Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 37: Addictive Nectar...

Chapter 37: Addictive Nectar...

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

The sensation was exquisite—her soft, wet mouth wrapped around his cock, the way her tongue teased him, the vibrations of her moans around him.

"Fuck, Eve. I’m close," he warned, his voice raw and edged with a primal growl.

But Evelina didn’t relent, her pace quickening as she pushed him closer and closer to release.

Unable to hold himself, Damian grabbed her face and pulled her closer.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Evelina’s eyes snapped up, locking onto his.

The intensity of his gaze sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, and the longer they stared at each other, the more intense the sensation became.

His silver eyes darkened, his breaths shallow and ragged, his body shaking.

She hummed, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"Fuck!" Damian cursed, his control slipping as the pressure built inside him.

Wanting to tease him further, Eve pulled her mouth away and reached for his balls instead, taking them in her mouth one after the other and then alternating between them.

She continued stimulating him though with her hand, sliding up and down his hardened length. Her touch was electrifying, sending shivers down his spine.

He was close, so fucking close.

"Eve, fuck, I’m gonna cum," Damian growled, his voice strained.

Evelina returned her mouth to his shaft, working him, pushing him over the edge.

"Fuck, I’m cumming," he groaned, his cock twitching.

Evelina pulled back slightly, letting him shoot his load in her mouth.

He shuddered, his body shaking as he emptied himself in her mouth. He tasted salty and sweet, the warmth of his release coating her throat as she swallowed his seed. As she did, she hummed in satisfaction, savouring the taste.

It was like an addictive nectar, and she craved more.

"Fuck, Eve. That was incredible," Damian panted, his body still trembling.

"Mm, it was," Evelina agreed, licking her lips.

Damian leaned forward, cupping her cheek and brushing his thumb across her lower lip.

"Your turn," he growled, his gaze intense.

She gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

Without warning, he flipped her over and she landed on her back against the bed, her eyes widening.

Damian climbed on top of her, his gaze burning into hers. "I’m not done with you yet."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Evelina whispered, her voice shaking.

"Both," Damian replied, his voice husky and low.

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding against her chest.

She knew he wasn’t lying.

Their lips met again, the kiss growing hotter, more desperate, as Damian positioned himself, his body covering hers as he settled between her thighs.

Eve’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him there as she rocked her hips against his, desperate for more friction, more contact, more of him.

He obliged, his lips trailing a path of fire down her chest as he teased her nipples with his tongue, drawing a gasp from her lips as the sensation shot straight to her core, leaving her aching with need.

The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other; their movements synchronized as if they had done this a thousand times before.

Damian’s hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve, every soft moan that escaped her lips as he kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still.

He took his time, savoring the feel of her, the way her body responded to his touch, her skin warm and inviting beneath his fingertips. He wanted to draw out the moment for as long as possible, to make it last, to commit every second to memory.

She was his and he was hers, and nothing else mattered.

Eve’s back arched off the bed as Damian’s mouth found a particularly sensitive spot just below her breast, her nails digging into his shoulders as a low moan escaped her lips.

The sound was intoxicating, spurring him on as he continued his slow, torturous exploration of her body.

His hands slid up her thighs, his fingers tracing lazy circles on the smooth, silky skin.

He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her almost naked body; the way she looked beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly and flushed with desire, was enough to take his breath away.

He wanted to savor every inch of her, to taste every part of her, but his own desire and that of his wolf---to take her without wasting time---was growing more insistent by the second.

With a low growl, he lowered his head, his lips capturing hers in a hungry kiss as his hands went in between them, rubbing her pussy over her panties and making her gasp with pleasure.

She was so wet that the panties were soaked already.

Her hips bucked against his hand, her body arching into him as she craved more contact. He teased her through the fabric for a moment longer before sliding the panties off, tossing them to the floor.

Damian looked at Evelina, his gaze darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her, spread out before him, ready and waiting for him.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he pushed two fingers into her, slowly and deliberately, eliciting a low moan from her as he felt her tighten around him.

She was already so wet, so ready for him, and it was almost more than he could bear. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a rough kiss, their tongues entwining as he began to move his fingers, pumping in and out of her with increasing speed and intensity.

Her nails dug deeper, drawing blood, as the sensation became too much, too overwhelming.

He pulled away, breaking the kiss as he gazed into her eyes, his expression unreadable.

"Don’t stop," she gasped, her voice raw with need.

"Not a chance," he growled, pushing his fingers in and out of her wet tunnel.

When Eve was already getting used to his finger thrust, Damian pulled away, making her open her eyes and look at him to see what the issue was.

’What the fuck?’ Relia voiced in Eve’s head.