Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 189: Finishing What Was Started...

Chapter 189: Finishing What Was Started...

"Aren’t you going to finish what you started?" she asked, tilting her head.

Damian exhaled through his nose, a slow smirk forming at the corners of his lips. "Impatient, are we?"

Evelina hummed, stretching out on the bed, the sheer fabric shifting over her body, lifting up to barely cover her panties. "Not at all," she said, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her. "But I do believe you’re quite overdressed for the occasion."

Damian chuckled, his gaze smouldering as he reached for the buttons of his shirt. He kept his eyes locked onto hers as he undid them one by one, moving slowly.

Evelina’s breath caught slightly as he shrugged the fabric off, revealing the broad planes of his chest, the sharp lines of muscle shifting with every subtle movement.

The candlelight highlighted the scars that marked his skin—reminders of battles fought, of pain endured.

And yet, when his gaze met hers again, there was only warmth.

"You’re staring," Damian murmured.

Evelina arched a brow. "You say that as if you’re not doing the same."

His smirk deepened, and without another word, he reached for the belt at his waist, unfastening it with an ease that sent a shiver down her spine.

His pants slid down, pooling at his feet, leaving him in just his boxers.

They could feel the heat and excitement in the air between them.

Evelina wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next moment, Damian was pressing her back into the mattress, his body settling over hers.

And just before he kissed her, he whispered against her lips. "I always finish what I start."

Damian’s lips met hers in a slow, lingering kiss, one that deepened with every passing second, igniting a slow burn between them. His body pressed against hers, the heat of his skin seeping through the sheer fabric that still barely covered her.

His hands roamed—fingertips skimming over her sides, tracing the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip—exploring, teasing.

Evelina sighed into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair as she arched against him.

The sensation of him, warm and solid, sent a rush of heat through her. She could feel every inch of him, his strength, his control—both of which were being tested, she could tell.

Damian’s lips left hers only to trail along her jaw, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. He took his time, tasting, savouring, moving lower, dragging his mouth over the sensitive skin of her collarbone before dipping lower still.

Evelina exhaled, her body shivering under his touch.

But as his lips teased over the swell of her breasts, she let out a soft huff, tilting her head to meet his gaze.

"I want you to kiss me down there too," she murmured in a sultry voice.

Damian’s lips curved against her skin, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze, silver eyes dark with amusement and hunger.

"Oh, Evelina," he mused in a deep voice, edged with something that sent a delicious shiver through her. He dipped his head again, pressing a slow kiss to the space just between her boobs. "I’m getting there."

The promise in his words made her toes curl.

And then, his hand cupped her through her bra. His touch was warm and firm, and it sent a shockwave through her, her body arching into him.

His fingers trailed over the thin fabric, teasing, before sliding the strap down her shoulder. He repeated the same action on the other side, and the fabric loosened, falling away.

Damian pulled back just enough to admire her, eyes roaming hungrily.

Evelina was about to make a remark about him being a tease when he dipped his head and caught her nipple in his mouth.

Evelina gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair, her back arching, pressing into him.

Her body reacted instantly, her nipples hardening under his touch. Damian swirled his tongue around her nipple, grazing his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin before moving to the other.

And all the while, his hand moved lower, stroking the skin of her inner thigh, teasing.

Evelina groaned, her hips rising slightly, silently begging for more.

Damian obliged, slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, his knuckles brushing against the wet fabric, eliciting a soft gasp.

She could feel him smirk against her skin.

His lips trailed along the swell of her breast, pressing a line of open-mouthed kisses as his hand continued its agonisingly slow path downward.

He hooked his fingers around the thin strip of fabric, pulling her panties down and tossing them aside.

His mouth moved lower, lips trailing down the soft curve of her stomach, leaving a scorching trail in their wake.

Evelina bit back a moan as Damian pressed a lingering kiss just above her navel, his tongue flicking out, teasing.

Damian was clearly enjoying this, taking his time, letting her writhe under his touch. His patience was impressive, and she could feel her desire growing with every kiss, every touch, every whisper.

And then, his hand finally came to rest between her thighs, his fingers dipping inside her folds.

Evelina moaned, her back arching, her body seeking more contact.

But he remained in control, his fingers stroking her lazily, exploring, teasing.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her mind going hazy with pleasure, her body trembling under his touch.

Just when she was about to beg, his lips brushed against her, followed by his tongue, the tip swirling over her clit.

Her breath caught, her hips lifting involuntarily.

He kept up his slow, torturous pace, his tongue sliding between her folds, tasting her.

And when she felt like she was about to explode, he slipped a finger inside her.

Evelina gasped, her fingers digging into his hair, her toes curling, her legs parting wider, granting him better access to her aching core.

Damian was relentless, his fingers curling inside her, his tongue swirling over her clit, sending shockwaves through her.

"Fuck," she breathed, her body tensing, her breath coming out in short, shallow bursts.