Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 111: Exhausted...

Chapter 111: Exhausted...

"Okay, fine. You win. But this is the last one."

"No promises."

"What?!"

"You heard me. Now, focus and let me revel in this moment. I’ll go quiet."

"Ugh. I hate you."

"No, you don’t. You love me."

"Whatever," Evelina retorted, shutting Relia’s words out as Damian spread her legs apart, his hands holding her in place as he leaned forward.

He was hard already, and his shaft rubbed against her, slick and hot and ready.

A whimper escaped her, and Damian groaned as his hands gripped her thighs tightly.

"You’re ready again?" he murmured, his voice husky with lust.

"More like ready again," Evelina muttered, feeling his arousal grow stronger by the second.

"It’s you," he breathed, his words a caress against her ear. "You do this to me."

"Really?" she whispered.

"Oh, yes."

He lowered his head and licked her skin, the sensation causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"Damian," she moaned.

"Mmm," he replied absentmindedly as he pushed his cock into her, causing her body to arch and her legs to curl around his waist.

His hand moved down her thighs and cupped her ass, squeezing gently as he began to thrust.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

"Ohhhh," Damian groaned, his movements becoming more forceful and frantic as he moved.

She could feel his length pushing inside her, filling her completely, and she felt herself getting wetter with each thrust.

"Damian," she cried, her hands gripping his hair as he continued to pound into her, his pace increasing.

"Evelina," he grunted, his grip tightening around her legs.

He grabbed both of her legs, raising them to rest on his shoulder, giving him better access.

She cried out, her body shuddering as his dick hit her deeper than before.

"You feel so good," she panted, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her.

"So do you," he growled, his lips grazing her ear.

He was moving faster now, his strokes becoming more intense as his cock slid in and out of her, driving her wild.

"Damian," she moaned, her body writhing beneath him.

"Don’t come until I say so," he ordered, his voice stern.

"Yes, Sir," she replied breathlessly.

Her whole body trembled as she struggled to hold back her climax, her pussy pulsating and aching.

"Please," she begged, her voice breaking.

"Not yet," he growled.

"Damian," she pleaded, her entire body quivering uncontrollably.

"Not yet," he repeated.

"Please," she whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"Soon," he promised.

She moaned, her hands clawing at the bedsheets, her hips rocking wildly.

"Please," she gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Hold on a bit more, love."

"Damian," she whimpered, her voice shaking.

"Not long," he assured her.

"Please," she begged.

"Not yet," he insisted.

She cried out, her entire body shaking violently.

"Now," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

"Thank God," she moaned.

And then, he slammed into her, burying his length deep within her.

"OHHHHH!" she screamed, her entire body tensing and shaking as her orgasm exploded throughout her, causing her vision to go white and her ears to ring.

She writhed and thrashed beneath him, her body convulsing wildly, her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock.

Her raised legs were shaking as well, her toes curling, and her knees jerking uncontrollably.

She could barely breathe as the pleasure coursed through her, her body going rigid as she climaxed again.

"DAMIAN," she screamed, her voice hoarse from her cries.

He roared in ecstasy, his whole body quaking with pleasure.

He was on the edge, and his body was responding, his cock swelling inside her, his balls tightening.

"EVELINA," he growled, his entire frame convulsing.

He slammed into her one last time, his whole body tensing as his seed poured into her, filling her to the brim.

She came again, her pussy contracting and releasing as his cum filled her, her entire body quivering with pleasure.

"OHHHHHHH," she cried out, her voice ringing throughout the room.

He collapsed onto her, his whole body shaking, his heart racing.

"Fuck," he groaned, his body still shuddering.

He was breathing hard, his eyes half-closed, his chest heaving.

She was breathing heavily, her body covered in sweat, her hair matted against her face.

They were both exhausted, their bodies spent.

"That was..." Evelina trailed off, unable to formulate her thoughts.

"Mind-blowing?" Damian supplied.

"You blew my mind already before, and you did it again," she murmured, her eyes drifting shut.

"That’s good," Damian chuckled.

"Mmm," she agreed, her voice drowsy.

"Rest, love," he told her.

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The next morning, Evelina woke up feeling wrecked.

Every muscle in her body ached, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. She groaned, shifting slightly, only to wince as a deep soreness spread through her thighs.

"Welcome back from Ecstasy Kingdom,

Evelina rolled onto her side, groaning. "Yeah, well, welcome back to the reality of our problems," she muttered, rubbing her sore legs.

She reached out instinctively, expecting to find the comforting warmth of Damian beside her, but—

Nothing.

Her hand met empty sheets.

Frowning, she opened her eyes fully and blinked against the morning light. The space next to her was cold.

Damian was gone.

A strange unease crept into her chest. He wouldn’t have just left without saying something, right? Not after everything that had happened between them last night.

Except he had something urgent to attend to.

With a deep breath, Evelina forced herself to sit up, wrapping the sheets around her bare body. She hated how weak she felt, how her legs trembled when she swung them off the bed.

"Damn, he really did a number on us," Relia mused. "Should we be impressed or concerned?"

"Shut up," Evelina grumbled as she dragged herself toward the bathroom.

The warm water helped ease the soreness, and as she massaged her aching muscles, Evelina realised that the pain was already fading. Her body, though exhausted, had already begun healing—her werewolf nature working quickly to mend the deep ache in her limbs.

Still, the lingering anxiety pressing against her ribs didn’t fade as easily.

By the time she stepped out, towelling herself dry, she noticed something she hadn’t before—

A change of clothes, neatly folded, was placed on the bed.

Her stomach tightened.

She wasn’t alone.

Someone had been here.

And it wasn’t Damian.

Neither was it Jasper.

Evelina’s body tensed as she looked around the room. Her eyes focused on a shadowy corner, where a figure sat with crossed legs and a knowing smirk on her face.

Selene.

"Well, well, well..." Selene’s voice was smooth and had a hint of amusement mixed with something almost cruel. She tilted her head, her sharp gaze scanning over Evelina’s almost bare body with a mockery that made Evelina uncomfortable. "If it isn’t the prostitute herself."