Damiano David Nude Novels & Stories

Claire turned in my direction just as I was pulled down and away from the rest of the fight. I landed hard on the other side. Damian stood over me, smiling down at me. He eyed me, dragging his gaze over my body. I could practically feel his gaze as if he was running his hands over my skin. My stomach turned. “Hmm… If I had known you were going to dress like a virgin sacrifice, I might have worn something a little more in style,” he chuckled. “Maybe a long dark robe?” “Stay away from me,” I said, pushing myself away from him. “Stay away from me. Candido—”

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,

Condom on, he leaned in, pressed two fingers against her, and rubbed. “Are you still there, piccola?” She bucked against his hand. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?” He did one slow circle around her clit as he answered. “Yes. I want you as crazy as you’ve made me, as hungry, as mindless.” “Well, then… take me already, because I’m going out of my mind, Damiano…” His gaze met hers. Damiano’s smile was wolfish, but it faded. Whatever he saw on her face, he knew what she needed. He came over her in a rippling display of gorgeously delineated biceps, washboard abs, and long, thick cock.

“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.

My brain was too full of angry hockey captain and complicated family drama. The bathroom door creaked open and Damian walked out with nothing but a towel slung low around his waist. His hair was wet, water droplets sliding slowly down his neck, over his defined chest, tracing the ridges of his abs before disappearing into the towel. That sharp V-line pointed like an arrow to sin. I’d seen him naked before, but fuck… my mouth still went dry. I couldn’t stop staring. Salivating, really. I was so lost in the view that I didn’t notice him moving closer until he was right in front of me. He bent down suddenly, his face inches from mine, dark eyes locked on me.

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.

I took my seat close to him but not too close in case I needed to escape a sudden attack from him. Damian suddenly clapped his hand and out of nowhere about six beautiful human ladies came out and they were all completely naked. Oh my! What is this?