Warlock Ch 203. Obey
Damian couldn't deny the strange satisfaction that coursed through him at that mont.
'This is different,' he thought, his mind racing. 'She's not just playing along. She's serious.'
Without breaking eye contact, Damian dropped his body onto the bed, positioning himself above her in one fluid motion. His hands found her wrists again, pinning them down firmly against the mattress. Control was paramount. This wasn't just about power; it was about ensuring that if Victoria had any hidden plans, he could counter them instantly.
His weight pressed against her, and for the first ti, there was a flicker of sothing other than amusent in her expression—anticipation.
"Control is everything," Damian murmured, his voice steady and sharp. "And you're going to learn that tonight."
Victoria's smile widened. "Teach , then," she said, her tone dripping with challenge.
Damian's grin turned feral. "Gladly."
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "But don't think for a second that I trust you," he whispered. "Not yet."
Her laughter was soft, almost mocking. "Good," she replied. "Trust is overrated anyway."
Damian pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. For a mont, everything else fell away—the danger, the tension, the unspoken threats. It was just the two of them, locked in a battle of wills as much as it was anything else.
He tightened his grip on her wrists, his body pressing her further into the bed. "You like this, don't you?" he asked, his tone half-teasing, half-serious.
Victoria's gaze burned into him, her voice a soft purr. "You have no idea."
Damian smirked. "Then let's make sure you don't forget it."
His lips crashed onto hers, the kiss rough and demanding. Victoria responded eagerly, her mouth parting under his as her hands twisted beneath his grip. But Damian didn't release her, his hold on her wrists tightening.
His free hand moved down her body, his touch firm yet gentle. He traced the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin, savoring the way she arched into him, responding to his every movent. He wanted to devour her, consu her, own her.
The thought should have disturbed him. Instead, it only made his hunger grow, his desire intensifying.
His mouth left hers, trailing down her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him full access, her breath catching as his teeth grazed her skin. Her body was flush against his, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pressed herself against him. The sensation was intoxicating, and Damian couldn't get enough.
A chuckle ca out of her lips.
His eyes narrowed. Sothing was off.
He raised his head, his gaze sharpening. Victoria was watching him, her expression amused, though her cheeks were flushed and her breathing ragged.
She didn't miss a beat. She didn't miss his reaction.
Damian tightened his grip on her wrist, his eyes flashing.
Victoria laughed softly. "C'mon, Damian, Claim . Mark . Make yours. I'm ready."
Her words were like gasoline on an already burning fire. A growl rumbled in his throat, his body moving instinctively as he crushed his lips against hers. His hands released her wrists, moving to grasp her hips, pulling her closer as his mouth devoured hers.
The kiss was hot, passionate, filled with a raw need that couldn't be denied. Damian's hands road over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of exposed skin. He needed more—he needed to claim her, to make her his.
Victoria's hands slid down his chest, her fingers deftly undoing the rest of his buttons. The shirt slipped from his shoulders, landing sowhere on the floor. Damian didn't care. His hands were too busy exploring her body, touching her in ways that made her gasp and moan. Then he realized sothing...
She was horny... This wasn't a normal one, but she was getting more excited than ever. Her pussy was already wet, her clitoris throbbing despite she was still fully clothed. And her nipples were rock hard, straining against the fabric of her dress.
'W-What?' he thought. 'We just started it.'
It was a weird experience for Damian, and the more he touched her, the more intense it got. It was like his very presence was igniting her desire, bringing it to a fever pitch.
'Is she... Is she a nympho?'
Damian wasn't sure what to think, but one thing was certain: he had never seen anyone react this way before. Whatever was happening, Victoria seed lost in the mont, her body responding to his touch as if she was possessed.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze intense as he studied her. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, her breathing ragged.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice husky and thick with desire.
"Nothing," Damian replied, his own voice tinged with sothing darker. "Just enjoying the view."
He didn't give her ti to respond, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. His touch was gentle yet insistent, his fingers brushing against her skin as he exposed her. Victoria didn't resist, her eyes never leaving his.
Damian smirked. "That's a good girl."
He reached the edge of her panties, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric. He could feel her heat, her need, and it only fueled his own. He had never experienced anything like this before. It was intoxicating.
"You're a very bad boy," Victoria said, her voice low and thick with desire.
"Yes," Damian agreed, his grin widening. "And you're a very naughty girl."
Victoria chuckled. "Then punish ," she purred.
Damian's hands tugged her panties off, and his two fingers imdiately slid into her pussy. It was wet and hot, and his dick grew harder.
"Oh!" Victoria gasped.
He pulled his fingers out and began licking her pussy, his tongue sliding between her folds. Victoria's head fell back, a moan escaping her lips. She was losing control, her body responding to his touch with an intensity she couldn't explain.
"Mmm," Damian humd, his tongue tracing circles around her clitoris. "You taste delicious."
Victoria's fingers curled into his hair, pulling him closer. "Don't stop," she breathed, her voice husky and thick with need.
Damian chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through her body. His fingers returned, sliding inside her once again, his tongue flicking her clitoris.
"Ahhh... Mmm..."
The pleasure was overwhelming. Damian's touch was intoxicating, and she was losing herself to it. She needed more—she needed him.
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