Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 153: I Will Give You What You Need *

Warlock Ch 153. I Will Give You What You Need *

Damian's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something deeper. He chuckled softly, the sound rich and full of warmth. "Now this," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "is what I want." He caught her wrist lightly, his grip firm but careful, as though he didn't want to break the fragile moment between them. "I mean," he said, his tone taking on a teasing lilt, "I know you've been holding yourself back."

Her brow furrowed, her confusion evident. "What are you talking about?" she whispered.

"You," he said simply, his thumb brushing over the inside of her wrist. "You've been so focused on taking care of me, on making sure I don't burn out or fall apart, that you've been ignoring what you want. What you need."

Evelyn opened her mouth to protest, but Damian shook his head, his smirk softening into something more sincere. "Don't deny it," he said, his voice quieter now. "You've been holding yourself back while taking care of me, haven't you?"

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she couldn't find the words to respond. His gaze locked onto hers, steady and unrelenting, as if he could see straight through the walls she tried so hard to keep up.

"I…" she started, but the vulnerability in his eyes stopped her. Her hand, still resting on his cheek, trembled slightly as her resolve faltered. "I don't know what you're talking about," she pretended.

"Yes, you do," Damian said gently, leaning into her touch. His voice was calm, but there was an edge of conviction that made her chest tighten. "You're always so busy taking care of me—making sure I'm okay, making sure I don't overdo it—that you forget about yourself."

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping as a faint blush crept across her cheeks. "It's not like that," she murmured, though the words felt weak even to her.

"It is," Damian insisted, his hand lifting to cover hers, holding it against his face. "And it's not fair." His grin widened.

Her eyes snapped back to his, startled. "Not fair?"

"Not fair to you," he said softly. "You don't have to hold back, Evelyn. Not with me."

The sincerity in his voice was her undoing. The tension in her shoulders melt away, replaced by a warmth that spread through her like a flame. Her thumb brushed over his cheekbone again, her touch feather-light as she leaned closer.

"Damian," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. Instead, he closed the remaining distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was as gentle as it was consuming. Her eyes fluttered shut, her hand sliding from his cheek to his neck as she leaned into him, her heart pounding in her chest.

Damian's hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. His other hand rested lightly on her jaw, his thumb brushing against her skin with such care it made her chest tighten. There was no teasing now, no smirks or sarcastic quips. Just him, raw and completely unguarded, pouring everything he felt into the kiss.

Evelyn's breath hitched as Damian pulled back slightly, his hands trailing down her arms with deliberate slowness. He stood at the edge of the bed, his movements unhurried as he began to remove his shirt. She watched, transfixed, as the fabric peeled away to reveal his body—lean, muscular, and scarred from his last battle.

Her eyes traveled over him, lingering on the faint marks etched into his skin. Her chest tightened, her heartbeat quickening. Her gaze flicked up to meet his, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. His eyes burned with an intensity that made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that wasn't frightening but exhilarating. She swallowed hard, her lips parting as she tried to find her voice.

"Damian…" she whispered, her tone caught between awe and anticipation.

He smirked, the faintest curve of his lips that was equal parts playful and predatory. "You keep saying my name like that," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "and I might start thinking you like what you see."

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Evelyn's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. Instead, her fingers reached out, tracing the faint line of a scar that ran across his chest.

"I do," she admitted softly, her voice barely audible. "Every part of you."

The teasing smirk faded from Damian's face, replaced by something deeper, more raw. He leaned down, his hands bracketing her hips as he pressed her back onto the mattress. His weight above her was grounding and electrifying all at once.

Evelyn's heart pounded as he dipped his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. He moved with purpose, his kisses trailing downward. His hands roamed her body, exploring with a confidence that made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

Her thoughts blurred, the only clarity being the way he touched her—firm but reverent, as though she were something precious. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to map her skin with his mouth.

When his hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt, her breath hitched again, her body arching instinctively into his touch. There was no hesitation in the way he undressed her.

Evelyn couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped her lips as he pulled back briefly, his gaze sweeping over her with an intensity that made her pulse race. She felt exposed, but not in a way that made her want to hide.

"Beautiful," Damian said, the word rough and unfiltered as it left his lips. His hands moved to her waist, holding her steady as he leaned down to kiss her again. This time, there was nothing soft about it. The kiss was hungry, demanding, leaving her dizzy and eager for more.