Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 35: The Aphrodisiac...

Chapter 35: The Aphrodisiac...

Looking up, Damian’s gaze locked on Eve, mirroring her shock as he blurted out, "It’s... it’s an aphrodisiac."

Damian’s words caused Evelina to blink in surprise. "An aphrodisiac?" She asked in a breathy, disbelieving voice. "Why would someone—what are we supposed to do to stop this?"

Damian’s jaw clenched, his fists curling at his sides as he fought to maintain control. The room seemed to shrink, and the heat between them was overwhelming. "A bath," he said finally in a tight voice. "Maybe cold water will help."

Without another word, they both moved toward the bathroom at the same time.

Their arms brushed, and the contact sent an electric current shooting through Evelina. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to lean into him.

"G-Go... uhn you, go ahead," she said, gesturing toward the bathroom. "It’s your room."

"Ladies first," Damian countered, his silver eyes gleaming with an intensity that made her stomach twist.

Evelina shook her head, clutching the edge of her dress as if it would keep her grounded. "No, you go. I can wait."

Damian inhaled sharply, Storm growling in his mind. "You’re wasting time," his wolf snarled impatiently. "She’s ours. Stop playing games."

"Shut it, Storm," Damian muttered under his breath, though the effort to hold his wolf back was fraying.

"Ladies first," he repeated through gritted teeth, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.

But Storm had other plans.

His wolf surged forward, breaking through Damian’s defenses, and for a split second, Damian found himself stepping closer to Evelina, his hand reaching for her.

"No," Damian growled aloud, forcing himself to turn away and stride into the bathroom.

His steps were hurried, his chest heaving as he slammed the door behind him.

Inside, he gripped the edge of the sink, glaring at his reflection. His silver eyes faintly glowed red, with his wolf’s presence dangerously close to the surface. "You’re going to ruin everything," he hissed at Storm.

"You’re the one denying what we both want," Storm shot back in frustration. "You can’t fight this forever."

Damian shoved his head under the cold stream of water, the icy shock a welcome relief from the fire coursing through him. His breaths slowed, and for a moment, he felt in control again.

But the relief was short-lived.

Evelina, meanwhile, paced the room, her body aching with an unfamiliar heat.

The dress clung to her, the fabric damp with sweat. Her nipples were hard, the cool air only amplifying the sensitivity. She pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heart to slow.

Relia purred in her mind. "You’re soaking wet, aren’t you? I can feel it. He can smell it."

Evelina groaned, her cheeks flaming as she pressed her thighs together. "Relia, not helping."

Desperation won out.

Her fingers fumbled with the neckline of her dress, pulling it over her shoulders. She held the fabric to her chest, exposing her bare back to the cool air, but it did little to soothe the burning inside her.

When Damian came out of the bathroom, his hair wet and water droplets running down his chest, Evelina stopped in her tracks.

He was shirtless, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. The sight of him, water dripping down the hard planes of his abdomen, made her pulse race.

Damian inhaled sharply, the scent of Evelina’s arousal hitting him again, like a tidal wave. His silver eyes darkened as they took in her bare back, the way her dress clung to her curves.

His wolf howled, urging him forward.

"You should... bathe," he said hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper.

Evelina turned, clutching the dress to her chest, her wide eyes meeting his. "Damian," she breathed, her voice trembling. Her mind was filled with unholy thoughts—images of his hands on her skin, his lips tracing every inch of her body.

"Make it stop," she pleaded in desperation. "Please."

Storm surged forward, his growl echoing in Damian’s mind. "If you won’t, I will."

Damian’s restraint snapped. He closed the distance between them in two strides, his hand brushing against her arm. Evelina gasped at the contact, her body arching toward him involuntarily.

"Evelina," Damian’s voice was low and rough. "I—"

She shook her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can’t take this."

Neither could he.

With a low growl, Damian cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he leaned down. "Just one kiss," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her lips. "To take the edge off."

Evelina’s lips parted in protest, but the words never came.

Damian’s mouth captured hers in a kiss that was as desperate as it was tender. Storm and Relia howled in joy as they finally got what they’d been pushing for... at least a bit of it.

Eve’s hands fell to his chest, clutching at the hard muscles as the fire inside her flared even brighter.

The kiss deepened, Damian’s hands sliding to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. Evelina whimpered against his mouth, her body melting into his as the bond between them surged.

One kiss became two, then three, each one more urgent than the last. Damian’s towel slipped slightly as his arousal pressed against her, clearly showing his undeniable desire.

But even in the haze of the aphrodisiac, a small voice in the back of Evelina’s mind whispered caution. "Damian," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "We have to stop."

Damian’s forehead pressed against hers, his breaths ragged. "I know," he said, though his hands remained on her hips, his body trembling with the effort to pull away. "I know."

For a moment, they stood there, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.

Evelina’s breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps as she tried to steady herself. Her lips tingled, still sensitive from Damian’s kiss, and her body screamed for more despite the warning bells in her mind.

Damian hadn’t moved, his silver eyes locked onto hers, their intensity like molten metal. His chest heaved as he fought for control, Storm’s growl rumbling low in his mind.

"Do you want to stop?" Damian asked in a hoarse voice. "Do you want more?"

The question hung in the air. Evelina swallowed hard, her throat feeling dry, and her wolf Relia practically yipped in her head. She tilted her chin up, her gaze steady as she countered, "What about you? Do you want to stop?"

Damian’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. "It’s not about what I want."

"Maybe it should be," Evelina shot back, her voice trembling but defiant. Her lips parted slightly as she added, "I think... I think the kiss helped. Just a little." She hesitated before continuing, "Maybe another will make it go away completely."

The tension between them was so thick that it felt like the room was getting smaller. Damian stared at her, and as Storm growled impatiently, his resolve broke even more.

"Don’t say things like that," Damian growled softly. "Not when you know I’m barely holding on."

Evelina stepped closer, her heartbeat deafening in her ears. "Then stop holding on."

Before he could respond, Evelina closed the remaining distance between them and kissed him.

This time, there was no hesitation, no question of restraint.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pressed herself against him, their mouths moving in sync as the bond between them flared like wildfire.

Damian groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. His wolf howled in satisfaction, pushing him further, urging him to claim her completely.

But it wasn’t just Storm. Damian himself was losing the battle against his desires.

The kiss deepened, their bodies fitting together as though they had been made for one another. Evelina’s grip tightened on Damian’s shoulders, her mind hazy with the intensity of their connection.

In the heat of the moment, Evelina’s dress—which was already barely on—slipped further. She didn’t notice as the fabric pooled at her waist, leaving her upper body bare.

That same moment was when they broke the kiss.

Damian froze, his breath hitching as his gaze fell to her exposed firm breasts, her nipples standing erect. His silver eyes darkened, and Storm surged forward as Damian uttered one single word. "Mine."

"Ours," Storm corrected.