Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 128: I Don’t Mind Proving Myself A Second Time **

Warlock Ch 128. I Don't Mind Proving Myself A Second Time **

"You are so ready, aren't you?" He began to circle her clit with his thumb, eliciting a moan from her.

"Damian..."

"Say it again," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

"I love you," she whispered, her words catching in her throat.

His eyes burned into hers as he pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles.

"I love you," she breathed, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Say it again." His voice was low and rough, and his free hand grasped her thigh, pulling her legs further apart.

"I love you, Damian. " Her voice was barely more than a breathless whisper as her body trembled under his touch.

"Again." He dipped his head, his lips brushing against her ear as he pressed his fingers deeper inside her.

"I love you, " she moaned, her back arching as she rocked her hips against his hand.

"Very good" he growled, his thumb circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure. "Now, take my clothes off."

Her hands shook as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. She was eager, but also nervous, unsure of herself.

"That's it."

Finally, his shirt fell away, exposing his chiseled chest. Her fingers ghosted across his skin, tracing the contours of his muscles.

She wanted to touch him everywhere, to explore every inch of him.

He groaned as she raked her nails down his back.

"Damian..." She whispered his name like a prayer as he continued to tease her, his fingers sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm.

Her hand went down his trousers, grabbing his cock.

"Oh... That feels so good." He let out a low moan as she began to stroke him, his hips rocking against her palm.

"I want you," she whispered, her teeth nipping at his earlobe.

"I'm yours," he growled, his fingers curling inside her.

She cried out, her body arching against his as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Impatiently, she pulled down his trousers completely and flipped their positions, pushing him back against the pillows.

He grinned up at her, his eyes dark with lust.

"Come on, then. "

She straddled him, her knees sinking into the soft blankets. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

The sensation of him filling her was overwhelming, and she gasped, her head falling back.

His hands roamed across her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples.

His fingers dug into her hips as she began to rock against him, taking him deeper inside her.

Her hands fisted in the blankets, her hips rolling as she rode him.

"You know what? I don't mind being your horse..." He said, a smile appearing on his lips. "But I'm not a tame one. I'm a wild one."

She gasped as he thrust his hips up, meeting her movements.

"Oh God..." She moaned, her nails raking down his chest.

"You're so wet."

He was buried deep inside her, his cock hitting just the right spot.

"I'm close..." She gasped, her hips bucking wildly against his.

"Let go, Evelyn. Let me see you come."

She shuddered as her orgasm crashed over her, her body tensing and trembling with pleasure.

"Damian!" she cried, her nails digging into his skin as she rode out the waves of her release.

"Oh yes." He groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

His own release followed soon after, his body shuddering beneath hers as he came.

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Damian kissed her once again. When he pulled back, his grin was equal parts smug and playful. "What do you think?" he asked, his voice low and a little rough. "Is that enough to prove I'm okay?"

Evelyn's cheeks flushed a deep red, her usual composure shaken by his boldness. She looked away, her fingers absently smoothing down her disheveled hair. "I still don't want you to go," she murmured, her voice quieter now but no less resolute. "Rest is the most important thing for you right now."

Damian tilted his head, his grin widening. "Does that mean I have to do it again?" he teased, already leaning closer. "Because, you know, I don't mind proving myself a second time."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Evelyn yelped, holding up her hands to stop him before he could close the gap again. Her face burned crimson, her usual sharpness dulled by his boldness. She shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Fine. Just… don't push yourself, okay?"

Damian chuckled, satisfied with her reluctant concession. "I promise I won't overdo it," he said, though the mischievous glint in his eyes hinted otherwise. He sat up fully, stretching his arms over his head. "But seriously, Eve, you've gotta stop worrying so much. I'm not as fragile as I look."

She gave him a deadpan stare. "You literally almost died three days ago."

"Key word: almost," Damian shot back, his grin never faltering. He slid off the bed, testing his legs with a slight stretch. A faint ache still lingered in his muscles, but nothing he couldn't handle. "See? I'm up and moving. Practically invincible."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Yeah," Damian replied with a wink. "But you love me."

She let out a huff, though the faint smile tugging at her lips betrayed her exasperation. "Just remember, if you collapse or hurt yourself again, I'm not going to heal you right away. You'll have to live with your bad decisions for a while."

Damian smirked, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead. "Noted. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with Cassius and a whole lot of training."

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Evelyn sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly in resignation. "Fine. But if you push yourself too hard, don't say I didn't warn you."