Damiano David Nude Novels & Stories

Nora clocked it. [@SpiceShelf: Take out Crimson Vow. I need to see the heir short-circuit.] [@MafiaMutt: Shirtless Damian behind that door? Paywall energy.] I admitted it. I had a mean streak. I took out the lipstick, clicked the cap loose, and pretended to study the last page of the file. Then I let the tube roll slowly between my fingers. The lounge door swung open so fast it nearly hit the wall. Damian stood there in nothing but dark trousers. His shirt was gone, leaving broad shoulders, a lean waist, and an old pale scar under his ribs on full display. He looked dangerous, half dressed, and much less composed than he wanted to be.

Yet Kneeling in the sand, she looked up and tugged at both sides of her dress. I shook my shoulders to let him fall. I stayed in my peach bra and thong, a slight tremor rippling through me, trying to tell myself this wasn't worse. than wearing a bikini. "What beautiful lingerie." Damien got up, took off his shorts and kicked them away. Naked, the silver moonlight over the body, the tattoos circling both arms, he was primal and gorgeous. and extremely male, with swollen penis rising in front of his belly. Despite the desire inside me, I whispered,

The look Damiano sent her was pure sex, half knowing smile, half wicked intent. Lord, that man could charm even a saint. “So sexy…” he groaned, then kneeled in front of her. Thea looked down. Damiano was mere inches from the patch of curly hair between her legs. He had stripped her totally naked, but was still completely dressed… Just like what was happening between them. She was laid bare, stripped of control, while he still had his completely intact. The thought aroused her. And worried her, but not for long. “Pure heaven…” he added, breathing against her sex.

“Then why are we naked here?” “I wanted to see what I’ve craved. There’re other things we can do. Now don’t move.” Damien said. He stroked his shaft with a firm as he lay beside April. “Come closer. On your hands and knees over me. Straddle my body. Yes, didn’t you already do this with David? “No.”

She had fallen helplessly, hopelessly in love with that devastatingly handsome man. Damian was six-foot-three, wearing nothing but a simple T-shirt and jeans, yet his powerful muscles were impossible to ignore—like those of a wild beast. His features looked as if God Himself had sculpted them with divine precision. God, he was gorgeous. She was certain that if he stood among the statues in an Italian gallery, people would pay just to see him.

He sure knew what to say, and I found myself feeling wet, wanting to feel his kisses. I opened the attachment, and OMG He'd sent a full-body nude picture in high quality. He was lying down naked, surrounded by BDSM equipment. His whole body was muscular but not too much, and his dick! My God, his dick was huge! It was standing straight up, and I could hardly look away. I was thinking, "it's been so long, I really need to feel a man again." I closed the picture and went to the last email, from David .I clicked on the innocent-looking envelope, and his message popped up:

And just on cue, the door creaks open and I spin, still clutching the towel around me. Damian walks in like he owns the air in the room, casual and unhurried, his black shirt rolled at the sleeves, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and a smirk that makes my skin crawl. “Good morning, beautiful mate,” he says with a cruel tilt of his head, eyes flicking to the box. “You like pink lingerie, don't you? Go ahead. Put it on.” My blood turns to ice. “What…?” I whisper. He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he walks to the corner of the room, pulls out a sleek black tripod, and mounts a camera on it facing the bed.

Nat grinned at Rai and Damian. I looked at Rai; he was looking at the screen in awe. I looked at Damian, and I could see the disbelief in his eyes, mixed with just a hint of desire. “Wait till you see the rest,” Nat said proudly. The screen kept changing to pictures of me in various sensual poses. The last one was of my pretending to have an orgasm. I blushed again when I remembered what Damian had made me do for that pose. I had to admit that Nat was a great photographer, though.

Meanwhile, David ripped her silk panties and filled her with him and she moaned as they connected and he threw his head back in pleasure. His thrusts powerful, Maya was sure if she were standing up, she would've her collapsed. The penetrations were fuller and more exotic. He ripped open her peach blouse and collected the fullness of her big and perky breast in his palms, kneading them, kissing her breasts, running the tip of his tongue around her areolas and blowing air on each of the rosy tight buds. With one final tug on her nipple and thrust they came apart, their nerves on fire. David carried Maya and laid her on the bed with elegance with only someone of his enigma can manage. Specimen.

It was someone else's. "It isn't over." I ran a shaky hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. It was just a dream. That's all it was. And yet, deep down, I wasn't sure I really believed that. A soft rustling pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to find Damon sitting in the chair by the window, his gaze fixed on me. He was shirtless, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and the way the moonlight highlighted the sharp angles of his face made him look almost otherworldly.