Claimed by My Ex Chapter 60 Put me down!

Chapter 60: Chapter 60 Put

down!

Victoria’s POV:

His lips claid mine with increasing hunger, his tongue exploring my mouth with a desperation that made

dizzy. When I managed to catch my breath, I tried to speak.

"Hey... I..." The mont I opened my mouth, Damian seized the opportunity.

It was as if he had restrained himself for too long and could no longer bear it. After our previously interrupted mont, sothing inside him had finally snapped.

Damian’s kiss was fierce and demanding, pressing

against the wall with an intensity that let

feel every hard plane of his body. When he finally pulled back slightly, his eyes were dark with desire, pupils dilated until only a thin ring of color remained.

"Your place or mine?" he growled, his voice rough with need.

I stared at him with wide eyes. I hadn’t planned this—hadn’t anticipated the evening would end with this primal hunger between us.

I gasped, trying to steady myself. His kiss had left my legs feeling weak, and my wolf Nora paced restlessly under my skin, urging

toward him rather than away.

We were only steps from my ho.

Damian’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Then it’s your place. Open the door."

"I won’t," I said, trying to sound firm despite my racing pulse. "What you’re doing... this is crossing a line."

Even as I protested, my body betrayed . My scent was changing, sweetening with arousal that any wolf—especially a dominant one like Damian—could easily detect.

"Then we go to my place," he decided. Before I could react, he bent down and in one fluid motion, hoisted

over his shoulder.

"Put

down!" I shrieked, shocked by his audacity.

The elevator had descended, and Damian didn’t wait, instead carrying

up the stairs to his house. He didn’t even breathe heavily as he climbed, his wolf strength making

seem weightless in his arms.

He set

down on a luxurious couch and imdiately covered my body with his. His mouth claid mine again, more possessive than before. This kiss was pure male dominance—Arthur making his intentions clear to Nora.

I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, yet I felt intoxicated by his scent—smoky cedar with undertones of midnight rose, now heavy with arousal. My arms wound around his neck of their own accord, pulling him closer.

Damian’s large hands explored my body, leaving trails of fire where they passed. His fingers traced the curves of my chest, thumbs brushing over hardened peaks through the thin fabric of my torn dress. My back arched involuntarily, pressing myself more firmly into his touch.

Each caress ignited sothing primal within . This was why wolves often lost control around potential mates—our bodies knew what they wanted before our minds could catch up. My skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive and demanding more.

Just as heat was gathering deep in my abdon and my wolf howled for completion, Damian pulled back. The hard outline of his arousal was clearly visible through his tailored pants, yet he stopped, breathing irregularly.

"I won’t force you," he said, his voice tight. "If you don’t want this, we can stop now."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you pretending to be a gentleman now? How hypocritical!"

He was clearly testing , bringing

to the edge of desire only to leave

hanging. The playful smirk at the corner of his mouth confird my suspicions.

My face flushed with arousal and frustration. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Are you sure you want to stop?"

"Not at all," he admitted, his eyes never leaving mine. "But I need your consent. I don’t want you accusing

of anything tomorrow."

Fine. If he wanted to play this ga, I’d call his bluff.

I endured the desire and rose from the couch, preparing to retrieve my heels from where they had fallen. "Then fine. I’m leaving."

I hadn’t taken two steps before strong arms encircled

from behind, pulling

back against a hard chest. "Don’t," he whispered in my ear, his breath burning. "Stay."

He thought I might hesitate, might show so reluctance to leave. But he was quickly learning I wasn’t soone to be toyed with.

"Make up your mind," I said sharply, turning to face him. "Either you’re a man who takes what he wants, or you’re not. Should I undress myself, or will you do it for ?"

His large hands curved possessively over the fabric of my dress. "I’ll do it."

With one powerful motion, he gripped the material and tore it open. The already damaged zipper gave way with a loud ripping sound, the designer dress falling away around .

"My dress!" I gasped. "That was one of Grace’s runway pieces!"

Damian’s eyes devoured my nearly naked body, taking in the remaining black lace lingerie. "I’ll buy her the entire collection," he promised, his voice rough. "I can’t wait any longer."

Then he lifted , my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried

toward his bedroom. His mouth found the sensitive spot where my neck t my shoulder—where wolves left mating marks—and I shuddered violently in his arms.

My fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, desperate to feel his skin against mine. When I finally pushed the fabric from his shoulders, I gasped at the sight of his sculpted chest and abdon. This man was built like a Greek god, all hard muscle and smooth skin.

"Damian," I moaned as his teeth grazed my collarbone, his hands expertly unhooking my bra.

When my breasts spilled free, he growled appreciatively—a sound so wolf-like that Nora imdiately responded, making my back arch and my nipples harden further. His mouth closed over one peak, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make

cry out.

"Little wolf," he murmured against my skin, "you taste even sweeter than you sll."

His hand slipped between my thighs, finding the wetness there. I gasped as his fingers pushed aside the lace barrier, stroking through my folds, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves until I writhed beneath him.

"Please," I whispered, beyond pride now. My wolf was taking over, demanding completion, demanding to be claid by the alpha male who was currently driving

insane.

When he finally removed the last barriers between us and positioned himself at my entrance, our eyes locked. For a mont, everything was still. This wasn’t just sex—this was sothing more significant between wolves. Our scents had already mingled, creating sothing new and intoxicating.

Then he thrust forward, filling

completely, and the world dissolved into sensation. The feeling of completeness was overwhelming, as if so missing piece had finally clicked into place. Arthur’s triumphant howl seed to echo through Damian’s body as he began to move.

Each powerful thrust drove

higher, tension building unstoppably within . His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries as my nails raked down his back, leaving marks his wolf would wear with pride.

"Mine," he growled against my lips, his movents becoming more urgent. The possessive declaration should have alard , but instead it pushed

closer to the edge.

When release finally ca, it crashed over

in waves so intense that I scread his na, the muscles inside

contracting around him.

Oh, this wonderful feeling was truly hard to resist.