Novel & Cerita Damian Priest Tattoos

I told him we would talk later, then went back to the car and asked Alejandro to drive. On the road he started teasing me about Damian, that he could tell something happened; well, nothing got past Alejandro, so I ended up telling him about last night, and he didn't seem surprised at all; he knew it was going to happen. “He tattooed my name on his chest,” I defended myself. “How can a girl control herself with that? As if he's not handsome enough, now he has to add a nipple piercing.” I rolled my eyes, and Alejandro laughed. Well, he couldn't believe Damian had a nipple piercing and, most importantly, a tattoo; he was a lawyer for god's sake.

Her heart did some somersaults and with each breath, the knots in her stomach got tighter. Once the priest was done with his piece, they faced each other to do the vows and she came face to face with Dominic. There was a sight you didn't get to see every day. He looked just as she remembered him. Tall and slim, not to mention handsome. With a square jaw. The same eyes that had haunted her dreams for the past five years. The only thing that had changed was how he styled his hair. Now it was all black curls neatly combed back above his head.

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

He stepped carefully over shattered glass and half-buried memories. He hadn’t been here in years. Not since the old world bled into the new. Blood darkened the altar. Not Evelyn’s. Not Lucian’s. But it still made his stomach twist. He wasn’t used to that. Feeling. Damian crouched beside the markings carved into the stone floor. His fingers hovered above them. These weren’t just glyphs—they were warnings. Rituals. Circle dogma etched in bone-deep obedience. He’d once believed in this place. Trusted the people who gathered here. Trusted him.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

I waved the thought off my mind, afterall I didn't care to know. "What do you want Xavier?" I turned to ask him, noticing he had dyed his black hair red, and surprisingly, he looked hot. "Just answer me." He licked his lower pink lips and I noticed a piercing on it. 'Fuck!' I cursed within as I also noticed the tattoos sneaking up his arms. Did this dude have a makeover or what? I was a sucker for men with tattoos and piercings. Damian planned to get one once he got accepted into Nevermore.

When I told him how I had come with Elias’s cock buried deep and Rafael’s mouth on my tits, Damien finally sucked my clit hard. I cried out, back arching off the desk. He didn’t let me come. Every time I got close, he pulled back, kissing my inner thighs, blowing cool air on my swollen pussy, making me whimper and beg. “You let them mark you,” he growled, sucking another bruise on my inner thigh. “Now I’m going to mark you where they can’t see.” He stood up, freed his thick, hard cock, and rubbed the head through my slick folds.

” I lectured. ”Noted.” she said then pouts. I was about to talk when the waitress came back with our orders and without wasting any second, we started to eat and some talks. I was enjoying the food and our talk when I hear a voice. ‘Priestess...’ I automatically looked around to find any suspicious person but nothing. Not until my eyes went to a figure of a man wearing a black coat that seems like it was from a magazine that feautures the Victorian style of clothing, his hat that covers half of his face only showing the tip of his nose and his lips. But what caught me off-guard is his creepy smile that sent shivers to my whole body. Then he said the word... ’Priestess’

His strength was terrifying, beyond anything anyone could imagine. Damian cracked his neck and flexed his enormous hands. The priest who had led him down this dark path smiled darkly. “Welcome back, Alpha,” he said with a bow. “Now, you will be unstoppable.” But the room wasn’t without resistance. Another priest, trembling but defiant, shouted, “You’ll never be unstoppable! The purest of heart will still defeat you!” Damian’s eyes darkened as he turned toward the priest. With a growl that shook the room, he grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him with ease.

SCARLETT Damian’s Kitten, he knows Damian calls me kitten? “You know Damian?” “What if I do?” He says, looking at me calculatingly as he blocks my path. Both his exposed arms from the T-shirt he's wearing are covered with sleeve tattoos that disappear up his biceps. He’s not as muscular as Damian but he’s definitely fit, having more of an athletic build. He has dark sunglasses over his eyes and tiny short dreads on his head, wearing a black shirt and blue jeans.