When Does Elena Tell Damon She Loves Him Novels & Stories

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.”

Tonight, she called them with nothing but a look. Damon came first, wolf-quick, a hurricane wrapped in laughter. He caught her at the base of the ancient altar stone, mouthed hot, wet kisses up her thigh, his tongue seeking the seam of need she’d worn all day. He teased at her entrance, dragging out noises she almost resented him for, then drove fingers into her, thumb circling the ache of her clit until she shuddered. When she came, Elena bit his shoulder hard enough to taste the promise of blood.

“No… no, I would never-” “Why?” Dex finally asked, voice dropping dangerously low. When she didn’t answer immediately, Dex’s patience snapped. “Why?!” he shouted, the word echoing through the study. Elena burst into tears, shoulders shaking as she tried to hold herself together. “I love you,” she sobbed, voice breaking. “It was supposed to be me, not Elian. He's making you lose focus and you don't even realize it. And I am going to make sure you don't lose to a scum like Elian Virelli. I did everything for you. Everything.”

"The day Isabella came back, what did you say to me? I’m not your whore anymore, so what gives you the right to keep chasing me?" Damien's face went white. "What am I to you?" I advanced on him. "A collectible you pull off the shelf when you're bored? A pretty little doctor you can screw whenever you want?" "No, Elara, I love you..." "Love me?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Damien, do you even know what love is?" He just stood there, speechless.

Ella's POV A chill ran through my body. I walked over and picked up the receiver. "You've been out of the pack for three weeks. Have you cooled off yet?" Damien's voice was lazy, like he was coaxing a child throwing a tantrum. In his eyes, the rejection document I handed over was probably just a laughable stack of scrap paper. "Now, get into the white van outside the cafe. The driver will bring you back to the pack. I'll forgive you and pretend this whole breaking the mating bond thing never happened."

“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.”

Slowly turned around. Damon was still leaning against the counter. Watching her. “You can keep pretending,” he said quietly. “But sooner or later…” His eyes held hers. “You’re going to lose that control you love so much.” Elena stared at him for a long second. Then she walked away without answering. But the truth was… Her heart was beating far too fast. And for the first time since Damon DeLuca had returned to her life— She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted it to slow down.

Kesha let out a loud moan, the sound echoing in the room as Damon's words whispered into her ear. "Say my name," Damon demanded softly, his voice dripping with dominance. "Damon!" Kesha cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "I love you." Elena felt bile rising in her throat at the sickening display before her. She wanted to scream, to run, to escape the nightmare unfolding in her own home. "You see, Elena?" Damon groaned, his movements becoming more urgent as he continued to pleasure Kesha. "She loves me. She loves my cock. She loves being with me."