Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 36: Take Me...

Chapter 36: Take Me...

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 with one single word. "Mine."

"Ours," Damian corrected.

At the same time, without a shred of restraint or rationale, Damian lifted her off her feet and carried her straight to the bed.

Evelina didn’t realize what was happening until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. She gasped, her heart racing as Damian leaned over her, his gaze never leaving hers.

Their breathing was laboured, their pulses thundering.

Evelina felt her cheeks flush as Damian stared down at her, his expression inscrutable. Her dress was still bunched at her waist, and the cool air made her skin prickle.

For a moment, she thought she saw hesitation flicker in his gaze, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

With a low growl, Damian further leaned down and kissed her fiercely.

There was no turning back now. He wanted her, needed her as much as she wanted and needed him.

Evelina wrapped her legs around Damian’s waist, her hands exploring the planes of his back, the hard muscles beneath her fingertips.

Soft moans escaped her lips as Damian broke the kiss, trailing soft kisses down her neck and cheek. Every trace, every touch of his lips against her skin, sent fire burning in her bones.

"Aaaaahhh..."

He moved back up, capturing her lips in a perfect kiss. His kiss wasn’t rushed at first, exploring her soft lips before diving in to taste her.

And when he did, Damian groaned internally. His fingers moved up and down the side of her body, occasionally stopping to graze her nipples.

Eve moaned once more, arching her back and pushing her exposed breasts to his naked eyes.

Their tongues met harder this time, exploring each other and fighting for dominance in a well-known dance.

With how things were going, no one was willing to lose as they lost themselves in the throes of love. Damian broke the kiss, trailing his lips along the curve of her neck to suck on her nape.

"Aaahh aam fuck~" Eve moaned a little louder this time as she squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

His teeth grazed her skin, and she shivered.

Damian’s fingers traced the line of her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. She moaned softly, arching her back as he teased her with his feathery touch that left tingles ion her skin.

Eve’s mind was dazed, her body aching for more.

Without warning, Damian’s eyes locked onto hers and the next moment, he gently pinched one of her nipples, earning a soft gasp. "You’re mine," he voiced deeply, stating his claim over her and her body.

The aphrodisiac was still coursing through their veins, amplifying their desires and clouding their senses.

That and the matebond only ended up making things more complicated for him.

Damian’s gaze lowered to her naked breasts, the sight sending a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her. His breath hitched, his control fraying as the last shred of his restraint gave way.

"Eve," Damian growled, his fingers slipping beneath her dress to caress her bare skin.

She whimpered softly, biting on her lower lip as his hands travelled along her inner thighs, his touch electrifying her skin.

Just staring at her bite, her lips sent a strange electrifying thrill down Damian’s spine, making Storm growl even further.

"Ours...get her. Have her, Damian. Stop wasting time!"

He pushed her dress up, his eyes gleaming with hunger. "I need you."

"Then take me," Evelina said breathlessly.

It was the only permission he needed.

In one fluid motion, Damian’s hands slid to her hips, lifting her off the bed. She gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he pushed her dress past her waist and threw it to the floor.

Evelina trembled, the cool air kissing her skin, and her bare, soaking wet cunt.

Damian’s gaze darkened, his mouth curving into a wicked grin. "You’re soaking wet," he mused, his voice low and rough.

Eve flushed, her cheeks burning, but she couldn’t deny the way her body was responding to him.

Her nipples were hard, her pussy aching.

She wanted him—needed him—and there was no turning back.

"Damian," she pleaded, her voice strained. "Please."

He growled deeply—a primal sound that sent a shiver down her spine.

"As you wish."

With one hand, he tore the towel from his hips, exposing his erect cock. The aphrodisiac was already taking its effect on him, and he was already rock-hard, throbbing, and leaking pre-cum.

Her gaze landed on his cock, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

"Are you going to stare at me or do something about it?"

Her eyes narrowed at him, and she bit her lower lip before wrapping her hand around his girth.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as her hand stroked his length, his body shuddering at her touch. "Fuck," he muttered, his breath hitching.

Evelina was entranced by the sight of him—the way his muscles tensed, his body trembling beneath her fingertips.

Damian’s silver eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he struggled to maintain control.

Evelina’s grip tightened, her thumb swiping over the sensitive tip, smearing the pre-cum.

With a growl, Damian reached down and pulled her hand away.

"You’re driving me crazy," he hissed.

"Good," Evelina replied, her voice breathy and heavy with desire.

"Fuck, Eve."

Eve took his groan as a go-ahead, and she lowered her head, licking the tip of his cock, tasting him.

Damian inhaled sharply, his fists tightening in her hair as he fought to maintain control.

She hummed, enjoying his taste.

He was salty and sweet and something entirely him.

She wrapped her lips around his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft.

Damian cursed, his breaths ragged, his body shaking. "Eve," he groaned, his voice strained. "Don’t."

But she didn’t stop.

She took him deeper, her throat contracting around his length, the pressure building as she bobbed her head up and down.

His grip tightened in her hair, his body tensing as she worked him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.