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

So, no matter how much they hurt me, I couldn't stop loving them and I constantly hated myself for it. "How could anybody do what they did, so easily, Jake? How could they not show even an ounce of respect, sympathy, or a bit of care for me? I've never hurt them, never even thought of hurting them, and I can never fucking hurt them, I just can't—" I clung to his shirt, sobbing and soaking it with my tears, "And I'd never ever hurt them no matter what. How come they just not see it?" "Everything's going to be alright, Elena. Trust me, it will all be fine," He cooed.

But Isabelle steps faster, slipping between us like a snake. “You weren’t supposed to find out this way,” she sighs dramatically, placing a hand over her chest as if she is the wounded party. “But… I guess the truth always comes out eventually.” Elena’s face goes blank. Too blank. The wrong kind of blank. “What truth?” she whispers. There’s a half-second where I consider grabbing Isabelle by the throat to shut her up. But she smiles an evil, satisfied smile and speaks. “Damian and I… slept together. After you left.”

"I'm done wasting time. I want you, and I'm not going to be subtle about it." The serious undertone beneath his playful words made my heart skip several beats. This version of Damien - openly affectionate, unashamed of his desire for me, willing to show his feelings in public - was intoxicating in ways I hadn't expected. We were lost in our own little bubble of intimate conversation when Isabella's voice cut through our private moment. "Well, well. Elara certainly knows how to enjoy the good life," she said. Her voice was sweet as poison. I looked over to see her watching us from where she sat with Tanya at a nearby table. Apparently, they hadn't left the restaurant after all.

“Kael knows.” His eyes darkened. “Knows what?” “That we… that we were together,” she whispered. “He asked me. I couldn’t lie.” Damien’s jaw tightened. His eyes burned. “And what did he say to you?” Her voice broke. “He said I broke him. He said he loved me.” Damien froze. Silence filled the room. Then his fists clenched. “He told you that?” Elara nodded, tears sliding down her cheeks. “I never wanted to hurt him.”