Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 130: At My Mercy...

Chapter 130: At My Mercy...

The warm water sloshed around them as Damian pressed Evelina against the cool marble, his body crowding her space with an infuriating sense of dominance.

Evelina’s breath hitched as she braced herself against the smooth edge of the tub, her heart pounding wildly. "You—" She exhaled sharply, trying to compose herself, but the heat of his body against hers made it nearly impossible.

Damian’s smirk was downright wicked. "What’s wrong, sweetheart? You were so bold just a moment ago."

Her fingers curled into his chest as she glared up at him. "I was just having a bath."

"And now?" He leaned in, his breath warm against her damp skin. "Now, you’re at my mercy."

Evelina scoffed. "Oh, please." She rolled her eyes, masking the way her pulse spiked. "You think I’ll just—"

Damian interrupted by slowly and deliberately running his lips down the side of her neck. The difference in temperature between the cool marble at her back and the heat of his mouth sent shivers down her spine.

Evelina’s resolve wavered just for a second.

He caught it. Of course, he did.

His chuckle was low, almost a growl. "You were saying?"

Evelina gritted her teeth. Oh, he was enjoying this far too much.

Time to even the playing field.

She lifted a hand, trailing her fingers down his chest with a touch so light it was almost teasing. Her nails skimmed over the hard planes of his stomach before dipping lower, where the water was still rippling between them.

She was inches from his hardness, and Damian tensed, just for a moment.

Evelina smirked.

"Oh?" She cocked her head, her nails lightly scratching his skin. "Something wrong, Your Highness?"

His silver eyes darkened, but his smirk remained. "Careful, Evelina. If you start something..." His fingers brushed her thigh under the water, tracing slow, torturous circles.

Her breath hitched.

Damian’s lips curled. "You have to be ready to finish it."

Evelina swallowed hard, refusing to let him win. "Who says I’m not?"

Damian chuckled. "Then let’s test your limits, shall we?"

And with that, he moved.

His hands slid lower, gripping her thighs and spreading them slightly, the movement making water lap against their bodies. His touch was light, teasing, just enough to make her skin tingle but not enough to satisfy.

Evelina sucked in a sharp breath. "You—"

"Me?" His voice was silk and sin as his fingers traced slow patterns along the inside of her thigh. "You’re the one who wanted to play this game."

Evelina clenched her jaw, determined not to react.

But then—his fingers slid higher.

A strangled sound escaped her lips, and Damian grinned like a predator who’d just cornered his prey.

His other hand slid up her spine, pulling her closer until she was practically in his lap, their bare skin pressed together beneath the water.

"Still think you’re in control, sweetheart?" he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Evelina’s nails dug into his shoulders as she struggled to find her voice.

Damian’s fingers curled just slightly, brushing against her slit—

A sharp inhale. A trembling exhale.

He was relentless.

But she wasn’t about to back down.

Her lips brushed against his jaw, her voice breathy but defiant. "If this is your best, Damian... you’ll have to try harder."

His eyes flared.

Challenge accepted.

Damian’s smirk deepened, his silver eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Oh, sweetheart..." His voice was a low rasp. "You shouldn’t have said that."

Before Evelina could respond, he moved.

One of his hands slid up her back, fingers threading into her wet hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back.

The other?

Oh, that wicked hand of his had already found a much more dangerous path.

Evelina’s breath hitched as his fingertips trailed higher between her thighs, a featherlight touch that made her body tense in anticipation.

He was toying with her, dragging out every second, pushing her closer and closer to the edge without giving her what she wanted.

Her nails bit into his shoulders, her pulse hammering. "Damian—"

"Hm?" He tilted his head, feigning innocence, though his fingers told another story entirely. "Something wrong, Evie?"

Her jaw clenched. "You—"

But the words never left her lips.

Because just then, Damian

Because just then, Damian chose the perfect moment to sink one finger inside her.

Evelina moaned.

Oh, gods.

She could feel him smirk against her skin, his tongue tracing along her collarbone as his thumb found her clit.

She nearly screamed.

Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, the pleasure so sharp she could barely breathe. Her hips rocked against his hand, seeking more, needing more.

Relia, for once, was speechless.

Not in a bad way, though.

In a very, very good way.

A delicious way.

A way that was sending waves of heat straight through Evelina, making her blood roar in her ears.

His thumb pressed on her clit. Not too hard, but just enough. Just enough to make her legs tremble, just enough to make her breath stutter.

Evelina’s head hit the marble behind her, her body arching against him.

Damian chuckled, his breath hot against her neck as he nipped at her skin, his fingers never ceasing their slow torment on her pussy. "You’re shaking," he murmured. His voice was like velvet, smooth and lethal.

Evelina gritted her teeth, forcing herself to open her eyes and meet his gaze, refusing to let him have all the power. "Hardly," she shot back, though her voice betrayed her.

Damian hummed, unconvinced. "Oh?" He dipped his head, lips trailing down the line of her throat, lower, lower, until—

He added two more fingers into her wet hole.

Evelina gasped, a sharp, ragged inhale that she couldn’t stop if she tried.

"There you are," Damian mused in a low and taunting voice.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, the sensation almost overwhelming.

Damian curled his fingers, the movement slow and deliberate. "Come on, sweetheart. You can do better than that."

Evelina tried her best to glare, but his fingers sliding in and out of her, slowly, were making it damn near impossible.

Damian tsked. "Is that a pout, Evelina?" He grinned, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. "So needy."

"Oh, fuck off," Evelina grumbled, her breath hitching when his fingers picked up their pace, curling inside her.

"I’d love to, but you seem to be quite enjoying this." Damian purred. "I’m afraid I’m going to have to keep going."

Evelina cursed him silently.

The bastard was enjoying this.