NOVPUBWarlock Ch 415. I Don't Want Regrets *
Selena smiled—a small, aching thing—and cupped his jaw gently in both hands, forcing him to look at her.
"There's never a good time for this," she whispered back. "You know that."
Damian swallowed hard, his entire body tense like he was fighting himself and losing.
"And besides..." Selena added, mischief flickering behind the storm still raging in her green eyes. "I heard you this morning."
Damian blinked. "Heard what?"
"Between you, Victoria, and Evelyn," Selena said, a little more smug now. "You know. That."
It took him a second.
Then it clicked—and Damian's face went red so fast she almost laughed.
"You... heard that?" he croaked, horrified.
Selena nodded, biting her lip to hide her amusement. "Yep. All of it."
He groaned, dropping his forehead briefly to her shoulder like the universe had personally betrayed him.
"I was actually about to come to your room," Selena continued, tracing light patterns along his bare shoulders with her fingertips. "I wanted to talk to you... maybe do something reckless even then. But..."
"But?" he mumbled into her skin.
"I heard them." She poked his side pointedly. "You. Them. Everything."
Damian pulled back just enough to stare at her, a mixture of exasperation and embarrassment swirling in his dark eyes.
"So you just... pretended to sleep?"
Selena shrugged, feigning innocence. "Seemed safer."
"You," Damian said slowly, voice dry, "have a terrible habit of eavesdropping."
Selena grinned up at him, all fake sweetness. "And you have a terrible habit of making me want to."
He huffed a quiet laugh despite himself, the tension bleeding from his frame, replaced by something warmer. More dangerous.
Selena's hands fisted in his coat again, pulling him closer until their noses almost brushed.
"Selena," he rasped again, voice low and strained. "Are you sure? I mean… You aren't stable. I don't want you to make a decision that you will regret later."
She nodded without hesitation, her heart pounding so loud it filled the spaces between their breathing.
"I don't want regrets," she whispered, feeling him shudder slightly at the honesty in her voice. "Not if... not if tonight's the last night."
He wanted to deny it, yet... he couldn't say anything. He didn't know what forces were inside the vault or whether they were strong enough or not to destroy it.
Damian searched her face one last time—looking for fear, for doubt, for anything that might stop him.
He found none.
Only determination.
And something terrifyingly, beautifully like love.
He cursed under his breath, a soft growl, and kissed her again—deeper, hungrier.
Something flashed in his eyes—pain, want, fear—and then he kissed her again. Harder this time. Desperate. Like he'd been holding back forever and finally let go.
His coat hit the floor somewhere behind him.
Her fingers tugged at his shirt, feeling the muscle, the heat underneath.
Damian broke the kiss long enough to press his forehead to hers.
"I'm bad at this. I mean…" he said hoarsely. "I don't… I don't do gentle very well."
"I'm not asking for gentle," she breathed against his mouth.
His answering growl was low, almost a purr.
And then they were moving again—stumbling toward the bed, bumping into the nightstand, laughing breathlessly between kisses.
Damian's hands roamed her body like he was trying to memorize every inch, every curve. His touch wasn't hesitant anymore—it was firm, grounding, steady. Like he was making damn sure she knew exactly how much he wanted her.
Selena arched against him, pulling him closer, feeling the rush of mana between them—their energies brushing, intertwining, like sparks from colliding storms.
Clothes vanished piece by piece, shed without grace but with a kind of fierce hunger.
When Damian finally pushed her gently onto the bed, crawling over her, braced on his forearms so he wouldn't crush her, his sigils glowed faintly against her bare skin, lighting up the small space between them.
"Tell me to stop," he said, voice rough.
Selena shook her head, hands threading through his damp hair.
"Don't you dare."
And then there were no more words.
Only heat.
Only touch.
His mouth found her throat, her collarbone, her chest—each kiss reverent, searing. She gasped, her body arching to meet him, desperate for more. His hands mapped every inch of her like she was a puzzle he wanted to solve with touch alone.
Selena shivered under him, the tension in her stomach coiling tighter with every slow thrust of his hips against hers, every graze of his teeth along her skin.
When he finally slid into her—slow, steady, so careful despite his earlier warning—it stole her breath.
They fit together perfectly.
Like they had been made for this.
Selena clutched his shoulders, nails digging into him slightly, but Damian just growled and kissed her harder, setting a slow, grinding rhythm that built and built until she thought she might snap.
He murmured her name against her skin like a prayer.
She whispered his in return like a promise.
And when they finally broke apart—shuddering, gasping, utterly wrecked—Selena held onto him like the world would disappear if she let go.
She clung to Damian's body, her fingers digging into his shoulders, breathing hard against the damp heat of his skin. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, their tangled limbs half covered by the soft folds of the rumpled bedsheets.
But even as her body trembled from the high of their kiss, the real storm hadn't even started yet.
Because Damian pulled back—just enough to look at her properly.
His black hair was messy, his lips slightly swollen, his breath ragged. His arms were braced on either side of her, caging her in like she was something precious. Something he couldn't afford to lose. no𝚟𝚙u𝚋.c𝚘m
Selena stared up at him, chest rising and falling fast, her nerves crackling under her skin.
This was real.
This was happening.
A flicker of fear stirred in her belly—not because she didn't want this—but because it was her first time. Because she didn't know how this would feel, how much it would change her.
She wasn't naive. She understood what sex was in theory. She just never expected it to be with him. Not here.
Not like this.
And yet... there was no hesitation in her heart.
