Novel & Cerita Damiano David Age

I said mostly to myself. Damien came and sat on the bed in front of me with a proud grin, “You’re amazing, Abby,” he said as he put a hand on my knee, his eyes had returned to their crystal clear blue, filled with adoration. “How long have you known me, Damien?” “About nineteen years,” he responded. I became confused, “I’m only eighteen though,” he chuckled.

“You… you think about me?” Damien let out a short, humorless laugh. “More than I should. You’re Marcus’s sister. You’re only eighteen. I’m twenty-one. This could blow up everything.” “I know,” I said softly. But I didn’t move away. “Yet here you are.” He ran a hand through his messy hair, jaw clenched. “Yeah. Here I am. Fighting the urge to do what I’ve wanted to do since I saw you in that swimsuit today.”

I smiled. “Why are you smiling?” “He’s like my second father.” “Jeez. Thanks for making me look old.” “You’re in your forties. So does Damian. He’s been my bodyguard since I was nine. He’s the youngest to be hired, but treats me like his kid. I can tell you he’s a good man who doesn’t have time to date. Now that he’s working behind the desk, he should be back on his horse.” “He’s here, and I’m there.”

I wished someone would love me just as much as Damien and my parents loved her. This was Sophia’s and my first mating ceremony, but it was Damien’s second. The first one was when he was eighteen, but unfortunately, he didn’t find his mate. Obviously, his mate wasn’t of age yet or was not in the pack. I was only fifteen then, and Sophia was thirteen, so neither of us could participate. But now Damien is twenty-three, I’m twenty, and Sophia is eighteen, so Damien is certain that Sophia is his mate.

Her fingers twitched, itching to brush her hand against his chest till those stiff muscles melted beneath her hand. Damian’s muscles clenched, and he watched discreetly as her nipples hardened beneath the black satin dress, calling onto his hand. She is too small, he reminded, dismissing the thought, but that didn’t stop his eyes from dragging around her body. Small hands, thin waist, curvy hips, fat ass. Damn it! He could pull her closer and fuck her so damn hard until she came on his cock. But she was small… too small… she was probably 22… or younger than the kind of girls he fucked. He was 30 and only dealt with ladies who were mid-20s, not some small college girl who probably didn’t know

“That’s what I thought. No matter what I said, you wouldn't believe me. She is your beloved sister, someone you trust so much, even more than your own mother. You repeatedly told me not to inform anyone of our arrangement, yet you told her. And me? Who am I to you? A contractual fiancée, a contractual Luna. What we have is fake. Everything is fake. I’m just another she-wolf who needed your help and in turn could help you too, and more than that, an easy toy you could use whenever you needed to fuck so the Elders wouldn’t see you fucking others and found out whatever we have is just a sham.” I knew my words were harsh. I knew I shouldn't have said any of those words, but I couldn’t keep them

Damian said, and added “ This is life ” They parked near a shady alley and Damian stepped out of the driver’s seat. He wore a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots. So far from royal robes and ceremonial armor he may as well have been someone else entirely. He was no longer a prince today. Just a twenty year old guy with too much energy and a hunger for something real, for his mate and freedom. “You look like the love interest in a high school drama,” Kevin smirked. “If the girls weren’t staring before, they definitely will now.”

A shiver ran down her spine. “What?” Damien sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “I was young when I met her. Eighteen. She was older twenty-two. She was beautiful, smart… and she had secrets of her own.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “I thought I knew her. I thought I could protect her.” Sienna’s heart thudded painfully. “Protect her from what?” He hesitated, his fingers curling into fists. “From the people who wanted her dead.”

I looked around the room with my most innocent smile, some people could be touchy about their age and I didn’t want to offend. “I’ll have you know I’m thirty years young, guys am I right?” Damien waves the hand holding his drink. “A stud through and through, old enough to get the job done and young enough to know what’s up” “Don’t ever say that again, you sound fucking ridiculous man” Rollings warned, disappointment painted heavily on his pretty boy features and I swallowed back a knot of laughter in my throat. A frown appeared between Damien's brows, making him look young as he scratched a hand over his scruff “That made sense”

it heals. “E-Erickson...I-I killed him. So that I can have an alibi with you. Forgive me Amber.” I know, I saw...in his memory when I tasted his blood. "And Damien...he's still 12 years old, people's age when he wakes up. His aging did not stop but the aging of his body remained young for several hundred years. And when he woke up, that's when his body started to age and it stopped for now. He is only five years older than us Amber.”