When Does Elena Tell Damon She Loves Him Novels & Stories

Then she moaned louder, making a show of it. “Damien,” she purred. “You are so much better than her. So much stronger.” He pulled back to look at her, his face full of desire I had never seen directed at me. “Do not speak of her,” he said. “You are everything she could never be.” “Tell me you love me,” Elena demanded, her eyes still locked on mine. “I love you,” Damien said without hesitation. “I have loved you since the moment we met. Being bound to Aria was the Moon Goddess’s cruellest joke.”

Saliva dripped down her chin as she gagged and moaned around him. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, voice strained. “Swallow every drop.” With a deep groan, he exploded, flooding her mouth and throat with thick, hot ropes of cum. Elena swallowed greedily, not wasting a single drop. Damien untied her immediately afterward and pulled her into his arms. They lay tangled together, sweaty and satisfied, the ocean breeze cooling their skin through the open windows. He stroked the diamond collar around her neck with reverent fingers. “I love you, Elena,” he said softly — the first time those words had left his lips. “I’ve loved you since I was eighteen years old, watching you bite your pen in that

He nodded, and Finn helped him away, leaving me alone with Caleb. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The training grounds were empty, the afternoon sun warm on our faces. "You look tired," Caleb finally said. "I am tired." I wrapped my arms around myself. "It's been a long week." "For all of us." He moved closer, close enough to touch. "Elara, I need to know—have you decided? What you're going to do?" "I don't know." The words came out raw, honest. "Damon came to see me last night. He said he still loves me. He said he wants to try again, eventually. When he's ready."

Damian replied, kissing his Luna's forehead. "Remember, Elara, I love you," Damian's cheeks flushed as he spoke. Elara found herself wondering, 'Have I ever told Damian that I love him?' She pondered for a moment but didn't hesitate to express it personally to her Alpha. "I love you too, Damian," Elara replied, Damian's eyes widening at Elara's words. TO BE CONTINUED

Damian didn't answer immediately. Then I heard him say, “Then that's her choice.” My fingers curled tighter around the bottle. A few seconds passed before Isabella spoke again. “Are you angry with her?” “No.” His answer came quickly. “She just needs time.” “And if she doesn't come back?” There was another pause. Then Damian's voice softened. “Whatever happens with Elena, Bella, I'm not going anywhere. You know that.” My heart dropped. Isabella gave a small sniffle. “Promise?”

Damian lowered his head, his hands sliding down to grip my hips firmly, pulling me closer until there wasn't a breath of space left between us. "I didn't care about the trade routes, Elena," Damian growled low in his throat, his dark eyes flaring with an intensity that made my heart hammer wildly against my ribs. "I used the trade routes as an excuse to claim you. And now that the world knows you belong to me..." He leaned down, his warm, rough lips brushing against mine in a slow, intoxicating promise that made my knees go soft. "...it's time for me to collect the rest of my payment, Mrs. Vance."

“What’s not fair is that I listened to you. I trusted you. I let you poison my marriage.” My throat tightens. “Elena took you from me,” I cry suddenly, letting the tears spill. “We had a relationship, Damian. You promised me. You said you’d divorce her after three years, but then she got pregnant!” His chair scrapes loudly as he stands. “Stop,” he says flatly. “Just stop.” I shake my head, sobbing. “I loved you first," “You lied first,” he fires back. “You manipulated first. You destroyed first.”

"I'm sorry to hear she's not well." Damien nodded, then turned as if to leave. I walked back toward the desk where I'd left my laptop, planning to dive into work as a distraction from everything else. "Elara." I paused, my hand on the computer. "Do you love me?" I turned slowly to face him, my heart hammering against my ribs. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. He stood perfectly still in the doorway, waiting for an answer. An answer that would change everything.

He stopped in the doorway — her doorway, the one he'd walked through this morning without knocking for the first time since they'd lived in this house. "The trustees are convinced," he said quietly, to the door frame rather than to her. "Diana will call you this afternoon about the interview." He left. Elena sat in the morning light and looked at the empty chair by the window and thought about what it meant that she'd lied to him — easily, smoothly, looking right at him — for the first time since she'd known him. And thought about whether he'd known

Darius touched my shoulder, gently, like he was trying not to startle me. “Elena,” he said, low and firm, “You are in a full heat.”