I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM-Chapter 660: The buried passion - r18

Eva swallowed hard. Her legs parted a fraction wider in silent invitation.

"Then stop waiting," she breathed. "Come here. Let me feel you."

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Julian lowered himself carefully, making sure his full weight wasn’t on her. His one hand guided himself to her entrance, poking her slick folds. They both shuddered at the contact.

He paused there for a moment, the very tip just breaching her, stretching her open the smallest amount. Their eyes locked.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he murmured, voice strained with the effort of holding still. "I’ll go slow."

Eva lifted her hips in answer, taking him another inch deeper. A soft, broken moan slipped from her lips at the stretch.

"Slow... but don’t stop," she whispered. Her hands slid up his back, nails digging lightly into muscle. "I want to feel every inch of you claiming me."

Julian’s control snapped like a bow.

He sank into her in one long thrust—slow enough to let her feel him, deep enough to make her gasp. Inch by inch he filled her until he was seated to the hilt, buried so completely that she could feel the throb of his cock inside her own body.

For a heartbeat they simply stayed like that. Petals continued to drift down around them, catching in sweat-damp hair, sticking to flushed skin. The night air was cool against their overheated bodies, but where they touched it was fire.

"Gods..." Julian’s voice cracked. His forehead dropped to hers. "You feel... so tight..."

Eva’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, locking him in place.

"For you," she whispered, voice trembling with emotion and pleasure. "Now move, Julian. Please."

He did.

He pulled back slowly—almost all the way out—until only the tip remained inside her. Then he thrust forward again, filling her completely once more. The wet slide of him inside her made them both groan.

Again. And again.

Each thrust was slow at first, letting her adjust, letting her feel every part of him. But the rhythm built quickly—harder, deeper—as restraint gave way to need. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the grove, charging the atmosphere even more.

Eva’s hands roamed—nails raking down his back, fingers threading through his hair, clutching his shoulders as if she could pull him even closer. She met every thrust with a roll of her hips, taking him deeper, clenching around him until his rhythm faltered.

"Eva—" His voice was wrecked. "You’re... so perfect... so wet for me..."

She answered with a kiss—desperate, tasting herself on his tongue again. Her moans spilled into his mouth with every deep plunge.

The coil inside her began to tighten once more, faster this time. She could feel him thickening inside her, pulsing, so close.

"Julian... I’m—close again—"

"Me too," he growled against her throat. "Cum with me. Let me feel you."

His one hand slid between them, thumb finding her swollen clit and circling with firm pressure.

That was all it took.

Eva shattered around him—harder than before. Her inner walls clamped down in rhythmic pulses, milking him as her cry echoed through the trees. Her nails scored his back; her legs locked tight; tears slipped free again, this time from overwhelming pleasure.

"Eva...."

Julian followed her over the edge with a broken groan of her name. He buried himself to the hilt and erupted inside her. Hot, thick spurts filled her as his hips jerked in helpless little thrusts. He kept moving through it, grinding deep, drawing out every last tremor from them both until they were both shaking.

When the last aftershock faded, he collapsed over her, both of them breathing hard. They lay like that for a long moment, just enjoying each other’s presence.

Finally, Julian lifted his head, looking down at Eva with eyes full of emotion.

"I love you," he said simply.

Eva smiled—radiant, joyful, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

"I love you too," she whispered back.

And under the moonlight, surrounded by fallen pink blossoms, they kissed again.

After half an hour of talking together, Julian made a decision.

"Come with me," he said, standing and helping Eva to her feet. "There’s something I want to show you."

He pulled her close, and before she could ask what he meant, reality shifted around them.

They appeared in the Throne of Gods.

Eva gasped, her eyes wide as she took in the impossible sight—the violet sky, the magnificent landscape, the grandeur of a world that shouldn’t exist.

Julian showed her everything. He gave her a castle of her own on the mountain peak, introduced her to Regina, Gregoria, Eleanor, and the others. Let her see with her own eyes that they were safe, happy and transformed into something more than they had been.

The reunion was emotional, filled with tears and laughter and explanations that took hours.

But eventually, Julian brought Eva back to the Easvil castle.

It was well around midnight when they reappeared in the gardens, both looking slightly disheveled but utterly satisfied.

Julian turned to Eva, taking her hands in his.

"I’ll return," he promised. "As soon as I can."

Eva smiled, her heart finally at peace. She had seen the truth with her own eyes now. Knew that her mother and grandmother were alive and well and Julian had truly built something miraculous.

"I’ll be waiting," she said simply.

One last kiss, and then Julian disappeared.

Eva stood alone in the garden for a moment, then turned and walked back toward the castle, a smile on her face and hope in her heart.

Julian reappeared in his room at the Silver Moon Inn, the familiar space materializing around him. He removed his clothes, washed briefly using the basin of water provided, and then climbed into bed.

Sleep came quickly. The time he had shared with Eva, her reunion with the others, and the relief of seeing everything finally fall into place weighed pleasantly on him. It was a deep sense of ease he hadn’t even realized he had been carrying.