Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 65 Her lips pressed against mine

Damian’s POV: 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Her lips pressed against mine—soft, tentative, completely unexpected. That hesitant exploration sent a surge of heat through my body, pooling deep in my abdomen as my wolf howled triumphantly.

Victoria’s kiss was nothing like what I’d anticipated. I was used to dominance, conquest—but here she was, barely touching me, her tongue gently probing, teasing. The sweetness of her scent intensified, making me dizzy as Arthur pushed against my control, demanding more.

Her golden eyes remained half-closed, cheeks flushed from alcohol and desire. A dangerous thought crossed my mind: did she know who she was kissing? Was she mistaking me for that bastard who’d brought her home?

The thought made my vision blur with anger. I wasn’t anyone’s substitute.

"You’re so handsome," she murmured, fingers tracing my jawline, boldly exploring my face.

"Victoria!" My voice became rough, strained from the effort to maintain control. "Do you know who you’re kissing?"

"Don’t want me to kiss you?" She looked up at me through those incredible long lashes, eyes hazy with desire and alcohol. "Fine then."

She started to pull back, and something primitive inside me refused to let that happen. I caught her wrist, pulling her back to me.

"Look at me. Who am I?" I demanded, needing to know she recognized me.

Victoria squinted, studying my face with drunken concentration, then answered: "You’re that... dog..."

I suppressed a growl. She called me a dog?? No, she must have mistaken me for someone else. Like her ex-boyfriend. Thinking this made me even angrier.

"I’m going to sleep now," she announced, stumbling toward her bedroom.

Before she could reach it, she nearly crashed into a cabinet. My reflexes took over as I reached out, placing my hand on the hard surface to prevent her from hurting herself. Her body collided with my palm instead of the cabinet’s edge.

After ensuring she was safely in her bedroom, I went to her kitchen to prepare some honey water. Nothing could counteract alcohol, but tomorrow’s hangover would be brutal without it.

I knocked politely on her bedroom door before bringing in the drink. When there was no response, I announced my presence: "I’m coming in."

The sight that greeted me made my throat go dry. Victoria sat on the bed, having removed everything except her underwear. Her skin—pale as moonlight during winter hunts—contrasted starkly with the dark fabric of her bra. The perfect curves of her breasts, the flat plane of her abdomen, the sensual dip of her waist...

I nearly dropped the glass in my hand.

"Victoria!" My voice became a hoarse rasp. "Put your clothes on!" After all, I was still angry. I didn’t want to make love with her while serving as a substitute.

Her hands moved behind her back, reaching for her bra clasp, and my wolf nearly broke free of my control. Vivid memories of our previous night flashed through my mind—her perfect body beneath mine, the sounds she made when I possessed her.

"Don’t move!" I commanded, using every ounce of willpower to prevent myself from pouncing.

I grabbed a nearby shirt and draped it over her shoulders, covering the tempting sight. She immediately tried to remove it, clearly uncomfortable with the constraint.

"Keep it on," I ordered firmly, one hand keeping the shirt in place while the other offered the honey water. "Drink this."

Thankfully she obeyed, perhaps driven by thirst. The sight of her lips now wet and glistening only intensified my hunger. Her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop, and I had to suppress a groan.

She handed back the empty glass, simply commanding: "Here. Damian."

I froze. So she did recognize me? She kissed me because I was Damian? When this realization hit, I was thrilled. I set the glass on the nightstand, my eyes locking with hers. "Victoria, after everything I’ve done for you tonight, don’t I deserve a small reward?"

I didn’t wait for her answer. My lips crashed down on hers possessively, claiming her mouth without the hesitation she’d shown earlier. Arthur’s influence surged through me, demanding I mark her, possess her, make her remember exactly who I was.

Victoria yielded under my assault, those gorgeous golden eyes widening then fluttering closed. Her sweet taste mixed with honey drove me wild as I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. She moaned softly against me, the sound vibrating through my body.

I pushed her back onto the bed, following her down without breaking the kiss. My hands moved of their own accord, sliding under the shirt I’d just put on her, finding the warm skin beneath. Her body arched to meet my touch, seeking more.

"Sweetheart," I growled against her neck, nipping at the delicate skin there. "Do you know how crazy you drive me?"

Her only response was a whimper as my teeth grazed her pulse point. I could feel her heartbeat accelerate, smell the desire building in her sweet scent. My hand found her breast, still constrained by her bra, and I growled in frustration at the barrier.

Skillfully, I unhooked the clasp, freeing her perfect flesh to my hungry gaze. My mouth watered at the sight, and I didn’t hesitate to lower my head, taking one hardened nipple between my lips. Victoria gasped, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me closer.

"Damian," she moaned, the sound of my name on her lips nearly making me lose control.

She really knew who I was. She wasn’t confusing me with anyone else. Confirming this knowledge sent a wave of possessive satisfaction through me.

I continued my assault on her senses, my hands exploring every inch of her body as I moved lower, leaving kisses along her abdomen. When I reached the edge of her panties, I looked up, meeting her hazy but desire-filled eyes.

"Tell me you want this," I demanded. Despite her obvious arousal, I needed to hear her consent.

"Please," she whispered, lifting her hips in invitation.

I slid the last piece of fabric down her legs, exposing her completely to my hungry gaze. She was perfect—wet and ready for me. I lowered my head between her thighs, my tongue finding her most sensitive spot with unerring accuracy.

Victoria’s back arched off the bed, a cry escaping her lips as I tasted her. She was sweeter than anything I’d ever experienced, and I devoured her like a starving wolf. Her thighs trembled around my head as I pushed her toward release, my tongue circling and flicking her clit while my fingers teased her entrance.

She nearly screamed when I slid two fingers into her tight heat, her inner walls contracting around the invasion. I curved my fingers, finding that spot that made her see stars, while my mouth continued its relentless attention to her bundle of nerves.

"Damian!" she cried out as her climax hit, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath me.

I didn’t give her time to recover. Standing quickly, I stripped off my own clothes, my erection springing free, hard and aching for her. Positioning myself between her spread thighs, I rubbed the head of my cock against her slick entrance, teasing us both.

"Look at me," I commanded, waiting until those golden eyes focused on mine. "I want you to know exactly who’s fucking you."

With one powerful thrust, I buried myself completely inside her. We both groaned at the sensation—her tight heat gripping me like a vice, my thickness stretching her perfectly.

Then I began to move, setting a punishing rhythm that had Victoria clawing at my back, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by our mingled moans and growls.

"Mine," I growled in her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Say it, Victoria. Say you’re mine."

"Yours," she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders deep enough to draw blood. The pain only heightened my pleasure. "I’m yours, Damian!"

I felt her walls beginning to tighten around me again, signaling her approaching climax. Reaching between us, I rubbed her clit in time with my thrusts, determined to make her fall apart again.

"That’s it, baby," I encouraged, feeling my own release building at the base of my spine. "Come for me again. Let me feel you."

Her second orgasm hit even more violently than the first, her body contracting around me so tightly I could barely move. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and with one final powerful thrust, I emptied myself inside her, marking her in the most primitive way.

We remained locked together, panting and sweating, as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through both our bodies. I pressed my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling as we slowly returned to reality.