Damian Priest X Reader Novels & Stories

Damian whispers against his ear, voice low and commanding, “Tonight, you belong to me. Every shiver, every heartbeat, every breath. And tomorrow… we face them together. Side by side. No one takes you from me. Not my father. Not my brother. No one.” Eli trembles slightly but nods, pressing his forehead against Damian’s chest. “I’m yours. Always.” Damian smiles darkly, tugging him closer, his hands moving along Eli’s back in a possessive, controlled rhythm. “Good. That’s exactly how it should be.” They stay like that for hours, the apartment quiet except for their whispers and soft movements. Every touch, every brush of fingers, every low murmur, is both a reassurance and a preparation. Damian

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

The Priest didn't move like a man of God. He moved like a shadow seeking a place to rest. He kept the pistol leveled at the center of Damian’s chest, his finger draped casually over the trigger with the practiced ease of someone who had extinguished more lives than he had blessed. ​Damian stood perfectly still. I could feel the heat radiating off his back, a solid wall of charcoal wool and repressed violence. My own heart was a frantic bird caught in the cage of my ribs, beating against the spine of the journal I still held. I looked at the paper on the portable press. The ink had finally stabilized, the deep, authoritative black etching a single word across the 17th-century linen.

Damian understood the severity of the situation. "I am well aware of that, that is why I am here, but is that what has gotten you in a twist, you don't seem well" Damian asked. "I am fine Damian, we just need to be focused on her now, what is your next plan?" I asked, looking at Damian. "Well, I plan on giving her this" Damian said, stretching a book towards me, the title read "The chronicle of the SIX" "Hmmm, the beginning of everything" I said, agreeing with Damian's choice.

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.”

I reply, turning my head back to the stage, when I see Trevor staring at me and Damian in shock. I turn my body in my chair, cupping Damian’s face and bringing mine dangerously close to his, making sure Trevor sees and I hope his chest fucking hurts. Damian’s eyes dip to my lips and I see how his throat bobs. “You know what I think?” I whisper seductively, not minding the fact that anyone could be looking at us. “I don’t read minds,” Damian replies in a cocky tone, his eyes dipping to my cleavage before he quickly looks at me again.

Damian waved my father’s hands off his collar, taking a couple of steps back. “Oathbreaker!” Damian yelled at me. “Your family is a disgrace, a bunch of liars and cheats. You deceived me into this relationship with your daughter,” he said looking at us through hard, flinty eyes. Before he could continue, my father interrupted him. “Alpha Xander will soon be here, you know he won't tolerate all the despicable things you've said so far.” Damian's face turned pale at my father's words. I watched his jaw drop as he tried to reply but failed. It was the same for me as I widened my eyes in shock.

She was scared to ask him twice and went with what she had heard first. She opened the first chapter and began to read clearly to him. Damian however, didn't care about the words. He had read that particular book times over. His focus was on Lilian's lips as they moved as she read. Her bright blue eyes darted from line to line. Damian was immersed in the rhythm and continued to watch her with passion and want. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He whispered into my ear, "Go slowly my love, I need to make sure you are nice and wet so I don't hurt you." I gasped, "I don't care I just want you inside me, please Rogan." I begged. "It is going to hurt my love no matter what I do but I refuse to make it hurt anymore." "I don't care about any pain as long as you are with me and we are together." He pulled his head up and ran his fingers through my curls, "I love you Kellina, My Crimson Priestess." "And I love you Rogan, the future alpha and my mate."

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.