Damien Haas X Reader Novels & Stories

"And now you're just... reading?" "I'm always reading at this hour." I stared at him, clearly displeased. Niara was watching the whole thing with smug satisfaction. Raze, I could feel through the bond, was practically vibrating with pleasure, a sentiment he was clearly broadcasting to Damian, who was stubbornly ignoring it. "I didn't know about this side of you," Damian murmured, still not looking up. "What side?" "The one that pretends not to care about things she very clearly cares about." I grabbed the second pillow. He caught that one too, not even flickering.

Emberlynn said, reaching out to touch it. She froze midway, gazing at Damien, who nodded his approval. "You can," He said. Emberlynn touched the book, her eyes snapping shut involuntarily as she felt the rough texture of the book. "I thought you might appreciate it. You have a curious mind, Ember," Damien whispered, and Emberlynn's eyes opened, smiling at him. He was thoughtful and not as selfish as she believed. "You didn't ask me what the rarest text is called," Damien said as he flipped the pages.

“I don’t know.” “His favorite books.” “What? That’s crazy. All that just to gatekeep a book?” Her heart skipped and she forced a smile but deep down, she was documenting every time Damian was saying. It could lead her to another major discovery. “What kind of books does he hide them behind again?” Damian laughed. “Something dramatic.. you know, like poetry and war. Sounds like him doesn’t it.” Leah forced a chuckle. “Classic Alex.” The next series of dialogue with Damian Were filled with forced laughter and things she could care less about. Minutes later, she made an excuse to go elsewhere but there was no other place in his mind than the study.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

We ducked under the overhang of the bookstore next door, the one where he had read me Keats in the narrow aisle, and stood in the small shelter of it while the rain came down around us and the city moved through its wet evening patterns beyond the awning's edge. Carlisle pushed his hair back from his forehead with one hand, rain-damp, and laughed quietly. "I don't think either of us planned for this." "No," I said. My voice sounded like it belonged to someone braver than me. We were close under the overhang, the rain reducing the available space between us, the golden light from the bookstore window falling across both of us in warm rectangles. I was aware of his proximity in every nerve end

But then he looks at Evarius who is smiling. He says, “I think we’ll be fine. Introduce me to your friend why don’t you?” “Well, Evarius this is Damion, although I think you already know that, and Damion you obviously know who this is.” “Nice to see you, Damion,” Evarius shakes Damion’s hand. “Yeah, same.” “So,” says Tasha, “what have you decided? Are you going to hand me the book?” “Of course, I want to. But I don’t have it.”

Emily nodded, feeling odd—as if she were in a dream. As Damien turned to leave a horrible thought occurred to her. "Erm... d—don't read them, okay?" she stammered. "The books, I mean. Please don't read them." Damien threw his head back and cackled. "I'm just guessing here, but I don't think they'd interest me much."

At this point, I regret telling Damon to take another car- he'd help me even if I didn't ask him to. Perhaps I look miserable, or maybe it's the constant hissing, but finally, Zeno had enough. He lets out a loud groan and glares at me. "Do you need any help there, Alpha Hades?" Is it weird that his tone kind of turns me on? Just like the look in his eyes? Maybe it's because of the strange effect this tiny Alpha has on me, but all I want to do is tease him. I drop the old bandage on the seat next to me and wiggle my eyebrows, "What kind of help, my dear wife?"

*** Xander stirred his coffee while waiting for Damien to join him in the study, finally Damien arrived, it appeared he just took a shower because the fresh scent of sandalwood and shampoo filled the air as soon as he stepped in. He was dressed in an ash polo and black jogger pants.. "So I'm here.. what's up" Xander sighed in relief, he placed the cup on the brown desk separating them before he picked up a file from the table... "I'm in a very big mess..and only you can help me out" Damien listened attentively to whatever Xander had to say.. "I've heard this line thousands of times from you..so what happened this time?" he inquired already bracing himself for the worst news he could get from

My breaths came in short gasps, my body trembling as the relentless sensations made my pussy throb with need. "God…" I whimpered, clutching his hair, desperate for something to hold onto as his tongue plunged into my pussy, exploring and claiming every inch. His movements were deliberate, coaxing and tormenting until I felt like I’d combust if denied release for even a second longer. "You taste so sweet, Hailey," Damien murmured against my heat, the vibration of his voice making me shudder. He inhaled deeply, savoring the moment before kissing my clit once more, "I could do this forever."