Yandere Damian Wayne X Reader 소설 & 이야기

He knew Xavier was also drooling, impatiently waiting to embrace his Luna. He could clearly see how soaked Elara's white underwear was, saturated with his essence dripping down her thighs. Damian seized one of Elara's thighs and supported it up on the table. Elara didn't feel an ounce of shame, even though Damian could see her flower drenched in desire. "Lick me, Damian," Elara whispered, and with that command, Damian lost control completely, devouring Elara's flower. He pulled off Elara's underwear, granting him full access to her hidden desires.

I go to protest when he holds his hand, stopping me. “You can train with my warriors, but only the female wolves. I will not have another male putting his hands on you.” I snicker, “Possessive much, Damian?” He snarls as he whispers in my ear, “It is bad enough. I know Tyler has touched you; if another man does, I will kill him.” “For goodness sake, Damo, don't be a fucking idiot.” He growls as he drags me away from the arena and whispers furiously,

I asked huskily. "In a minute," Bryan laughed. "I'm afraid if I touch you again, I'll spew without even getting inside you." Damian chuckled behind me, his hand now kneading one of my breasts. He was well on his way to another erection. I wriggled my bottom so I rubbed against him. "Someone's hungry today," I teased. "You have no idea," Damian growled, bending his head so he was nuzzling at my neck. I felt my eyes go sleepy. I was still throbbing down south and needed to be filled. I reached for Bryan's erection and gave him a good stroke. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting into my hand.

Nadlyn said with a sharp look. Damian returned Nadlyn's sharp gaze, extending his hand to cup Nadlyn's cheeks and bringing his face closer to hers. Damian's eyes focused on Nadlyn's pinkish-red lips, with half of them still damaged. He struggled to look at that damaged side, imagining how beautiful Nadlyn would be with her whole face intact, not less attractive than Rachel. Nadlyn's heart raced faster; she knew what was on Damian's mind, but she could only stay silent and wait for what Damian was going to do until finally, she closed her eyes as she felt Damian's gentle touch on her lower lip.

He stated and the second his name left his lips I felt all hope come crashing down around me. Damian. Cali’s Damian. He was Cali’s boyfriend. I stumbled over my own feet and almost tripped as I turned my head away from him, but he held me tight. Suddenly though I wished he would let me go. Even if it did mean falling flat on my face. This was Cali’s Damian. The woman who had just saved my life, the amazing badass shifter that torched our captor with the flames that erupted from her body while she was getting us out of that hell hole that I had been stuck in for the last six months.

I cry out and my body jerks backwards which forces his dick deep into my ass. "Cazzo! Oh fuck I'm going to cum," I warn and Damian slows down. "Not yet my love," he says and pulls out of me. My legs tremble as he holds my hand and walks me to the cross. I step up and let him restrain my wrists and ankles so I'm facing the wood. His hand brushes against my sensitive hole and I let out a breathy moan. "How does a whip sound?" Damian asks and my muscles tense up on instinct. "Sì, please mark my body," I reply. I take a few deep breaths as Damian walks to go get a whip. I hear it crack a few times as Damian gets used to using it.

Damien looked cold, but I felt his dangerous aura in my spine. Andy crawled to me and tried to touch me in front of Damien. My world spinned around in seconds, what was Damien making Anderson do to me?. I kept staring at Damien with teary eyes and looked at me without pity. Did he think I was cheating on him? My mind diverted. As Andy tried to pat my legs, he stopped and begged Damien again. “I.. I didn't know what came over me , please I am sorry" Andy cried like a baby. Damien laughed. “Sorry? You wanted her? Wasn't that your word? She is in front of you now, friend! Have her” Damien dropped his leg and stood up. He walked around the sitting room and got back to us.

"But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed." Very quickly, I opened my eyes. Damon was making out with her. He was sleeping with my friend, Cassandra. "No, I can't believe this..." I whimpered, my eyes growing red instantly. The box of pizza slipped off my hands and the snacks littered the floor. I couldn't control it. "Damon, how dare you sleep with my friend?!" "Annie..." Damon said, surprised that I was present watching both of them fuck in bed. "Go deeper, Damon," Cassandra rasped, holding deep breaths to take the pleasure in as she enjoyed it the most. "What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?"

“He will. Because men like Damien don’t love — they consume.” She swallowed hard. “And you’re different?” “Yes.” She laughed — a tiny, disbelieving sound. “I don’t even know you.” “You should.” My voice dropped lower. “You really should.” She stepped back again, but I grabbed her wrist — gently, not enough to alarm anyone watching, but firmly enough to keep her attention. “Listen to me,” I said. “Damien is spiraling. His obsession is turning into something dangerous. He won’t let you breathe without choking on his shadow.”

I pull back like nothing happened, like my heart isn’t slamming against my ribs, like I didn’t just light a match and toss it between us. “Because Elara Hale is a gambling addict,” I say calmly. “But that’s not respectable enough for her circle, so she does it in auction houses instead. She tells herself it’s different while she burns millions on things she doesn’t even want—” Damien cuts me off. His mouth crashes into mine hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I gasp as his hand grips the roof of the car and he leans in, deep, demanding, pressing my cheek with brutal precision.