Đam Mỹ H Novels & Stories

55 | D A M I E N A N D M I C H E L L E U N D E R T H E M O O N L I G H T [ C O N T A I N I N G S E X U A L S C E N E ] *** Damien kissed and caressed Michelle's lips with his. The soft and rhythmic movement is getting hotter and faster with a faster tempo. The eyes of the two of them were both closed, looking very absorbed in the lustful game.

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.

“Enjoying the view?” Carmela’s breath caught in her throat. Damion’s gray eyes were open. And he was smirking. Panic shot through her. She screamed. In an instant, she flung herself off the bed, nearly tripping as she stumbled to her feet. “Y-you—why are you—why am I—?” Damion’s smirk widened as he propped himself up on his elbow, watching her with amusement. “You were touching my face just now, weren’t you?” His voice was lazy, teasing.

I'll make the news quickly and make sure everything goes well. Damien returned to the small town where Amelia lived because he was interested. Damien went to the bar where Amelia was singing one night. He walked in and chose a dark corner to sit in. He looked around to see if he could spot Amelia's face in the crowd. But not long after that, his eyes were drawn to a woman singing on stage. Her voice filled the room and made everyone feel warm and fuzzy inside. Amelia did it. Amelia was beautiful in a beautiful black dress and a charming smile. Her beautiful voice and expressive face could mesmerize anyone who heard her. Damien's face lit up with wonder and awe as he looked at her.

Damian mused inside his mind. After exchanging pleasantries and meeting the Amber coven’s leaders, Damian followed everybody inside last, still on the lookout. The view that opened before him after he entered through the open doors, held by a steward on each side of them, was truly a sight to behold and it stopped him in his tracks. On the other side of the most magnificent ballroom he ever laid eyes on, descending down a flight of stairs, he saw the most beautiful creature Moon Goddess ever designed under a burning Sun and a healing Moon. Whoever she was, she made each movement of her hand, a sway of her hair, or a gentle sweep of her dress a melody in its own right, and his soul danced to

DAMIAN’S POV She stood, shucking her blouse and bra, her massive breast spilling free; heavy, bouncing, nipples pink and peaked. She shimmed out of her pants and panties, revealing her shaved pussy, lips puffy and glistening with her arousal. “Oooh goooddd…. You’re so beautiful.” Climbing on, she straddled me carefully, her wet heat hovering over my cock. My eyes rolled back from the sheer heat and wetness teasing my tip of my shaft.

I pleaded. He gave me exactly what I wanted. Each thrust was strong, possessive, hitting the right spot every time. Sweat and c*m wetted our bodies. The sound of our skins slapping each other filled the room. When I cummed, the cream hit me like a wave. My whole body shook and I screamed his name. Damon groaned loud and cummed right after, spilling deep inside me. We lay together afterwards, and we held our breath. He pulled me hard to his chest with a greater force and kissed my forehead softly.

Almeera managed to make a vampire shudder in horror with just a glance as if she was more terrifying than the mythological creature. “You… refuse to be touched? Though I offer incomparable pleasure, Damian," she said, again. ***

What more could he possibly want? Damian was blessed with a true mate who could make any man’s head spin. Flesh and bone and gods above, she was extremely breathtaking, though even that word felt like an understatement for describing such finesse. A true mate like her was rare. Her body was a contradiction: curves that could tempt a saint to sin, and lips so pink they promised softness without even touching.

He asked, as he walked up to meet one of the strippers in a bikini, while Samantha turned to look at him. "I don't want you, but your sister. If I am to be honest, I don't feel a thing for you, and I don't want us to waste each other's time. You should convince your sister to accept my proposal," Damian said, as he stopped in front of one of the two strippers. "What's your name?" He asked the first woman with brunette hair, and she smiled at him. Her bi breasts were exposed, and her hips were seductive. She wore a red bikini and blushed. "Chloe."