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I found out later that Damian could see the reader comments too. It happened the next morning. New York was blue with early light, and Damian was wrapped around me from behind, lazy and satisfied in a way that made him look nothing like the untouchable heir everyone feared. I reached for the water on the nightstand when a comment floated across my vision. [@BookTokAfterDark: A full night behind a fade-to-black? Author, count your days.] I nearly choked. Behind me, Damian laughed softly. "They still want more."

Alpha Damien replied like he was speaking to an old friend. " How does it feel to be helpless? I promise you that searching for us is a waste of time. I can only be found when I want to. Your friends can try their hacking prowess. I am way smarter than that." Wayne boasted and erupted into an evil laughter. " What exactly fo you want? Didn't you say you wanted Zeta. Where is Adrien?" " None of your business. Did you think I was going to truly return Adrien? I don't want to say it but that's fucking dumb." Wayne said.

At the state he was in, he could not have moved her with determination she would understand even if he wanted to, but somehow that damn blue liquid made him pliable and eager for the heath that started forming behind the zipper of his black jeans whenever she adjusted her ass in his lap ever-so-slightly, something he never felt before. Damian had indeed never laid with a woman before as he always said he is saving himself for his own mate, and he could not have been more eager to finally see the dawn of the day when he meets her. He was a strong believer in the sacredness of destined mates, and wanted it to be special and magical when it first happens. The blue liquid, however, made him forg

“I’m sorry… I went for a run and I was testing my powers to see if I had any and then the Yokai showed up…” “Hey.” He looks up at me. “It’s ok. I’m sorry, I didn’t know that happened.” “I’m sorry that I’m in here with you, you’re probably so embarrassed. I know I am.” Damian looks so sad. I can tell that he didn’t want to come to me like this but he had no choice. Whatever happened to him in the woods, I’d figure it out for him. Poor guy must be so embarrassed. But actually he didn’t look that bad! I can see his muscles peeking out from his torso. He had the body of a Greek warrior. I only got a glimpse of his lower half but from what I saw, he looked hot!

she screamed. Damien sucked her clit and her pussy lips, gripping her hips and holding her in place as she jumped around on the bed. Emberlynn felt her body go numb as his tongue lapped at her. He was teasing her, making her want more. And surprisingly, she wanted him to continue doing so. "Oh, Damien," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut. "I want to taste you," he said. Emberlynn moaned and arched her back. He was bringing her close to the edge.

I takes a moment for me to answer his question as he smirks at me. "My papà saw the last ones and said no more," I say as I writhe under Damian's hot body. He starts thrusting as he trails his kisses to my chest. He bites and sucks on my nipples as his large member fills me up and leaves a stinging pain around my asshole. "Can I mark your chest?" He asks breathlessly and his lips hovering over my skin. I nod and he starts sucking beside my nipple, his tongue teasing me as his dick bumps into my prostate. I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses hickeys across my chest.

Damien was walking away with the blonde, his palm resting firmly on her ass. The sight punched the air right out of me. Heat shot through me, embarrassingly fast, coiling sharp and sweet at the base of my spine. My body betrayed me, like it always did when it came to him. I clenched my thighs tighter under my desk, furious with myself for caring at all. Damn Damien. Damn his smile. Damn his hands—those hands that looked like they could unravel me in seconds. I snapped my gaze back to my screen, glaring at the lifeless lines of my sketch until they blurred. No. I wasn’t going there. Not today.

Xavi barked, aggressively slamming his controller down onto the couch cushion. He paused the game and leveled a dark, alcohol-fueled glare right in my direction. "What the hell, Zee? I just lost the entire match because your giant ass finally decided to walk through the door." I didn't bother answering him right away, mostly because my attention was instantly pulled toward the far corner of the room. Damian was at it again. He was sprawled completely out in the oversized armchair, entirely bare-chested and barefoot, currently in the middle of a heavy, half-naked make-out session with some random chick.

I inhaled slowly, Focused, Steady. None of those words described me right now. “Alright,” Damian said, stepping back only slightly, “I’ll behave. For now. Show me what you have.” I turned the laptop so he could see. He bent forward, reading over my shoulder, one hand resting lightly on the back of my chair. I tried not to think about how close his breath was to my cheek. “That paragraph,” he said, pointing, “is perfect.” I nodded, relieved. “Good. Only twelve more sections to go.”

“You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?” Elena’s face burned. “I’m fine. What do you need?” Damon’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I need you to stop pretending you didn’t cum like a slut on my fingers in that alley. Sit down and take notes.” All day he was worse than usual , more demanding. But every time she bent over to grab a file, his eyes devoured her ass. Every time she crossed her legs, he stared at her thighs like he wanted to spread them right there.