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Warlock Ch 50. Unspoken Truth
"Mmmh... " Damian growled, his lips brushing her neck, his breath hot against her skin. The urge to dominate her was overwhelming, and his fingers gripped her hips even harder, his movements growing faster, more urgent.
Evelyn wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her fingers clawing at his back.
"D-Damian..." she whispered, her voice shaky, her whole body trembling from the sheer intensity of their connection.
Damian let out a low growl, his teeth grazing her earlobe, his hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back. He was so close to the edge, his entire body tense, his muscles straining with every thrust.
And then, with one final stroke, Evelyn came undone.
"Ah!" she cried out, her whole body convulsing, her muscles contracting around him, the release so intense she thought she might black out.
"F-F*ck," Damian groaned, his breath hot against her ear, as he buried himself deep inside her. His body tensed, his fingers digging into her flesh, and then he shuddered, his release spilling into her.
They both stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat, the silence only broken by their ragged breathing.
A notification seemed to flash before Damian's eyes.
[New Spells Unlocked!]
[Curse of Agony Lv. 1: Inflicts a painful curse on the target, dealing damage over time.]
"Damian..." Evelyn murmured, her voice barely audible, her head still resting against his chest.
"Mmh," Damian murmured, his hands roaming her body, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "Evelyn," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"That was..." Evelyn started, her voice trailing off, as she tried to find the right words.
Damian smiled softly, his heart still pounding but his mind beginning to settle. He felt the satisfaction in his bones. "Good?" he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple as he spoke.
Evelyn lifted her head slightly, meeting his gaze with eyes. "More than that," she breathed, her arms tightening around him as if she never wanted to let go. She buried her face into his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
But beneath the closeness, Evelyn felt something else—something heavier. Nostalgia washed over her, accompanied by the familiar sting of longing, of love. Her heart swelled with feelings she had kept locked away for far too long, emotions she hadn't dared to revisit until now.
'Damian…' She thought, not just as he was now, but of everything she knew about him—everything she hadn't yet told him. There was so much more to his past, so many things that he hadn't uncovered yet. Part of her wanted to tell him, to reveal the truth she had held back. She wanted him to know everything.
But she stopped herself.
No. This wasn't the time. It wasn't her place to shape his destiny…
Damian had to choose his own path. If she interfered, if she told him the truth now, it might change everything—his choices, his future, the man he was becoming. What she needed to do was love him, as she always had, whether he knew it or not.
And maybe, just maybe, she loved him even more now than she ever had before. Because this time, she wasn't just seeing Damian through the lens of what she knew. She was seeing him for who he truly was.
She held him tighter, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't yet voice. 'I can't lose him again,' she thought, her heart aching at the mere idea of it. Not again. Not after everything.
"Evelyn," Damian whispered, breaking through the haze of her thoughts. He could feel the shift in her, the way her body tensed slightly as if she was holding something back. "What's on your mind?"
For a moment, Evelyn hesitated. She wanted to tell him, to open her heart and let the truth spill out, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not yet.
"I just..." Evelyn started, her voice soft but thick with emotion. She wanted to say it—to tell him she was afraid of losing him. The words hovered on the tip of her tongue, so close to spilling out, but something inside her pulled them back. It wasn't time. Not yet. She swallowed hard, shifting slightly in his arms before whispering, "I'm just so happy that you're with me."
Damian's arms tightened around her, his brow furrowing slightly as he picked up on the weight behind her words. He could sense there was more she wasn't saying, but he didn't push. Instead, he smiled softly, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'm happy too," he murmured, his voice low and genuine. "More than you know."
Evelyn leaned into him, resting her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It calmed her, but it also made her heart ache with a bittersweet nostalgia. She felt everything she hadn't told him piling up, the secrets she kept hidden pulling at her. She wanted to share them with him, to let him in completely. But she also knew that Damian was still finding his way, and some truths might push him too far, too fast.
So, she held back. For now.
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other. Damian's fingers gently traced circles on Evelyn's back, soothing and grounding her, while his mind wandered. The warmth of her skin, the way she melted into him—it felt so natural, like they'd done this a thousand times before. Yet, there was a strange sense of familiarity creeping in, something that didn't quite make sense.
'Why do I feel like I've felt this before?' he thought, a small frown forming on his face. It wasn't just the physical connection or the intimacy they'd shared moments ago. It was deeper than that. A sense of nostalgia that shouldn't have been there—it didn't belong in this moment. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd been here before, done something similar, but he knew this was the first time he'd been with her like this.
This was the first time they'd had this kind of moment—especially here, at the kitchen counter, of all places. Yet, the sensation of deja vu washed over him, strong and unyielding.