Damien Priest Height Novels & Stories

This dude is going to think I'm dramatic. "Well, that sucks but at least you have one new friend." Damien shoots me a wink and my cheeks heat up again. Be cool Rose. He probably winks at every girl. I mean look at him. With his dark brown chocolate hair, eyes bluer than the deepest part of the ocean, a good 6 inches taller than me, bulging tan arms, probably from football, and a voice that would make an angel weep, he can literally have any girl he wants. "Thank you." I whispered

He is that kind of mate I had always dreamed about. The moon goddess would match us. I prayed under my voice even as Damien held me closer. He would notice my attention was moving away from him but I succeed in disguising it when he tried to look at my face. The blue eyes guy is all I wanted now. I was fighting the irresistible urge to run up on him and curl my hands around him. Leaning my neck on his broad shoulder. He seems to be 5 ft 10 and I am 5ft, we would match nevertheless or I would always wear a heel when I want to hug him. I know I may sound stupid perhaps I am losing it around him.

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

Charlie P.O.V. I watched Damien out of the corner of my eye as he moved to the line of clothes Paxton had left up overnight to dry. Paxton was probably the closest to Damien's height, but Damien's thighs and hips were a lot larger and way more muscular than Paxton's. My jaw dropped as Damien pulled them on, getting the zipper up a few inches but leaving the button undone. The trail of dark hair leading down beneath the fabric made me very happy indeed, and I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling.

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.

It was the sound of her world shrinking. The door opened. Damian stood in the frame. The light from the hallway spilled around him, turning him into a towering, backlit shadow. He wasn’t the CEO tonight. He wasn’t the man in the suit. He was wearing low-slung gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt that strained across his chest. His feet were bare. His hair was messy, falling over his forehead. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, walked to his private elevator, and descended ten floors into hell.

My asshole still burned from the brutal pounding he’d given it, my throat raw from choking on his cock, and my cunt throbbed with the constant reminder that he had used me like a worthless set of fuckholes all night. Damien loomed over me, his powerful 6'4" frame glistening with sweat, silver-streaked hair messy, dark bourbon eyes blazing with unquenched obsession. His heavy cock—still semi-hard and slick with our filth—rested against my swollen pussy lips as he read Sophia’s latest text aloud in a mocking tone.

Damien emerged from the car, standing tall at six-foot-four, the lights flaring from the dome, glinting off his styled, long blonde hair, giving him some kind ofl halo. His custom designed suit was black and hugged his muscular frame sharply, the material stretching across his broad shoulders. A simple Paul Newman Daytona Rolex peeked out from under the cuffs of his sleeves as he straightened his tie. The crowd gave an audible gasp in unison at the sight of him, then started screaming in a frenzy at the next instant. The cameras flashed wildly as the reporters yelled "Over here, Mr Romero! Over here!" The crowd was wild and shocked at Damien's appearance. It's been five years since the Greek

I replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.

Damian declared with a glint of anticipation in his eyes, his excitement palpable. My gaze met his, and I couldn't help but acknowledge his undeniable attractiveness. Standing at an imposing six feet tall, he possessed dark brown hair expertly styled in the latest fashion. Presently, his hair fell in a tousled manner, as if he had casually ruffled it to frame his face. However, there was something unsettling about his piercing eyes. Their intense blue hue seemed to possess an eerie transparency, making me wary and cautious. "Hurry up, or I'll add extra lashes to your punishment," Damian urged impatiently, his eagerness pushing him forward.