When Did Damon Fall In Love With Elena Novels & Stories

Karios shouted, grabbing Damien by the collar. Damien shoved his hands away. “Because I fell in love with her!” The words hung heavy in the air. Elena sobbed softly, turning her face away. “Damien, don’t—” Karios froze. Slowly, he turned his head back to Damien. “In love?” he repeated. “With her?” Damien ran a hand through his hair, his voice shaking. “I don’t know when it started. I tried to stop it. But I couldn’t. I love her, Karios.”

"What kind of something?" "The honest kind." Damian turned to look at me. The porch light caught his face. He looked older than thirty-two. Tired. "I fell in love with you, Elara. Somewhere between the auctions and the near-death experiences and you almost dying in that mansion. I fell in love. Hard. The kind of love that keeps you up at night." The words landed heavy. I didn't know what to say. So I said nothing.

"Stop stalling. Sign. Your Vivian is waiting." He picked up the pen but hesitated at the last moment, looking up at me. "Elena... do you still love me?" I laughed — a cold, hollow sound — and turned the question back on him. "Do you?" "Of course I—" Vivian's wailing cut through from outside. "Damien! If I can't be with you, what's the point of living? I'd rather die than be apart from you!" She raised a silver blade to her own chest. Damien bolted toward her and caught her in his arms. "I've already dissolved things with Elena! The ceremony is happening. Calm down!"

Damon had obviously fed him some dream about the IPO to get him in a partying mood. “Come on, let’s go back to my place,” the girl cooed. “Yeah… let’s go. But I gotta call Elena first. She’s probably waiting up like she always does…” Damon’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Imagine his face,” he murmured against my skin, “if he knew his 'loyal wife' was right here, watching his world burn with me.”

He stared at her as though she was the moon itself, and Nyssa did the same. There was no manipulation, greed or ambition in their relationship, just love. Eventually, Elena let out a sigh and decided to stop thinking about it. Unless she was going to ask Nyssa directly for answers, then there was no way her speculations were going to give her the answers she wanted. Honestly, she was just far too happy that Damien had finally found love. The sound of a heavy door opening snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked up. The moment she did, Elena froze, and her mouth parted into a surprise gasp.

“And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.” Elena tried to look indifferent, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy throbbed. She pressed her thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flushed she was. Damon brought her closer to the VIP ropes as the music played around them, they shared an electrifying connection through their personal space. “You’ve been teasing me for six months, Elena,” he growled softly. “Your office attire shows off your curves while you bend over my desk. You argue with me because you know it turns me on.”

He wanted her, too. He wanted her more than air. And I… Hell, I wasn’t doing much better. Fuck, I want to bend her over that fucking table where her tea cup sat, and bury my dick inside of her so deeply that she would forget any man that ever touched her before me. But I couldn’t. Not like that, not while she burned with anger. Not while she was looking at me like I was the enemy she wanted to defeat. I would never understand why Elena left. Things were better. We were good, and we both looked forward to our mating ceremony.

The frantic pounding on the door echoed through the entire floor, accompanied by Ethan’s furious roars. "Damon! You despicable half-breed! Get out here!" Inside, Damon strolled out of the bathroom. A towel was slung dangerously low on his hips, his chest and abs still glistening with water. He casually dried his wet hair, a lazy, satisfied look on his face. Ethan screamed from the other side of the door, "You used dark magic to fool the Goddess! It was an accident! Elara is mine! Give her back to me now!" Damon walked to the door, a mocking smile on his lips.

“Go somewhere better. Start fresh.” I smiled. “And what, live in a little house with a white picket fence?” “If that’s what you want.” I laughed. “You? In a house like that?” He smirked. “If it means waking up next to you every morning, I’d live anywhere.” My heart ached in the best way. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, Damian Moretti.” His grip on my hand tightened. “I love you more, Elena Carter.”

For Draco. And for the first time in six years, Elena realized— Damien would rather lose everything than lose them. --- FLASHBACK – Six Years Ago Rain pounded against the glass windows of Damien’s penthouse, the city skyline barely visible through the streaks of water. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a fitting soundtrack to the storm brewing inside Elena’s chest. She stood frozen in the hallway, heart hammering against her ribs, her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and devastation. Alessandro Moretti’s voice carried from Damien’s office, cold and sharp like a blade slicing through her trust.