Damien Haas X Reader Novels & Stories

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."

X18+ ahead please, if you're not comfortable with such scenes, skip it! This is a dark romance book. Damon plundered Neah's lips like a hungry beast. Lifting her up in his arms as Neah wrapped her legs around his waist, his fingers brushes towards her back as he caresses the soft skin. "Hmmm Dam-- Damon~~"Neah said with shaky and unsteady breaths. Her hands ran through into his soft silky black hair as she moaned into his lips.

Eli’s mouth goes dry. “You watch,” Damian says. “Don’t touch.” Damian finishes undressing slowly—deliberately—never breaking eye contact. With every inch of newly revealed skin, Eli’s breath grows uneven. When Damian steps toward him fully bare, Eli’s lips part in awe. Damian smirks. “You like what you see.” “I… yes…” “Say it properly.” Eli’s voice trembles. “I like what I see, Damian. I want you.” “That’s better.”

Damien was already gone, had moved through these rooms and into the elevator without me hearing him, which meant he had been quiet about it, which meant he had not wanted me to know. I stood in the hallway for a moment. I thought about what Marcus had said. He can’t see her face. Three years Damien had been reading people through sound and air and the weight of presence and he was extraordinary at it, better than most people with full sight, but Lena knew that. Lena had spent seven years learning exactly how he read rooms and she had come to this building with a lawyer and terms and a private meeting she had engineered specifically, just the two of them, which meant she was planning to say s

This was the kind of thing that happened in romance novels, not real life. Except it was happening. Damien Hale, the most powerful and private man in the world, had decided she belonged to him based on fifteen minutes of conversation and absolute certainty. She should be angry. Should shut this down immediately. Instead, she found herself typing: Seraphine: You’re very sure of yourself. Damien: Always. It’s kept me alive and successful for thirty-four years. I trust my instincts, and my instincts about you are louder than anything I’ve experienced before. Seraphine: What if your instincts are wrong?

Anna smiled, while scrolling through her phone for more pictures of Damien. Arya’s eyes shook as she saw each picture and realization hit her. Mr. Wade, her romance counselor was Sir Damien! How in the damn world had that happened?

Damien held my hips upward with his hands and buried his face in between my legs. I was floating on a pleasure island. I couldn't get used to the feelings I was getting. Before I could understand what he was doing to me, he was doing something else. Damien raised his head and took his hands away from my hips. “You taste like honey baby". Damien's words made my pussy squished. Subconsciously, I moaned at his words.

I lean for a few seconds on the counter before removing my blazer as I walk upstairs, burnt out and with a heavy heart. I check the balcony of Damian is there but he wasn’t so I am sure he is inside his room. I turn the knob right and sees him reading a book on his table. He look up at me and sigh before going back to the book he is reading. That’s it. I don’t want bullsh8ts while we share the same sheets.

Aella got tired of playing with Aeyra, so after setting her meal for the night, she put Aeyra back in the cage and walked into the room to shower. That was where I met Damien, standing shirtless and holding his phone with a frown. "What's the matter, Damien?" Aella asked, drawing back Damien's attention. "Huh, it's nothing," Damien replied as he dropped the phone on the table. Aella looked at him more, and she walked into the shower. Soon she was out, and Damien was already asleep.