Warlock Ch 416. Broken Whisper *
Damian's eyes softened, like he could read every frantic thought tumbling through her mind.
[Pact Creation activated]
Selena gasped when she felt it—felt him—press against her entrance, thick and hard and more than she'd even expected. Her whole body shuddered with anticipation, fear, and an overwhelming, dizzying kind of need.
Damian groaned low against her neck, his hips grinding slowly against her, teasing her, coating himself in her slickness, making sure she was ready.
Still giving her a chance to back out.
Still holding back.
But Selena didn't want restraint.
She wanted him.
She lifted her hips slightly in invitation, cheeks burning, breath stuttering.
And that was all it took.
Damian cursed under his breath—and then he thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one long, slow, claiming stroke.
Selena cried out, her nails biting into his back.
It wasn't painless—it stretched her, filled her in a way she wasn't ready for—but the sharpness of it was drowned out by the overwhelming rightness of having him inside her. She gasped again when he bottomed out, the fullness making her head spin.
Damian didn't move for a second. His whole body trembled with the effort of holding still, of letting her adjust.
His forehead rested against hers, his breathing harsh, his muscles tight like coiled wire.
"Selena," he rasped, voice broken, "gods, you're perfect—" 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝙗.𝒄𝒐𝒎
Her heart squeezed painfully at the rawness of it.
She whimpered, shifting under him, and Damian growled low in his throat—before pulling back slightly and thrusting in again.
The rhythm he set was slow at first—grinding, deliberate—but quickly grew rougher, deeper, each stroke dragging gasps and breathless moans from her lips.
Selena clutched him tighter, hips lifting to meet every thrust instinctively, her body catching fire with each drag and grind of his body against hers.
Damian kissed her hard, swallowing her cries, his hands roaming over her curves like he couldn't get enough of her.
Selena broke the kiss with a desperate gasp when he thrust particularly deep, her back arching, a sharp moan tearing from her throat before she could stop it.
It hurt—but it was a good kind of hurt.
A claiming.
A bond.
Damian's pace turned rougher after that, his restraint fraying at the edges—but even then, his hands never left her. One arm wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to him; the other cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away the stray tears she didn't realize she was shedding.
Tears of overwhelming emotion, not pain.
Tears because he made her feel alive. Seen. Wanted.
Their bodies slammed together harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin loud in the sealed room. Selena lost all sense of time, of space, reduced to pure sensation.
His heat.
His scent.
His voice growling brokenly in her ear as he whispered her name again and again.
She clung to him when she finally broke apart, shattering around him with a loud, broken sob of pleasure she couldn't hold back.
Damian followed a heartbeat later—thrusting deep, spilling inside her with a groan so raw it made her toes curl.
And then—
A faint blue shimmer flickered across Damian's vision.
[System Notification]
[Fae-Touched level 1]
[Minor Resistance to Charm, Illusion, and Nature Magic]
[Partners: Selena Delyanis (Fae)]
[New Spell Unlocked: Verdant Binding]
[Verdant Binding (Active): Summon enchanted fae vines to restrain or protect targets. Strength and flexibility scale with Magic Affinity.]
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
The only sound was the ragged symphony of their breathing, the faint crackle of dissipating mana lingering like embers between them.
Selena buried her face into the crook of Damian's neck, still trembling, her body boneless against him. She could feel the frantic pound of his heart against her chest, could smell the clean, wild scent of his skin, could taste the faint salt of sweat and the charged taste of magic in the air.
Damian rested his forehead against hers, breath hot, arms still locked around her like he couldn't stand to let her go.
'Fuck… What am I doing?'
Selena shifted a little against him, feeling his low rumble of laughter vibrate through her body. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her hair a wild halo around her flushed face.
"What?" she asked, voice a raspy whisper.
"Nothing." Damian's hand brushed gently down her spine, slow and deliberate, making her shiver even after everything they'd just shared.
But the way he was looking at her now...
Like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
It made heat curl low in her stomach again, even though her body ached deliciously from the first round.
And Damian?
Judging from the way his hands tightened on her waist, the way his hips shifted slightly against hers, he wasn't anywhere near done either.
Selena blushed, realizing he was still inside her—half-hard, already stirring back to life.
She bit her lip, staring up at him.
"You're serious," she whispered.
Damian leaned down, pressing a lazy, claiming kiss to her lips. "You have no idea," he whispered.
Before she could answer, he rolled his hips forward—slow and steady—and she gasped sharply, clinging to him again.
"Still perfect," he murmured against her mouth.
This time there was no hesitation.
No fear.
Only the slow, hungry drag of his body against hers as he began to move again, rougher, deeper, every thrust sending sparks skittering down her spine.
Selena moaned openly now, arching into him, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. Damian grunted low in his throat, his pace picking up, more urgent this time. Less careful. More primal.
The slap of skin against skin filled the sealed room again, the mana seals on the door vibrating faintly with the intensity of it.
Selena barely noticed.
All she could feel was him—every inch, every heartbeat, every broken whisper of her name on his lips.
It hurt.
It stretched her beyond what she thought she could take.
But gods, it felt good.