Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 128: Touching for a Vision?

Chapter 128: Touching for a Vision?

"It’s... complicated. They don’t always come when I want them to. Sometimes it’s a touch—an object or a person. Sometimes they happen on their own. And sometimes, I see things I don’t understand until much later."

Damian frowned slightly, his sharp mind clearly working through her words. "Does it hurt?"

Evelina hesitated before giving a small shrug. "It depends. Some are... clearer than others. But it’s not something I can fully control."

Damian watched her closely as she spoke, noting how her lips curled slightly as she thought and how the firelight danced in her deep brown eyes.

She was fascinating.

More than that—she was his.

Storm stirred restlessly inside him, watching her just as intently. "She’s strong," he murmured. "And ours."

"I know," Damian admitted.

His wolf huffed, amusement threading through his voice. "She should know it too."

Damian smirked.

Evelina raised a brow. "What?"

He leaned forward, voice dropping to something smoother, softer—dangerous in a way that made her stomach tighten.

"So... if I kissed you right now, would that count as ’touching’ for a vision?"

Evelina’s breath hitched.

Then—she smirked.

"Well," she murmured, tilting her head. "Only one way to find out."

And just like that—Damian knew he was in trouble.

Damian knew exactly what she was doing.

Teasing. Testing. Pushing him to see how far she could go before he lost control.

And the worst part?

He wanted to indulge her.

His silver eyes darkened, locked onto hers as he slowly leaned forward, closing the small distance between them.

He didn’t move quickly—no, he wanted her to feel it. Wanted her to know exactly what was coming and still wait for it.

Evelina’s breath was steady, but he could see the way her fingers curled slightly against her lap, the way her pulse quickened just beneath the delicate skin of her throat.

Storm growled approvingly. "She’s playing with fire."

"Then let’s make sure she burns."

Relia practically screamed in Evelina’s mind. "Yes. YES. Gods, FINALLY. Do NOT mess this up."

Evelina nearly snorted at her wolf’s enthusiasm, but the thought died the moment Damian reached up and traced his fingers along her jaw.

Heat followed his touch, a slow, smouldering fire that sent a shiver down her spine.

Then—his lips brushed against hers.

The first kiss was gentle, barely there, offering a hint of warmth that was more teasing than satisfying. Evelina took a quick breath, her hands moving restlessly as she resisted the desire to bring him closer.

But Damian didn’t let her suffer for long.

His hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head, deepening the kiss.

And then—gods.

Heat surged between them, slow but consuming. His lips moved against hers with a deliberate hunger, coaxing rather than demanding, teasing rather than taking.

Evelina’s fingers found his shirt, gripping the fabric just as he pulled her closer.

Storm rumbled inside Damian, pleased, possessive. "Ours."

Damian didn’t disagree.

Evelina gasped slightly when his lips left hers, only to trail a slow, dangerous path down her jaw. Her pulse thundered in her ears, anticipation curling hot in her stomach as he moved lower—

To the place where his mark rested on her neck.

The moment his lips brushed against it, Evelina felt it.

A jolt of heat, deep and electric, shot through her body like wildfire.

She sucked in a sharp breath, fingers digging into his arms as warmth pooled in her chest. The mark reacted to his touch, pulsing with an almost intoxicating sensation.

Damian exhaled against her skin, his grip tightening slightly as if he felt it too.

"Damian—" Evelina whispered.

A mistake.

Because the way his name sounded on her lips—breathless, wanting—

It nearly made him lose control entirely.

Damian growled.

A low, deep sound that vibrated through his chest as Evelina’s fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer, pulling him down into the fire they had ignited between them.

Her lips were soft but insistent, pushing, teasing—gods, she was playing with him, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

Storm rumbled inside him, barely restrained. "She’s testing us."

"And she’s going to pay for it."

Damian let his hands wander, sliding down her back, over her waist, gripping her hips as he pressed her flush against him. She gasped into his mouth, her body melting against his as his teeth grazed her bottom lip before deepening the kiss.

Evelina moaned softly, a sound that sent a sharp bolt of heat straight through him.

More.

His hands moved without thought, one gripping the nape of her neck, the other sliding down the curve of her thigh, pulling her closer until there was nothing between them but heat and breath and desire.

Relia practically purred in Evelina’s mind. "Oh, yes. Yes. This is what we deserve."

Evelina couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t focus on anything but the way Damian was consuming her, unraveling her piece by piece.

And she loved every second of it.

Then—she got an idea. A very bold, very dangerous idea.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Evelina’s hands slid down from his chest, tracing along his abdomen before reaching the waistband of his trousers.

Damian stiffened slightly. A sharp inhale broke their kiss as she tugged at the fabric, her fingers brushing against the firm muscles beneath.

His silver eyes blazed, watching her with something dark and hungry, something barely controlled.

Storm let out a pleased growl. "Oh, she’s bold."

"Too bold."

Damian’s hand snapped to her wrist, gripping it tightly—not to stop her, but to warn her.

"Eve." His voice was thick and low. Dangerous. "Careful."

Evelina smirked.

And then—

She yanked his trousers lower.

Damian gasped, a harsh sound escaping him as he held onto her more tightly. He was just seconds away from losing control.

From pushing her down beneath him.

From showing her exactly what happens when you play games with a predator.

But before he could do anything—before he could even think—

Evelina stood up.

Damian blinked.

"What—"

She took a single step back, eyes glinting with mischief. Then, without a word, she turned on her heel and sauntered toward the bathroom.

Damian sat there, stunned, his blood roaring in his ears.

Storm howled in frustration. "NO. BRING HER BACK."

Damian clenched his jaw. "Evelina."

She paused at the doorway, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.

"I’m taking a bath," she said sweetly. "You should cool off, too."

And with that, she disappeared inside.

Damian cursed.