels & Stories

“You’re playing a dangerous game, dolcezza.” Elena lifted her chin. “I didn’t realize talking was off-limits.” His fingers traced the bare skin of her back, sending an involuntary shiver through her. “With him, it is.” Before she could argue, he pulled her onto the dance floor. The music shifted to something slow and sensual, the kind of melody that forced bodies close and breath to mingle. “Damien—” “Dance.” His voice was low, commanding. Elena clenched her teeth but obeyed, knowing fighting him here would only give him more power.

Aria's breath caught. They walked to the dance floor together. Elena's champagne gown flowing behind her, Damian's hand at the small of her back—the same possessive touch he used on Aria. The crowd parted for them. Whispers followed. Approving nods. They looked perfect together. Elena tall and poised, Damian dark and commanding. Like they'd been designed to stand beside each other. The music swelled. Damian's hand moved to Elena's waist. Her hand came to his shoulder. They began to move.

“She wanted to dance.” Elara turned, running to Serena. “Mommy! He dances funny!” Serena forced a smile, kissing her daughter’s forehead. “Of course he does.” She met Damian’s gaze over Elara’s head, her eyes hard. “Don’t use her to play your games.” His reply was soft, almost dangerous. “I wasn’t.” That night, the storm came. Serena had just settled Elara into bed when Damian entered her suite without knocking. He leaned against the doorframe, his presence filling the room.

The vampires in attendance applauded their perfect union. Then the ball began, vampires in timeless, elegant attire sweeping across the dance floor. Damon and Serena were at the center of it all, her body pressed against his. They performed the traditional rites of vampire nobility—cheeks touching, foreheads pressed together, fangs ghosting over the side of the neck. It was a courtship signal. I thought of just a few hours ago, when Damon was in my bed, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Now he was holding another woman in the exact same way.

The dance was ancient and for the past 5 days, Elena had been receiving lessons…dance lessons for today. She had the most deceptive smile on her face as the crowd kept cheering loudly and clapping and rhythm as they moved their body gracefully across The floor. She looked happy. Satisfied and proud like see I just won a battle after fighting for 7 years. Elena leaned and rested her head on Marcus left shoulder, while he directed her body movement in the most romantic and annoying way ever. After a while, Marcus stepped back and Daniel stepped forward. As expected, Marcus walked back to reset after giving me the most annoying look ever. My chest tightened again.

and watching her every reaction with that intense gaze that always made her heart race. When dinner was done, Adrian leaned back and reached for her hand. “Dance with me.” Elena blinked in surprise. “Here?” “Right here,” he said, standing and tugging her gently to her feet. “I don’t need a ballroom. Just you.” He placed a hand on her waist, and she rested hers on his shoulder. The music shifted to a soft, romantic rhythm, and they swayed together. The world around them faded — the candles, the city lights, everything — until there was only the quiet sound of their breathing and the steady beat of their hearts.

“Alright. Let me know right away if he does.” “Sure, ma’am. Please take care of yourself and little Cora.” I hang up and dial Damon once again. This time, he picks up. “Damon, where the hell are you? I’ve been calling—” “You can’t stop clinging to Damon, can you, Elara?” Hannah’s voice comes through, taking me off guard for a moment. “What are you doing with his phone? Where’s Damon?” “Damon?” She chuckles softly. “He’s in the shower. We already had it twice, but he can’t get enough of me. What can I say? Maybe I’m just a little better than you in bed.”

Several students had turned to watch us, curious. My mouth went dry. I wanted to say it. My mother worked as your personal housekeeper. Maria Reyes. But I couldn't, not with everyone watching. Instead, I stuck out my hand, forcing brightness into my voice. "Elena. Elena Reyes. We met... a long time ago." He didn't take my hand. Just looked at it like it was something distasteful. The seconds stretched out, awkward and painful, until I dropped my arm. Then, deliberately, Damien pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket. He squeezed some into his palm and rubbed his hands together slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“And the scandals are plenty. Videos of you two fucking like animals. Proof of the murders.” Elena stood between us, dressed in a tight black dress that screamed sex. “Then let’s make a deal. In private.” What followed was pure darkness. In the master bedroom, with guards outside, we negotiated with our bodies. Elena dropped to her knees, servicing both of us. Damien and I took turns in her mouth. Then on the bed. I took her pussy while Damien used her ass. Double penetration, real this time. Her body stretched around two thick cocks. She wailed in overwhelmed ecstasy, squirting endlessly as we alternated holes and rhythms.

“I believe this dance is mine, Ms. Reyes.” Damian’s expression went rigid. “Adrian,” Elena said warmly, sliding her hand into his. “Damian, this is Adrian Voss. My fiancé.” The word landed in the space between them like a dropped glass. Damian’s gaze snapped to Adrian’s hand on her back, then to her face, searching for a lie he wasn’t going to find — because there wasn’t one. Adrian’s grip tightened, subtle and deliberate, a silent message aimed entirely at the man in front of them.