Todos os capítulos de Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Luxiana SommerisDamien stared at me for a long moment, his piercing eyes unreadable, before finally moving closer. He approached quietly, draping a soft robe over my shoulders. The warmth of his hands brushed against my waist, steady and reassuring, as he gently guided me toward the bathroom.The room was dimly lit, the shadows stretching like silent witnesses to our unspoken thoughts. Once inside, he reached for the bathtub, turning the knobs until water began to flow steadily. The sound of running water filled the silence, creating a small cocoon of calm between us. Without a word, Damien summoned a flickering flame in his hand, its golden glow casting an ethereal light across his sharp features. He directed the flame toward the water, warming it with effortless precision. “Get in,” he said softly, his voice low but commanding. “I’ve heated it for you.”He paused, his gaze fixed on the rippling water. “You need to wash the dirt, scrapes, and bruises on your body,” he continued,

Luxiana SommerisHis confession hit me like a tidal wave, surging through my chest and leaving me breathless. For a moment, the room seemed to blur around us.I stared, trying to process the weight of his words, the depth of his vulnerability. As his friend—or perhaps, only his co-worker—I had never imagined my presence, let alone my…abilities, could provoke something so raw within him.I glanced down at my hands, tracing the faint lines of my palm before my eyes landed on the small necklace resting against my collarbone. My fingers curled around it instinctively, seeking an anchor, a moment of clarity before I lifted my gaze to meet his again.Anton ran a hand through his disheveled hair, the movement almost desperate, a dry laugh escaping his lips. It was a hollow sound, devoid of the lightness I was so used to hearing. “I know what I’ve been doing is foolish,” he admitted, his voice laced with a bitter edge. “Honestly, I’m not even sure why I thought it would help me forget her.”

Luxiana SommerisMy heart, frantic just moments before, seemed to exhale with relief. Those stormy blue eyes met mine, their depth and intensity a familiar comfort. It felt like the world had stopped spinning for a moment, allowing me to gather myself in his gaze.“Xiana, why the hell are you crying?” Damien’s voice broke the silence, low and tinged with irritation, yet carrying a trace of warmth beneath the gruffness.I blinked, startled by his words, and wiped at my tear-streaked face, embarrassment creeping in. But the relief of seeing him awake, alive, and speaking overpowered everything else.“What else? You were unconscious—I thought you were dead.” My voice wavered as I averted my gaze, trying desperately to maintain my composure.Damien grunted as he lowered himself to the floor, attempting to meet my eyes. His lips curled into a wry smile. “Weeds don’t die that easily.”I crossed my arms, trying to keep my tone firm. “You just casually admitted you’re ruthless, Damien.”“And

Luxiana SommerisWhen I arrived at work, the atmosphere buzzed with concern as my colleagues approached me individually, asking how I was doing. Their genuine worry was almost overwhelming but, oddly enough, refreshing. I didn’t often feel so seen and cared for, even if it stemmed from their curiosity about what had happened to me.Despite their attentiveness, my thoughts circled back to Damien's warning about my powers awakening. He had been right. Every time someone so much as brushed against me—whether it was an accidental nudge or a fleeting touch—I glimpsed pieces of their inner turmoil. It was like watching fragments of storms swirling within them, each person carrying a burden I hadn’t been prepared to witness.Everyone had their struggles, their unseen battles. But the question gnawed at me: was it my responsibility to intervene? Could I really carry the weight of everyone’s pain, or was I doomed to simply observe it without a clue of what to do?I sighed, pushing the thou

Luxiana SommerisWe stayed in that position, both our bodies burning with desire, igniting something deep inside me that I couldn’t control.Damien’s movements became more deliberate, faster as if he was on the edge of losing control. It felt like he was trying to push me to the brink.“I’m going to release it in your mouth,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. Just as he said, he stopped for a moment, and I felt the warmth of his release filling my mouth.He wasn’t done yet, but he seemed eager to see me swallow, the excess liquid dripping from my mouth.“You look so damn hot,” Damien murmured, dark desire lacing his words. “Come here, I’m going to please you.”I should have felt scared by his intensity, but all I could feel was the raw need pulsing through me. I wanted to feel that release too, and I knew he could help me.I glanced at him, his thing still hard, still ready. How was that possible after everything? A shiver ran through me when he chuckled softly.“I can alm