Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 131: I Will Not Lose...

Chapter 131: I Will Not Lose...

Her legs wrapped around his hips, nails digging into his shoulders as his fingers drove her mad, the pleasure so sharp it was almost painful.

His free hand tangled in her hair, tuguring just enough to tip her head back, exposing her throat.

"I’d love nothing more than to have you screaming my name, sweetheart," he said, his voice rough. "But I’ll settle for seeing you fall apart in front of me."

"Oh, please." Evelina gritted her teeth, her pulse racing, her body wound so tight she felt like she might burst. "You can’t break me that easily."

"We’ll see about that."

"Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Your Highness."

"I’m not."

"Then prove it," Evelina challenged.

"With pleasure."

Damian’s eyes darkened, and then—

He picked up the pace.

Fingers pumping into her, harder, faster, his thumb pressing against her clit in a way that made her whole body tremble.

She could feel his fingers sliding in and out of her, slick with her wetness. Her walls clenched around him, her body craving more.

The heat was unbearable, her body wound so tightly it felt like she was about to snap.

His teeth grazed her skin, his voice low and rough. "Come on, Evelina. Don’t hold back. Come for me."

The water sloshed around them, warm and swirling, but it was nothing compared to the fire igniting in her veins.

Still, she refused to surrender so easily.

Lifting one leg, she wrapped it around his waist, drawing him in closer—close enough to feel just how much he wanted her.

Lowering her hand, she trailed her fingers along his length, tracing the vein from the base all the way up to the head, teasing, taunting.

She could feel him throbbing, hard and heavy, beneath her touch.

This time, it was Damian’s breath that stuttered.

"Fuck," he growled.

Evelina smirked, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "You’re trembling."

Damian growled, low and dangerous. "You really don’t know when to quit, do you?"

"Not when I’m winning."

He exhaled sharply. "Oh, sweetheart..." His grip on her waist tightened, his body pressing against hers with delicious intent. "You haven’t even begun to lose yet."

And then—he truly started.

His grip on her tightened, and his fingers began to move faster, pumping in and out of her with a ferocity that took her breath away.

His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that stole her breath, and suddenly, all her teasing, all her bravado, all her carefully placed words—

Gone.

Because Damian wasn’t just touching her.

He was ruining her.

And gods help her—she wanted more.

Her body trembled, the pleasure was so sharp it was nearly unbearable.

She could feel the water rippling around them, her heart pounding in her ears, his fingers buried deep inside her, stretching her, filling her.

It was intoxicating.

Evelina’s grip on his cock tightened, and Damian growled, low and primal, as her fingers worked their way up and down his length.

"Gods, Evelina," he rasped, his voice thick with need. "You’re killing me."

"Good," she murmured, her nails scraping against his skin.

Her walls clenched around his fingers, and he groaned, his free hand fisting in her hair, tuguring hard enough to make her gasp.

"Fuck," she breathed, her hips rocking against his hand, seeking more.

Damian smirked. "Are you close, sweetheart?"

"N-no," Evelina lied, her body betraying her as her muscles tensed, her release creeping closer and closer.

"Oh, really?"

"N-no," Evelina lied, her body betraying her as her muscles tensed, her release creeping closer and closer.

"Oh, really?" He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, his voice dangerously low. "Your body says otherwise."

Evelina tried to retort, but his thumb brushed against her clit, and all that came out was a breathy moan.

Damian chuckled. "Just let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you."

Her breathing was ragged, her body wound so tightly she felt like she was about to shatter.

But she doesn’t want to be the first to give in to the pleasure.

Relia chose that moment to pipe up, her voice breathy and wrecked. "Stop being stubborn and just come already. Not that I want this to stop sooner, though. Either way, it’s your choice."

"Oh, shut up."

"I will, as soon as you finish. Because trust me, the longer you drag this out, the more desperate he’s going to get. Which..." she paused as if in a deep thought. "...isn’t such a bad idea after all."

"Fuck," Evelina thought.

Relia snickered. "That’s what you should be doing right now, actually."

"You are insufferable."

"And yet, here we are."

Damian chuckled. "You’re fighting a losing battle, sweetheart. You might as well surrender."

Evelina clenched her jaw, refusing to give in. "I will not lose."

"You sure about that?" Damian leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "Because it looks like you’re about to fall apart."

Evelina swallowed hard, the pleasure building, her body trembling, her resolve wavering.

"Come on, Evelina," Damian whispered, his voice low and rough. "Let go."

She was close, so close, her body tingling, the pleasure almost unbearable.

And then, just as he thought she was going to break, Eve reached up with her free hands to pinch his nipples.

Damian groaned, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.

"Fuck, Evelina," he growled.

She smirked.

"I guess I win."

Damian’s eyes darkened, his grip on her tightening. "We’ll see about that."

And with those words, he pressed his thumb against her clit, and his fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot, the spot that made her vision go white and her entire body arch against his.

Evelina gasped, her mind blanking as the pleasure finally broke, a wave of ecstasy crashing over her, drowning her in a sea of bliss.

Damian’s fingers kept moving, drawing out her release, making her tremble and shake, her legs shaking and toes curling.

But instead of focusing on her orgasm, she willed herself to push Damian off the edge too.

And she did.

Her fingers moved along his length, her thumb brushing against the tip, spreading his pre-cum across his skin.

His hips bucked, a low groan escaping his lips.

"Fuck, Evie," he growled.

Her lips curved into a smirk, and she picked up the pace, her fingers moving faster, coaxing him toward his release.

She pinched his nipples once again and bit her lips as she felt him tense against her.

"Gods," Damian rasped.

"Come for me, Your Highness."