When Does Elena Tell Damon She Loves Him Novelas e Histórias

His hands were on her waist, and her body was angled toward his. “Elena,” she heard him say, his voice low and cold. “What are you trying to do?” Elena’s laugh was soft, almost sweet. “Just answer me one question, Damion. Did you ever love Carmela?” Carmela’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest as she pressed herself closer to the door, desperate to hear his response. Damion’s voice was devoid of emotion as he replied, “No. It was all a business arrangement. A deal with her father.”

“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.”

We were right there, on the edge of everything coming off. But then Vivienne’s face flashed in my mind, and Liam’s too. The risk hit me hard. If I pushed Elena away now, after her confession, she might turn against me and I desperately needed her on my side against Damien. I couldn’t lose that. So I slowed it down instead. I spread her legs wider, my fingers rubbing slow circles on her inner thighs, teasing close but not quite there. She moaned, deep and needy. “Damon, please,” she breathed, pulling me into another kiss, deep and hungry. “Don’t tease me. I need you.”

“Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you had plenty of time to reach out. Yet somehow, we’re only hearing about this now.” Damon shifts beside me. “Mom—” “What?” she snaps, her eyes blazing with barely contained frustration. “You want me to shut up? To keep it down? To think before I speak so your delicate wife won’t be offended? What exactly do you want me to do, Damon? What exactly?” “I knew this was a mistake!” Damon drops his fork with a loud clang and stands up. “Come on, Elara. Let’s go. I don’t think I have the appetite for their food anymore.”

But I clenched my teeth and attempted to calm down. The needle came in, and I jerked a little at the pain. Damien touched me again, and rubbed my hand. "It's okay," he said. "I'm fine. There is no need to worry about me. I would argue, I would have said that I cared, but not about him, but about myself. But I stayed quiet. Minutes went by, and I shut my eyes awhile, trying to forget the agonizing sensation in my arms. Finally, the nurse spoke. "That's enough for today, Elara. You've given more than enough. You should get some rest.”

But the moment my eyes met the CEO’s, everything inside me stopped and the air left my lungs. The young CEO stepped in, wearing a dark crisp suit that fitted his physique perfectly. He had a strong jawline and a face that sent shivers down my spine, but his eyes–I could never forget those eyes. It was the same that had stared down at mine as we made love after he'd saved me. “Elena Hart," Liam said with a soft smile. “I'd like you to meet my boss…” "Damien Cross.”

Who'd given up everything to be his wife? "Do you love me?" The question came out before I could stop it. Damien froze. Margaret and Jessica went quiet, watching like vultures. "Do you?" I asked again, my voice stronger. "Do you love me, Damien?" He looked at me for a long moment. I waited. Hoped and prayed he’ll say what I wanted to hear. Then he turned away. "I don’t have time for this, Elena. I have to go." Not a yes or no. Just silence as he walked away. And in that silence, something inside me finally broke.

She begged for pain and love in equal measure. But the lies persisted. Elena admitted she’d been in contact with Damien even on the island, trying to broker peace for Elias’s sake. Betrayal stung. I punished her brutally in the villa’s wine cellar, chained to racks, used for hours. Belt, candles, ice, my fists, my cock. She came harder than ever, affirming her devotion. The climax built as Damien’s team landed on the far side of the island. A final confrontation loomed. With Elias hidden in a safe room, Elena and I prepared, armed, but also bound by our twisted love.

“So… this is where you two first met?” Elena nodded slowly and closed her eyes. The sunlight cast a soft glow on her delicate face, painting her features with a quiet sadness. “Back then,” she said, her lips trembling, “he told me, ‘Elena, when we grow up, I want you to be my bride.’” Her voice broke, and when she opened her eyes again, tears had already begun streaming down her cheeks. Stephan clenched his fists. “Unbelievable. Even as a kid, Damien knew how to charm girls—and you actually believed him?”