Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 151

DAMIEN’S POV

I held her there, pressed against me, her body trembling with need. My fingers were still teasing her through those soft cotton panties, feeling how wet she already was— because of me, only me. The scent of her arousal hit me hard, making my wolf growl low in my chest. She was mine, and tonight she was going to feel it in every possible way.

“Rose,” I murmured, voice rough with want. I hooked my fingers under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her to my touch. My fingertips slid through her slick heat, finding her clit swollen and ready. I started rubbing faster, firm circles that made her gasp.

She threw her head back against my shoulder with a loud moan, her dark curls spilling over my arm. “Damien…”

Fuck, the way, she said my name-like a prayer, like a plea shot straight to my cock.

“Yes,” I growled, pressing my lips to her neck. “Say that name, baby. Say it again.”

“Damien!” she moaned louder, her hips bucking into my hand, chasing more.

I couldn’t hold back. I slid three fingers deep inside her in one smooth thrust, feeling her tight walls clench around me instantly. She was so wet, so hot, gripping me like shenever wanted to let go. My thumb kept rubbing her clit harder, faster, matching the rhythm of my fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that always made her lose control.

Her legs started to shake, almost giving out, but I held her up easily-one arm banded around her waist, keeping her pinned to me. “I’ve got you,” I whispered, curving my fingers just right, stroking deeper.

She made the most beautiful sounds-whimpers turning into cries, her body arching against mine. I groaned against her skin, loving every noise she made, loving how she fell apart for me.

“Damien… yes…” Her voice broke, and then she screamed my name loud, throwing her head back as she came hard, pulsing around my fingers, soaking my hand.

But I didn’t stop. I kept rubbing her clit, drawing it out, making her ride every wave until she was shaking in my arms.

Before she could catch her breath, I spun her around to face me and crushed my mouth to hers. The kiss was hard, desperate, full of everything I felt-love, possession, need.

She kissed me back just as fiercely, her hands fisting in my shirt.

I lifted her up effortlessly, and her legs wrapped around my waist like they were made to be there. She locked her ankles behind my back, holding on tight as I carried her out of the bedroom and straight to the bathroom.I set her down on the marble counter, her ass hitting the cool surface. She gasped at the contrast, but her eyes-those big, dark, sexy eyes-stayed locked on mine, hazy with lust and trust. It made me even harder, if that was possible.

I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. My fingers went to my shirt buttons, undoing them one by one, but I could feel her watching every move. Her gaze burned into me, lips caught between her teeth as she bit down, looking hungry.

When the shirt was open, her hands came up immediately, sliding over my chest, tracing the lines of muscle there.

Her touch was fire.

I groaned deep in my throat. “This is all yours,” I told her, voice low and serious. “Nobody else’s. Never anybody else’s.”

She smiled softly at that, eyes shining, and it hit me right in the heart-sweet and hot all at once.

yanked my belt open, shoved my trousers and boxers down in one go. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, the tip already wet. It slapped against my stomach, and her eyes dropped to it, widening just a little before her hand wrapped around me.

I hissed at the feel of her soft fingers stroking me. “Fuck… all yours, Rose. Every inch.”

She pumped me once, twice, and I almost lost it right there.

“I’m fucking yours,” I whispered against her ear, voice raw.

“Yours, Rose. Do you get that?”

“Yes,” she moaned, head falling back under the spray. “Yes … you’re mine… mine…”

I squeezed her breasts harder, thumbs flicking over her nipples, then reached down between us and pinched her clit-firm, rolling it between my fingers.

She came undone instantly-screaming my name, walls gripping me so tight I saw stars. Her whole body shook as she came hard, pulsing around my cock.

That pushed me over. I buried myself deep and let go, emptying inside her with a groan that felt like it came from my soul. Pulse after pulse, filling her, marking her inthe most primal way.

We stayed like that, breathing hard, water pouring over us. I kissed her lips softly, then her neck, trailing down to her breasts, tasting the water on her skin. I couldn’t get enough.

Finally, I lifted her chin again, still buried deep inside her, our bodies locked together.

“Who do I belong to?” I whispered against her lips, eyes searching hers.

She smiled-soft, sure, beautiful-and whispered back,

“Me. You belong to me.”