Novel & Cerita Damian X Raven

“Didn’t think you’d be this soft.” Lydia stood slowly, setting the glass down. “Soft? Sweetheart, the only thing soft in this room is the velvet under my thighs.” Raven stepped in close, breath tickling Lydia’s cheek. “Then let’s see how deep your claws go.” Damian said nothing—but his eyes never left them. His control was fraying, the power he held between them all—trembling on a wire. Lydia smiled, seductive and sharp. “Be careful, Raven. I bite.”

“I already told you, Raven I am not giving the throne back to you. I won’t do that.” I moved to stand directly in front of him. “And that meant you should declare war against me. One where you know you are going to kill me?” “You are not going to die. You are being dramatic.” “Dramatic? Really? How exactly am I going—“ “I don’t owe you any loyalty, Raven,” Damian said flatly. I stared at him. “What was I expecting? I don’t even know why we are arguing about this. Because now I remember we hate each other. Goodnight, Damien.”

A slow, eerie smile crept across his lips. "I cannot wait to watch you all burn." Damien cracked his knuckles, his eyes burning with unfiltered rage. "It’s time to kill this asshole," he said, his voice dark and unforgiving. He turned to Raven, his grip on Ryan’s collar tightening. "Do you want to do the honors together?" Raven tilted her head, considering. Then a slow, chilling smile spread across her lips. "I say instead of killing him, we make him suffer first. We make it last longer."

Much like Raven had control over the cave we had been in. She’d called him a cousin, our cousin. My stomach lurched. Was he just as powerful as Raven? More powerful? I didn’t know. I couldn’t know. But he wasn’t more powerful than Candido. He couldn’t be. Even if he was, Candido would find a way to save me. I just had to buy him time to get here. “Tsk, tsk. The goddess doesn’t like to have her sacrifices run away.” Damian said. “And is that really any way to treat me? I’m family. I just need a bit of help from you and we can all be on our way.”

“I choose myself first. These twins are mine. I will raise them here while I train and learn the truth about my blood. No one owns me.” Damon nodded slowly. “Then train with me. I will help you grow stronger.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “This is not over. I will return.” He shifted into his big black wolf and ran back into the woods. The pack started to leave, whispering loudly. Cassandra blinked at me, giving one hateful look at me as she left That night, after my twin pups fell asleep with Scarlett, I met Damon in the deepest woods. Moonlight lit the side of the woods where we had been together before.

He threw her onto the massive bed and fucked her in every position — missionary, doggy, riding him, against the window overlooking the city. He was relentless. Skilled. Addictive. Raven had to remind herself this was a job. She had to deliver the kiss. But when he finally came deep inside her with a deep groan, filling her womb with thick ropes of cum, she almost forgot her mission entirely. Damien stayed buried inside her, grinding slowly, staring into her eyes with dark intensity. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured. “But so am I.” Raven smiled seductively and leaned up to kiss him — the killing kiss.

Raven wore only a long, sheer black robe open at the front and sky-high heels. Damien sat in a wide lounge chair, fully dressed, watching her. “Dance for me,” he ordered. Raven danced like a temptress — slow, sensual movements, the robe slipping off her shoulders, her hands sliding over her breasts, down her stomach, between her thighs. She never broke eye contact. When she straddled him, rubbing her bare, soaked pussy along the thick ridge of his cock through his pants, Damien finally snapped. He gripped her hips and guided her movements, letting her grind harder, faster, until she was moaning his name.

She knew if she broke one little rule, it can be used against her kingdom at the International Court. Dragomir was the third son of King Othello, the warrior who defeated Orion’s coven. A man of few words, who would go to great lengths to seek vengeance. Atarah knew this because it wasn’t their first meeting. He was the only man who challenged her in battle, who drove her to the edge of the cliff, who knew what she was capable of.

Hearing Isabella's sensitive voice, Raven scratched his head awkwardly. "Then... What do you assume?" It became Isabella's flip to ask. She had defined her state of affairs completely. Then what did Raven think about her? "Do you assume... I could damage my promise with you and suck different humans' blood casually?" Isabella whispered, slowly drawing near Raven's face. Raven couldn't solution immediately. Then he organized to talk. . . . …..

the count duke of valeria spoke rather angrily but damian wasn't bothered about any of that. "I can't believe his majesty sent lackeys to deliver his message when he could actually come to me himself. tell your king to stop sending his lapdogs to me and come to me directly. i, damian savage doesn't take orders from anyone.`` Damian spoke without any fear and this further infuriated them the more.. they haven't seen anyone as arrogant as the prince.. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. He isn't afraid of the king or anyone in the kingdom for that matter..