Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 127: You’re So Cute When You’re Flustered *

Warlock Ch 127. You're So Cute When You're Flustered *

"Damian," she said warningly, her eyes narrowing.

"Okay, okay," he relented, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "How about this? Let me prove I'm fine. If I can convince you that I'm good to go, you let me train. Deal?"

Evelyn arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "And how exactly do you plan to prove that? By running laps around the room? Doing push-ups? Because I can guarantee you that won't convince me."

Damian's grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He stepped closer, closing the gap between them until they were nearly chest to chest. "I dunno," he said, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. "Maybe with something that'll really grab your attention. Something that'll make you moan and scream."

Evelyn's cheeks flushed, and she immediately stepped back, glaring at him. "Damian!" she hissed, though her voice wavered slightly.

Before she could scold him further, Damian leaned in, silencing her with a kiss. His lips were firm yet gentle, and the tension in her shoulders melted away almost instantly. For a moment, the room was silent.

Evelyn's initial resistance faltered as she found herself leaning into him, her hands gripping the front of his shirt. Her mind raced, a mix of indignation and affection swirling together. She knew he was trying to distract her, to derail her argument, but damn it, he was good at it.

Damian pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers as he smirked. "See? You're already speechless. That's gotta count for something."

Evelyn let out a slow breath, her hands still clutching his shirt. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she muttered, though there was no real heat in her words.

"Yeah," Damian admitted, his grin not faltering for a second. "But you love me anyway."

She rolled her eyes, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Unfortunately."

"So… does that mean I win?" Damian asked, his tone teasing but hopeful.

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, though the playful spark in them betrayed her. "You don't win anything unless I say so, warlock."

Damian's grin widened, his mischievous energy practically radiating off him. "Great!" he declared, his tone full of mock enthusiasm. Without giving her a chance to protest, he took a step forward, caught her by the waist, and gently but firmly pushed her backward onto the bed.

"Damian!" Evelyn yelped, her eyes widening as she landed softly against the plush blankets.

"'Cause, I'm just getting started," Damian replied smoothly, leaning over her with a grin that was equal parts charming and infuriating.

Her mouth opened, probably to deliver a sharp retort, but Damian cut her off by pressing a hand to the mattress on either side of her, caging her in. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the playful atmosphere shifted. There was an intensity in his gaze—a hunger, but not the kind born of recklessness.

The kind that made her heart beat faster and her breath caught in her throat.

Damian leaned in, his voice barely more than a whisper as his lips brushed her ear.

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"Mphn..." Evelyn couldn't help the small gasp that escaped her. Her face flushed, and her gaze darted away, but Damian cupped her cheek, gently guiding her face back to his. His fingers were calloused, his skin warm, and she found herself leaning into his touch despite her racing thoughts.

"That voice... I love it," he murmured, his thumb tracing her jawline.

She swallowed thickly, her eyes meeting his once more. The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands instinctively gripped the front of his shirt, her fingers curling around the fabric.

"You just love doing this... Teasing me," she murmured, her voice wavering slightly.

"Well, you make it easy," he replied, his lips curving into a smirk. "You're so cute when you're flustered."

She let out a shaky breath. She tried to think of some witty retort, some way to regain the upper hand, but the words died on her tongue as he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss.

It was soft and gentle, but the heat behind it was undeniable. He pulled away far too soon for her liking, and she couldn't help the small sound of disappointment that escaped her.

"Don't worry," he murmured, his eyes dancing with mischief. "If I can't finish this, I won't go to Cassius' place. Let's think of it as a warm-up."

With that, he leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers.

Evelyn let her eyes fall shut as he deepened the kiss. It was a slow, languid exploration, his tongue sliding against hers as if they had all the time in the world. One of his hands tangled in her hair, the other moving to the small of her back, drawing her closer to him. She felt his warmth through the thin fabric of her dress, and she couldn't help but press herself closer to him, desperate for more contact.

She missed him so much...

Their bodies were flush against each other, and she could feel his arousal pressing against her through the layers of their clothes. She couldn't help but moan softly into the kiss.

He broke the kiss, pulling away slightly to look at her.

"Yes, that voice. I love that voice. " His voice was rough with desire, and his eyes burned with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. He began to peel off her clothes.

His hand roamed across her body, caressing every inch of exposed skin.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you. How much you mean to me," he murmured, his fingers grazing her neck, her collarbone, her breasts.

"No... You just want to show me that you are fine and let you continue your training." Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel her core throbbing with need, and she ached for him to be inside her.

"Well, that too." His hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the hem of her dress. In one smooth motion, he pushed the garment up, exposing her thighs.

She gasped as his hand trailed across her inner thigh, his fingertips grazing her sensitive skin.

He hooked his fingers around her underwear and slowly began to slide them down her legs.

She shuddered as the cool air hit her skin, her pulse racing.

He tossed the garment aside and positioned himself between her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I love you," he murmured, his hands gently parting her legs.

She was already wet, and he groaned as his fingers slid easily into her slick folds.