Novel & Cerita Damon And Katherine

“That came from a woman, Jonathan. I’m sure of that. I had been with women too many times before that I would recognize one just by the sound they are making. Who on Earth was that? Have you found a human lover that’s why you didn’t want to come back anymore?” “Enough. I need to go now, Damon.” “But-“ “When it’s time, you wouldn’t need to ask. You will find me standing at the Castle gates. That time was just not right now.” Damon was still complaining when I pressed the end button. I ran upstairs and knocked on Katherine’s door. It was locked. As it should. “Katherine, are you okay? Let me in.” “No,” she said in a feeble voice. “I’m fine. I can handle this.”

The minister’s words concluded, signatures were signed, and the chapel emptied except for us. We were alone. --- The suite overlooking the city was quiet, private. The bustling world outside didn’t exist here—only the soft hum of the air conditioner, the gentle glow of the lamps, and the slow rhythm of our shared breaths. Damon removed his jacket, setting it aside, and turned to me. “Six months,” he said softly, “and we make it work without… mistakes.” I met his eyes, and for the first time since this began, I allowed myself to let my guard down. “We’ll do what we must,” I whispered, stepping closer.

“I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.” “If you’re so sure I’m lying…” Carter’s eyes flashed, “then kill me. Right now.” Damon stepped forward, lips curled in disgust. “Too easy.” He stared Carter down like he was filth beneath his boots. “If she’s real,” Damon said coldly, “if Tatiana’s really the one pulling your strings, then let her come for you. Let her crawl through the shadows and save you.” He turned, already walking. “Prove it,” he said over his shoulder. “Or rot.”

Under Laure's attentive gaze, Katherine finally picked up the glass of wine and drank it down, she said thank you and quickly left, but before she had taken a few steps, she felt dizzy, making her legs soft. “Where do you want to go?” Amy, after returning behind the bar, was called away by someone else, by the time she returned, Katherine had already left. I thought there would be no chance to thank her, but I never expected to see her again. Seeing that Katherine didn't answer, Amy asked again, "Where do you want to go? Let me take you away.” "No need." Katherine finally came to her senses a little, she pushed Amy away lightly and staggered forward.

He removed his hand from her clothes and put it on her waist before flipping her over and then remaining on top of her while they continued with whatever they were doing… lips locked. They were both having a hot moment when a creak from the door alerted them that someone had walked in and on breaking the kiss, they saw Damien standing at the door, fury evident all over his face. They got up in fear. Not waiting for an explanation from Alex , Damien took out his sword. “Today is the day you die, Alex, ” he said angrily.

They ended the meeting and walked away to do their part. Lilian and Damone remained. “I won’t lie to you but it’s killing me honestly but I don’t have a choice. I just want to say this now because I might never get to say this to you close,” Damon said. “I’m glad that I got to marry you. I mean if you weren’t here, I’d be mated with another and you’d watch me from afar and I wouldn’t have memories of you. “Thank you, Lilian. Thank you for coming to be with me for at least one lifetime. Thank you for being my wife and for always protecting me. Constantly I had people who wanted me dead but you protected me and I’d forever be grateful for that,” he told her sincerely.

“For my beautiful wife, Katherina Blackwood.” She grinned, sitting taller. “Oh, babe, you didn’t have to—” “But I want to,” he interrupted smoothly. Damien looked at her, eyes cold but calm. “To Katherina,” he began, “the woman who stood by me through storms and scandals. The mother of my children. The woman who taught me that love… can also destroy you.” There were a few awkward chuckles, unsure if he was joking. He continued, voice sharpening. “To the woman who smiled to my face while sharing my brother’s bed.”

No wonder Dad was so eager for this union. “Zara, darling,” a woman with perfectly coiffed blonde hair approached me, her smile polite but her eyes sharp. “I’m Catherine Kings, Damien’s mother. It’s lovely to finally meet you.” I smiled, shaking her hand. “Thank you, Mrs. Kings.” Her gaze seemed to assess me. Then she nodded, apparently satisfied. “You’re lucky, dear. The Kings family is powerful—more powerful than you realize.” Her voice was sweet, but I sensed an edge. “We expect a lot.”

The water continued to wash over them, yet it could not cool the heat that had just erupted. Damian did not let her go immediately. He held her tightly, his face buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent that seemed to drug him. His jaw tightened, holding back something unspoken. Only the sound of the water and their heavy breathing filled the room. Finally, Damian pulled back, looking at the exhausted woman in his arms. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a mixture of possession and warning. Wordlessly, he leaned back and kissed her lips in a long, drawn-out kiss that was more like a vow, leaving no room for rejection.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.