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

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.

She laughed at everything he said, leaned in to whisper things that made him smile, and for some reason, every touch felt like a show for me. Under the table, Damian’s foot brushed my calf, once, then twice, clearly deliberate. I looked up, and even though his eyes were on Elena, his foot slid higher, stopping between my knees and nudging them apart. I didn’t stop him. His toes traced up my inner thigh, slowly, until they brushed bare skin, and he found me wet, no surprise, and pressed just enough to make me bite my lip. Elena was talking about some party they’d gone to last year, so she didn’t notice my sharp breath or the way my fork trembled.

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.

But before she can say anything, Damon steps between us. “Enough. Both of you.” He sounds exasperated, his hands raised in a placating gesture. “Mom, go sit down. I’ll handle this.” For a second, it looks like Beatrice might argue, but then, with a sharp huff, she turns and storms back toward the table. But not without shooting me a glare that could kill. Damon watches her go, then turns to me, his expression somewhere between frustration and concern. “What the hell are you thinking, Elara?” he demands. “This isn’t some game. Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re inviting by doing this?”

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.

Do I? He cupped her cheek. His eyes softened—not with weakness, but with truth. I know I haven’t made it easy to believe. But you do. You have me in ways I didn’t even think were possible anymore. Sarah’s lips parted, a tremor in the air between them. The room faded. Her pulse raced with something fierce and reckless. Damon leaned closer, his hand sliding to the back of her neck. But then— Elena’s phone beeped violently. Everyone jolted.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered breath was a promise - a silent vow that we could no longer fight what had always been inevitable. As the final moment approached, Damon's golden eyes locked onto mine, filled with an emotion I couldn't quite name. His lips brushed against my pulse, his fangs lengthening. "This is forever," he murmured against my skin. I trembled, my fingers tangling his hair. "Then make me yours." With one final, possessive growl, his fangs sank into my neck, sealing our fate. The bond snapped into place like a firestorm, consuming us whole.