Vampire Diaries Pictures Of Damon Novels & Stories

“I need you to kill me in front of every creature in this world, my little Halfling. And when their guard has lowered, I will strike them… You will do that for me, right? I cannot see anyone who deserves to kill me but you.” “Stop talking some morbid shit, Damon.” To erase the image he had planted in her mind, she straddled her lover. Damon the Prideful bit his lower lips as his ruby eyes darkened akin to the color of the magma when a deadly volcanic eruption was brewing all because his girl straddled him, her arms now linked at the back of his neck.

“You can just let him take a picture so we can leave.” He looked down at me, and for a split moment, we shared a silent, mutual understanding. “Fine,” Damon mumbled reluctantly, “just one picture then.” “Yes!” The photographer cried, throwing a punch in the air in jubilation. “Now please give me your best pose. Something hot, preferably.” Without hesitation, Damon impatiently pulled me closer to him, locking his gaze on mine, his knee driving between my thighs and pushing my thighs apart slightly. I stared up at him open-mouthed as I felt the slight bulge in the front of his pants rub against my lower abdomen.

Damon spat the words out and closed his eyes as if trying to control his pain. “Damon,” Darius called out, his voice low but commanding. Damon sighed and opened his eyes, holding Darius’s gaze, which was hard. “I had a talk with Desmond,” Darius said, “and he told me you hit him because he playfully snatched a picture from you. When I demanded the picture, he gave me this.” Darius lifted the passport-sized picture of Amara and showed it to Damon. Damon’s breath hitched when he saw the small, worn photo in Darius’s hand. His heart skipped a beat. It was the passport-sized picture of Amara—the one he had been secretly hiding from everyone.

She hung up before he could respond. Damon's phone vibrated, and he opened the message. The moment his eyes landed on the picture, his grip on the phone tightened, and fury twisted his features. Almost immediately after, another message came through—an address. His eyes darkened. Without hesitation, he grabbed his coat and stormed out the door. … Half an hour later, Damon sat across from Nyla, his expression livid. "When was that picture taken?" His voice was ice-cold, his gaze fixed on her like a predator about to pounce.

She hung up before he could respond. Damon's phone vibrated, and he opened the message. The moment his eyes landed on the picture, his grip on the phone tightened, and fury twisted his features. Almost immediately after, another message came through—an address. His eyes darkened. Without hesitation, he grabbed his coat and stormed out the door. … Half an hour later, Damon sat across from Nyla, his expression livid. "When was that picture taken?" His voice was ice-cold, his gaze fixed on her like a predator about to pounce.

Then I placed it on the table. Damien furrowed his brows slightly as he tilted his head to the side to see what it was. When he registered the image on it, he jerked his head backward and shot me red eyes. “Why do you have a childhood picture of me and you ? I asked him in a breathless voice. For a moment, Damien could not speak. It was as if someone had abducted his tongue. He stared for a while. A couple of heartbeats passed between us before he finally exhaled.

Eve's glow intensified as she fed, her starving nature drinking in everything he offered. But he didn't stop. Didn't pull out. Just kept moving, kept fucking her through the aftershocks, already building toward another climax. "Again," Damian said. "I want to feel you come again. Want to feed you until you're glowing so bright you light up the entire room." The bathroom door opened, and Damon emerged....naked, his cock already hard and ready, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Brother, don't be stingy," Damon said, climbing onto the bed. "I want her breasts this morning. I need to suck those nipples."

Damon responded in a stiff tone. Aemond chuckled over the phone. “Calm down, amigo!” He sneered. “Things don't go that way. I need a picture evidence to confirm you've got her,” he said. What? Aemond would never cease to amaze me. I quickly let loose my hair, letting it fall in a disheveled manner over my face. Undoing my shirt button to appear battered and overpowered. Damon took a snapshot of me, sending it to Aemond. “There you go! Now where do we meet for the exchange?” Damon asked.

It was just too amazing. But…where could Damon be? I haven’t seen one like him. And no one has made mention of him as well. I was about to walk away when I saw something that gripped my attention. I saw a beautiful painting by Damon! Hah! I ran towards it to have a proper look. It was in a frame and was pinned to the wall. It was so natural- painted in black and white- and he looked extremely charming. I smiled and touched it. How can someone be this cute? I wish I could take it along with me.