Warlock Ch 48. Screw The Bed!
"Ngh…" Evelyn moaned softly, her fingers tightening in his hair as she tilted her head to give him more access. It was a quiet sound, but it was enough to push Damian further, to make him want more. The way her body responded to his touch, the way she seemed to melt into him—it was overwhelming.
Evelyn pulled back slightly, her breath ragged, but she didn't move far. Her forehead rested against his, her eyes half-lidded, as if she was trying to catch her breath, trying to steady herself in the intense emotions that had swept them both up.
Damian let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest. "Evelyn..." he started, his voice rough, almost hoarse. He didn't even know what he was trying to say. His thoughts were tangled, but he knew one thing for certain—this was real. Whatever this thing between them was, it was real. It was intense. And it wasn't going away.
