Warlock Ch 209. Lose Control **
He could feel his release building, his control slipping.
"Co for ," she breathed, her eyes locking onto his. "I want to see you lose control, to hear your voice, to feel your pleasure."
Her words pushed him over the edge. With a low growl, he ca, his cock throbbing inside her, his orgasm washing over him.
She also let out a cry, her own release following his, her walls clenching around him, milking him.
[New skill unlocked!]
[Blood Manipulation Lv 1:] This ability allows the Blood Mage/Vampire to manipulate the blood of all enemies in a large radius, slowing their movents and attack speed drastically. After a short delay, the blood constricts, dealing massive damage. If any enemy is slain by this attack, their blood explodes, dealing secondary damage to nearby enemies. Can be used on a single target. Cooldown: 60 seconds. Range: 20 ters.
They stayed like that for a mont, their bodies intertwined, their breathing ragged, their hearts racing.
"That was... incredible," Damian finally said, his voice hoarse.
Victoria smiled, her gaze softening. "It was," she agreed, her voice carrying a warmth that seed at odds with the cool decorum she usually maintained. As Damian began to pull away, intent on distancing himself from the intensity of the mont, she reached out, pulling him back with a surprising strength.
"Now do you believe ?" she asked, her eyes searching for any sign of doubt.
Damian was silent for a mont, deep in thought. Everything that had transpired, the contract, her confessions, their intense physical connection—it all swirled together, making it hard to discern where duty ended and genuine emotion began. Finally, he exhaled slowly, the air heavy with resignation. "I don't have any reason not to believe you," he admitted.
She chuckled, a sound that was both delighted and a little sad. "True. The only problem is that you are still as cold as ever."
"But..." she continued, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek gently. "I will make you fall in love with . Don't worry about it."
Damian's eyes narrowed slightly. "You surely think I'm a nice tool, huh?" he asked, his tone laced with a tinge of sarcasm.
"I'm not sleeping around with tools," she retorted quickly, her eyes flashing with a mix of amusent and challenge.
"Good to hear it. That ans I've already been promoted to pawn," Damian replied dryly.
Victoria laughed, a genuine, unguarded sound that filled the room. "Either pawn or king," she said, her eyes twinkling.
He distanced himself slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed as he processed her words. "So, you told you really consider as a partner?" he asked, needing to hear the confirmation, needing sothing solid to hold onto amidst the swirling chaos of their relationship.
"Yeah. But if you're annoyed with the mission, you shouldn't be," she responded seriously, sitting up to face him. "Let explain to you. I can indeed use my troops to handle Varak. But that would take a lot of my troops. And there could be traitors among them. Not to ntion, other noble vampires might target while my troops are away. Using you and Cassius is the best choice."
Damian exhaled. It was reasonable, painfully so. He said nothing, recognizing the truth in her strategy, even if it rankled to be used as a piece on her chessboard.
Finally, he snapped his fingers, activating his [Telekinesis]. His clothes flew towards him, and he dressed quickly.
"Right," he said tersely, his mind still wrestling with everything she had told him.
Victoria rolled onto her stomach, watching him with an expression that was both playful and earnest. "Does that make you feel better?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur.
He paused, considering her question. Did it make him feel better? The honesty, the strategy, the undeniable connection between them—it was a lot to process. Damian turned to look at her, really look at her. There she was, a queen in every sense, yet here she lay, making herself vulnerable to him in ways he hadn't anticipated.
"No," he said finally, the word more resigned than angry. "But it makes understand you more. And maybe that's a start."
Victoria's smile returned, gentler this ti, more contemplative. "Understanding is the first step to acceptance," she mused.
"And acceptance?" Damian queried, his eyebrow raised as he sat back down beside her.
"Is the first step to love," she finished for him, her gaze locked onto his with an intensity that was almost palpable.
Was this what she was doing? Breaking down his defenses, one truth at a ti, until what? He loved her? Was bound to her by more than just magical contracts and political necessity?
"Love, huh?" he muttered, more to himself than to her. He looked down at her, her red hair fanned out across the pillow, her pale skin a contrast to the dark sheets. She was beautiful, terrifyingly so, and as dangerous as anyone he had ever known.
Victoria propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze never leaving his. "Yes, love," she said firmly. "I believe even soone like you can love, Damian. And I intend to prove it."
He didn't respond, his mind a whirl of emotions he hadn't expected to feel. Love? Could he really co to love soone like Victoria? A part of him wanted to dismiss the idea outright, but another part, a deeper, more hidden part, was curious. What would it be like to truly let go, to fall into the madness she offered?
Damian stood up, his movents slow and deliberate. "I need so air," he said, more to himself than to her. But as he walked toward the door, he paused, turning back to look at her one last ti. "This isn't over," he said, not sure if he was making a promise or stating a threat.
"It never is," Victoria replied, her voice soft, her eyes on him until the very mont he stepped out of the room.
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