Dixie Damelio Hot Novels & Stories

Cirella laughed so hard, she was clutching her stomach. "Come on Belle, he would not do that. He would just try to get into those pants of yours." Dante chuckled with his wife. Demos, which who in turn went by Dem in the human world, was one of her dancers when they practiced for tours and special events. He was a very big pervert but had a huge heart. She almost felt sad sometimes knowing how he lost his wife in childbirth. "Just promise me you will not over do it CiCi." Cirella unfolded her wings and sighed. "Alright I promise, now let me heal you so you can stop saying ow under your breath."

“Girl, what? That guy is nothing less than an 8! Please tell me if you have problems with your eyes, and I'll gladly book an appointment with an optometrist for you." Desiree rolled her eyes. She and Sasha seemed to have such varying opinions on what they considered hot. “No, seriously.” Sasha spoke again, gesturing wildly with her hands. “That guy is super hot. He's just like–” “Just like who? Damian?" Desiree teased. Sasha froze, her smile wiping off as she narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about? What has Damian got to do with anything?” Desiree smiled teasingly. “Oh, I don't know. Just that when I came to wake you up this morning, your bed was all wet, and you were moaning his nam

Date = 22 November Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) POV – Damion WARNING – sex scene!!! Her mouth closes around me, suction firm, deliberate, her tongue sliding where it knows damn well it shouldn’t. My knees buckle. “Mel,” I gasp, half warning, half prayer. She looks up at me — sinfully smug, devious, eyes glittering with mischief and intent. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Worse, she’s enjoying it.

They shook hands. There was an empty seat beside Isla, and Damien occupied it. He could feel the inner distress on Isla’s face, which made him smile. “I’m guessing you two are the only ones in our friend group who don’t know each other, so let me introduce you,” Callista said cheerfully. “Damien, this is Isla Khan, she’s the owner of this hotel and many other businesses, but she’s more known for her amazing jewelry. Isla, this is Damien Da Silva, he’s a model, brand ambassador for huge brands, and, you may not know, the owner of a private company, The Blue Flame Stone.”

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

"Dean will never find out. If you and Sierra get closer to one another, she will not think that you want Dean. She will think you are truly a good friend. And as for Dean, don't worry about him. What you need to think about is how to make him yours." Looking at Lisa, she sounds so confident, as if her plan is going to work. I really want Dean, but becoming friends with Sierra is something I didn't want to do. I hate her ever since she came into the castle, and seeing her face every day only makes me hate her more. I stand up and walk over to my window, standing there as I turn and stare at Lisa. "What plans did you make with Drake that his helping you out? Are you having an affair with him n

Damien helped position my waist to meet his groin area and spanked my butt. He slowly thrust inside my honeywell as he held my waist from behind. The feeling was out of the world. I moaned loudly as all his length entered me again. This time, Damien's dick was touching a sensitive part in my pussy. It was a sweet spot and I loved the feeling I got as he constantly hits it at every thrust. The sound of my butt against Damien's skin filled the room.

Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed in the firelight as he locked the door behind him. Victoria’s breath quickened. “I don’t want the celebrity version,” she whispered. “I want the raw one.” Damien’s eyes darkened. He crossed the room and pulled her into a deep, commanding kiss, his large hands sliding inside her robe to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the cool mountain air on her exposed skin made her shiver. He peeled the robe off slowly, letting it fall. The warm firelight danced across her naked body while the cold draft teased her hardening nipples.

"Since you're here, stay for a drink. I'll get the wine." As soon as Sylia disappeared into the kitchen, Damien leaned in, his breath hot against Rhema’s ear. "She's getting close," he whispered. "I know," Rhema breathed, her body humming. "It's terrifying." "Is it?" Damien’s hand slid down, gripping her backside firmly, pulling her against his thigh. "Or is it the most exciting thing that's ever happened to you?" "Mmm... both," she moaned softly. "Good," he growled. "Because the risk is what makes the reward so sweet

Maybe the members could actually help me, with that i decided to d******d the platform and get into the group. Operation: Seduce Damian is ongoing.