Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 97: Taste of Her...

Chapter 97: Taste of Her...

Without thinking—without overanalyzing—Damian closed the distance, pressing his lips to hers.

It wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It was desperate, filled with unspoken words, frustration, and emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

His lips claimed hers like he’d been starving for the taste of her, and Evelina responded instantly, her fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer as if afraid he might disappear.

The kiss was messy, raw—tongues colliding, breaths mingling, and soft, desperate sounds escaping between them. Evelina’s soft moan vibrated against Damian’s mouth, sending a shiver down his spine.

His hands gripped her waist, pulling her into his lap without breaking the kiss, as if distance was the enemy and he couldn’t stand even an inch of it.

"Well, finally," Relia purred in Evelina’s mind, her voice dripping with amusement. "Took you both long enough. Hehehehe—emotional whiplash and kissing. My favorite combo."

Evelina ignored her, her entire focus on Damian—on the way his mouth moved against hers, fierce and tender all at once.

His teeth grazed her bottom lip, a soft growl rumbling from his chest, and Evelina gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.

"She’s ours," Storm rumbled in Damian’s head, his voice low and possessive. "Mark her."

Damian’s hands tightened slightly, his fingers digging into Evelina’s hips as if anchoring himself. Their lips parted just long enough for him to murmur against her mouth, "Evelina..."

Her name sounded like both a prayer and a curse on his lips.

"Damian," she breathed back, her voice trembling—not from fear, but from the intensity of it all.

Their mouths crashed together again, hungry and unrestrained.

Evelina’s nails scraped along the back of his neck, eliciting a soft, ragged groan from him. The sound sent heat pooling low in her stomach.

They pulled apart slightly, breathing hard, their foreheads pressed together. Damian’s silver eyes were dark with desire, his thumb brushing over her swollen bottom lip.

"I—" Damian started, his voice thick with emotion, but he realized that saying anything would be pointless.

So, he kissed her again, softer this time—less desperate, more deliberate.

Evelina melted into him, her fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt, anchoring herself to the moment, to him.

His kiss trailed from her lips to the curve of her jaw, lingering there as if he couldn’t bear to part. Evelina’s breath hitched, her heart racing as she whispered his name, her voice a fragile thread between them.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Damian rested his forehead against hers again. "I’m here," he whispered, his thumb brushing away a stray tear on her cheek. "I’m not going anywhere."

Evelina closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, allowing herself—for the first time—to believe it.

Damian’s warm embrace, the rhythmic thump of his heart against her cheek, and the aftertaste of his kiss surrounded Evelina, briefly protecting her from the chaos outside.

For the first time in weeks, the chaos in her mind settled, replaced by the soothing sound of his breath blending with hers.

Then, of course, Relia couldn’t help herself.

"Well," her wolf drawled lazily in Evelina’s mind, "that was dramatic. All the tears, the emotional confessions, and the kiss. I feel like I should’ve brought a snack or something."

Evelina’s lips twitched against Damian’s chest, her fingers tightening slightly in his shirt.

She let out a breath, half a sigh, half a soft laugh. "Shut up, Relia," she murmured playfully under her breath, despite the faint redness still clinging to her tear-streaked cheeks.

Damian pulled back slightly, his brows knitting in faint confusion. "What?"

"Nothing," Evelina replied quickly, shaking her head with a faint smile. "Just... talking to myself."

But just as the tension eased, Damian’s gaze shifted.

His sharp silver eyes caught on to something near the edge of the mess Evelina had created in her earlier frustration. His brow furrowed slightly, and without a word, he reached out, plucking a small, crumpled piece of parchment from the floor.

The warmth between them evaporated, replaced by a sudden, icy stillness.

Damian’s eyes darkened as he read the hastily scrawled words. "You’re not safe."

His jaw tightened, muscles twitching as a strong wave of protectiveness, or perhaps anger, crossed his face. He looked up at Evelina with an unreadable expression, his grip on the note so tight that it crumpled the delicate paper.

"Evelina? What’s this?"

Damian’s eyes darkened, his fingers tightening around the crumpled note. The muscles in his jaw clenched, a flicker of something dangerous flashing in his silver gaze.

"Evelina," he repeated, his voice low, sharp with a tension she hadn’t heard before. "What is this?"

She stared at the note in his hand, her heart skipping a beat. The words—You’re not safe—seemed darker now, heavier, etched not just in ink but into the fragile calm they’d just shared.

Evelina swallowed hard. "I... found it pinned to my door," she admitted, her voice quieter than she intended.

Damian’s eyes snapped back to hers, the tenderness from moments ago gone, replaced by something fierce and protective. "When?"

"Last night," she whispered.

His nostrils flared, and for a heartbeat, he said nothing. Then he shot to his feet, pacing the small space with measured, tense strides. Storm’s voice growled low in Damian’s mind. "Someone got close enough to threaten her, and you didn’t know. We didn’t know."

Evelina stood slowly, wrapping her arms around herself. "I didn’t think it was important," she added quickly, regretting the words the second they left her lips.

Damian stopped dead in his tracks, turning to face her. His expression was a storm barely contained. "Not important?" His voice was dangerously soft. "Someone left a threat at your door, and you didn’t think it was important?"

Relia’s voice hummed in Evelina’s mind, half amused, half exasperated. "You really know how to pick them. Look at him—ready to burn the kingdom down because of a note."

Evelina’s temper flared, fueled by frustration and the lingering vulnerability from earlier. "What was I supposed to do? Run to you the second something scared me?"

"Yes!" Damian snapped, his voice echoing through the room. His chest heaved slightly, silver eyes blazing. "Because I’m supposed to keep you safe."