Damian Lillard Height Novels & Stories

He is that kind of mate I had always dreamed about. The moon goddess would match us. I prayed under my voice even as Damien held me closer. He would notice my attention was moving away from him but I succeed in disguising it when he tried to look at my face. The blue eyes guy is all I wanted now. I was fighting the irresistible urge to run up on him and curl my hands around him. Leaning my neck on his broad shoulder. He seems to be 5 ft 10 and I am 5ft, we would match nevertheless or I would always wear a heel when I want to hug him. I know I may sound stupid perhaps I am losing it around him.

Damien isn't wrong as I was truly regarded throughout his study as the golden boy of our batch. The perfect student, Adrian Gabriel Raines, my professors branded me as a medical genius, well not to brag but my IQ score is 211. I am one of the world's youngest Andrologist and urologists holding two licenses at the age of 26, and I am also a social media fitness coach. My appearance isn't far from Damien, I have chiseled features having a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and piercing hazel brown eyes. A sensual lips, that others say to be full and inviting. I had a toned physique: a chiseled abs and a broad chest and shoulders. Standing at 6'1" with blond, perfectly messy styled hair.

She had heard someone speak, but she had yet to process it. When her head snapped backward, her breath hitched at the sight before her, and her body completely froze. Damian Thorne stood at an imposing 6’5 feet, with an umbrella above his head and a gun in his other hand. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal two-piece pinstripe co-ord, with the blazer revealing his sculpted, naked chest.

Grey said, draping an arm across my shoulders. "You didn't tell us she was so short," one, a younger guy with light brown hair and crystal blue eyes, teased. He wasn't that tall, but much taller than me, standing at around 5'10. He was obviously popular with the ladies with his cocky smirk, and his careless, sloppy stance, "How tall are you? Like 5'2?" "I'm 5'0," I muttered before Grey could retaliate. "And badass. So watch your cocky ass, Damien," Grey replied back, just as arrogant, if not more, than the boy - Damien. Damien just rolled his eyes and threw a light punch to my shoulder, catching me by surprise.

Damian Vance was, without a doubt, the most beautiful and intimidating man I had ever seen in my life. He was massive. While I stood at only 5'5", he easily cleared 6'1", with broad shoulders and a commanding posture that radiated absolute power. The tailored black suit looked molded onto an extremely strong, muscular frame. His face looked carved from marble, with a sharp jawline covered by a dark, perfectly groomed beard.

"Good morning jack.." Lilly replied with a 'not so interested' tone and jack rolled his eyes at her. Lilly was a Hacker, she collects all the information Damian needs about his rivals or business partners. She was a beautiful redhead with green eyes with great figure and extremely talented in her work that's why Damian hired her, but she and jack never gets along and always fights and argues whenever they get chances just like Tom and Jerry... Damian entered the dinning hall and everyone greets him, he replied back with a firm nod and sat on the headchair.

**Lennon (11:05 AM):** working out? **Damian (11:06 AM):** Yeah! **Lennon (11:06 AM):** can i see? A few seconds stretched. Lennon stared at the screen like it might bite him. Then the photo loaded. Damian in the penthouse gym—shirtless, skin gleaming with fresh sweat under the overhead LEDs. Chest carved, shoulders broad, arms flexed from whatever set he’d just finished. One hand held the phone out for the mirror selfie; the other raked back through damp, dark hair. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, devastating path down the center of his sternum, past the snarling bear tattoo, disappearing into the deep V below his navel. The waistband of his black gym shorts sat low. Too low.

"I didn't think of that Sir." "Of course, you pathetic cabbage rotten didn't think of it." Damian ended the call angrily and set the phone down on his table. "You really need to give Adam a break." He wiped his head and saw Lilian standing at his doorpost in a very lovely dress. He smirked at her. "And what do you know about Adam?" She smiled and walked forward to him and sat astride on his lap facing him. Her dress traveled up a bit revealing her smooth silky legs.

Nadia's POV The door opened and as I was about to hit whoever was coming in, I missed and fell. The shattering of the beautiful lampstand electrified the entire apartment as little pieces of glasses were dancing on the floor. "Are you alright?" A concerned familiar voice asked me. I turned and saw it was Damian, Damian Anderson! I froze. He looked so damned handsome, he was putting on just a single with a brown short, bringing all his even abs tone to bear.

Slowly, she tugged his boxer shorts down, her fingers tracing the pulsing contour of his arousal with tantalizing slowness. Elara estimated silently; his manhood seemed to boast an impressive eleven inches. Doubt flickered in her eyes—could she truly take him into her mouth? "Please don't try, Elara. I might not be able to handle it," Damian stammered, his voice laced with a mix of fear and desire. But as she moved to envelop him with her lips, he quickly grasped her shoulders, his eyes locking with hers in a direct, intense plea.