Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 168: Who Do You Belong To?...

Chapter 168: Who Do You Belong To?...

"Damian—"

Her words were cut off by his lips once more.

Damian turned and started walking towards the bed. Evelina clung to him, her fingers tightening in his hair, her legs wrapped around his waist as she kissed him back just as fiercely.

Damian laid her gently on the mattress.

Evelina stared up at him, her heart hammering.

Damian didn’t give her time to recover.

He immediately pinned both her hands above her head, his mouth trailing down her jaw and throat. His free hand gripped her hip, holding her still as his teeth nipped and tugged at her skin.

Evelina moaned softly, her fingers curling in his grip.

Damian growled against her, the sound vibrating through her body. She gasped, arching her back as his teeth sank into her collarbone.

It should hurt.

But the sharp edge of pain only heightened her pleasure.

Damian released her wrists and shifted lower, his hands tugging her dress up to reveal her thighs.

His silver eyes darkened as he glanced up, meeting her gaze.

A moment passed between them, and Evelina knew it would be her last chance to put a stop to this.

Her last chance to say no.

Instead, she reached out, tugging him closer.

She didn’t want to say no.

Not anymore.

And it seemed, neither did he.

Damian crashed his lips against hers.

The kiss was hot, demanding.

It stole her breath.

Evelina moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as his lips trailed down her neck.

Relia purred in pleasure; the sound was so loud that Evelina could barely think.

But she didn’t want to think.

All she wanted was Damian.

His hands were everywhere—roaming, claiming, marking her as his.

Evelina didn’t mind.

She wanted to be his.

Only his.

His hands slid under her thighs, and then he flipped her onto her stomach.

Evelina gasped, her face pressing against the soft mattress.

But then, his hands were moving, pushing the skirt of her dress further up.

His lips brushed against her ear, his voice sending a shiver through her. "Tell me anyone else can make you feel this way."

"Damian—"

"No one else, Eve."

Evelina inhaled shakily. "No one."

He tugged at her earlobe, making her moan.

"Who makes you feel this way?"

"You."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You," she breathed.

And then, his hands gripped her hips, tugging them upwards.

Evelina gasped, instinctively spreading her legs for him.

"Who owns you, Eve?"

"You," she replied in a broken, hoarse whisper.

Then, his hand slid between her legs.

Evelina gasped.

"Fuck," Damian growled, his fingers already coated. "You’re so fucking wet."

He pushed her further up, her knees digging into the mattress as her hips remained raised. He pushed her skirt further up, exposing her completely.

Evelina shuddered, a flush creeping up her neck.

"Stay still," he instructed as he slid his face under her, bringing her to sit on his face.

Sliding her panties to one side was all the warning she got.

A soft cry left her lips.

Damian had his face between her thighs, his tongue tracing along her folds.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpered.

"You taste so good, Evie," Damian whispered as he pressed against her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Evelina couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped her lips. Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her as Damian continued his ministrations. His tongue swirled around her clit, before dipping into her entrance.

Her body contorted in response to the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her. "Oh God," she moaned.

Damian chuckled darkly, his hands squeezing her thighs.

"That’s not my name, love."

"Fuck."

He bit down gently on her inner thigh, making her gasp.

"Say it, Eve."

"Dami— ah!"

Her back arched as his tongue dipped back inside her pussy, tasting her wetness.

"That’s right," he whispered.

Evelina’s chest heaved "Don’t stop," she moaned.

"Tell me who makes you feel this good."

"You," she whimpered. Her knuckles were becoming white from clenching them so hard and for so long.

He slid a finger inside her, curling it at just the right angle.

"Fuck, oh fuck," she cried out.

"And who’s the only one allowed to see you like this?"

"Just you," she panted.

"That’s right."

Another finger joined the first, and Evelina nearly saw stars.

"Only me."

His movements became more intense and more focused.

"Say it."

"Just you."

"That’s right."

He began moving his fingers in a come-hither motion, making her moan loudly.

"Come for me, Eve."

She couldn’t help but obey. She came with a cry, her body shaking.

Damian didn’t stop. He kept pumping his fingers inside her, coaxing her to a second, harder climax. "Fuck, you’re so beautiful," he murmured.

Evelina moaned again, unable to form coherent words.

"Look at me," Damian demanded roughly.

She forced her head up, meeting his silver eyes. He held her gaze as his tongue darted out, licking her sensitive folds.

She cried out, her whole body trembling.

"That’s right," he murmured in pure satisfaction.

Evelina didn’t understand how someone could sound so damn arrogant and possessive while eating her out. "I hate you," she whispered.

"No, you don’t," Damian said simply.

Evelina was about to snap at him, but his words died on her lips as he began moving his fingers faster.

"Damian—"

"Say it."

"Oh God, I fucking hate you," she cried.

"I know," he whispered, his breath hot against her. "I know."

His tongue continued to swirl around her clit, sending sparks through her entire body.

"That’s right," he murmured.

Evelina whimpered, her thighs trembling.

"Come for me, Eve."

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck."

He increased the speed of his fingers, hitting her just the right spot.

"Come."

"Oh, yes. Yes, please, fuck, I’m coming."

Evelina cried out as she came a third time, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

"That’s right," Damian growled.

She collapsed against the bed, panting heavily.

"You’re mine."

"Shut up," she moaned, her chest heaving.

Damian chuckled darkly, crawling back up. "I can’t wait to be inside you," he murmured, biting her shoulder.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because," she managed to pant out, "you’re wearing far too many clothes."