I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM-Chapter 657: The buried passion - r18

Eva responded immediately, her tongue meeting his, tangling, fighting for dominance they way they always had.

Julian’s hand on her waist slid lower, gripping her hip, pulling her harder against him. Eva made a small sound in the back of her throat as her body melted into his.

Their mouths moved together with the familiarity of longtime lovers, knowing exactly what the other wanted, what the other needed. Julian’s lips were demanding but giving, taking everything she offered while providing everything she craved.

Eva’s hands moved from his shoulders to his hair, fingers threading through the blonde strands, holding his head to hers.

The kiss went on and on, neither willing to break apart.

When they finally, reluctantly pulled apart for air, both were breathing hard.

"Julian," Eva breathed, her hands still tangled in his hair.

"I couldn’t take you," Julian said quietly, his forehead resting against hers. "I had seconds to act, Eva. Seconds to save who I could. And you were with Father that night, helping him with something. If I had tried to reach you too, I might have failed to save anyone."

His hands framed her face again, his thumbs wiping away her tears.

"But not a day went by that I didn’t think of you. Didn’t miss you. Didn’t wish I could have brought you with me."

Eva’s eyes searched his, looking for any hint of deception but she found only truth and regret.

"I hate you," she whispered, though her tone carried no heat. "I hate that you left me. I hate that you died. I hate that you came back and have to leave again."

She pulled him back into another kiss, this one slower but no less intense.

"But I love you more than I hate you," she continued between kisses. "I love you more than anything. More than is proper. More than is sane."

Her hands slid down from his hair to his chest, feeling the hard muscle there.

"So if you’re going to leave again," she said, her voice becoming stronger, more determined. "If you’re going back to Hermes Kingdom and leaving me here again—then give me something to hold onto. Give me a memory to sustain me until you return."

Julian understood what she was asking. What she was offering.

"Eva—" he started, but she cut him off with another kiss.

"Don’t argue with me," she said against his lips. "Don’t be noble. Don’t tell me this isn’t the right time or place. I need you, Julian. I need to feel you, to be with you."

Her hands were already working at the fastenings of his shirt, pulling it from his trousers, seeking skin.

"I need you," she repeated, her voice breaking slightly. "Please. Give me this before you go."

Julian looked into his sister’s eyes—saw the love there, the need, the desperate desire to connect before he left again—and made his decision.

"Come with me," he said quietly, taking her hand.

Julian led her deeper into the gardens, away from the waterfall and the open lawns. They reached a secluded grove where ancient plum trees grew in a circle. The pink flowers were in full bloom, their delicate petals fluttering in the night breeze like pale butterflies. Some had fallen to create a soft carpet on the ground below.

The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting everything in silver—the flowers, the grass and even Eva’s face as she looked up at him. It was ethereal, romantic, private. A space that felt removed from the rest of the world.

They stood close to one another, so close that Julian could feel the heat from her body.

Julian broke the silence.

"Are you sure?" he asked, searching her eyes. "What about brother-in-law, William?"

Eva seemed to hesitate for a moment, her expression flickering as she remembered William.

But as she looked back into Julian’s eyes—those blue eyes that had haunted her dreams for years—everything else faded. The duty, the propriety, the marriage, William himself—it all became background noise compared to the overwhelming need to be with Julian again.

She took her finger and brought it to his lips, pressing gently to silence any further questions.

That was all Julian needed.

Their lips crashed together again, the kiss immediately becoming heated and desperate. Julian’s hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him while Eva’s arms wrapped around his neck, holding him like a lifeline.

They kissed deeply, hungrily, making up for lost time.

Slowly, without breaking the kiss, they sank down together onto the soft grass. Pink plum blossoms drifted down around them like snow, landing in Eva’s red hair, on their shoulders, adding to the dreamlike quality of the moment.

Julian gently pushed Eva back until she was lying on the grass. He positioned himself over her, his hands supporting his weight.

Their eyes met for a moment—a silent question and answer passing between them.

Then Julian lowered his head and began kissing down her jawline to her neck.

Eva gasped, her head tilting back instinctively to give him better access. "Julian..."

His lips found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He kissed it softly at first, then with more intensity.

"Ahh..." Eva’s breath caught, her fingers threading into his hair, holding him there.

Julian increased the pressure, sucking gently on her skin, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. Eva’s response was immediate—her back arched slightly off the ground, pressing her body more firmly against his.

"Julian... oh..." Her voice was breathy, filled with need.

He bit down—not hard enough to truly hurt, but firm enough to mark, to claim. Eva cried out softly, the sound somewhere between pleasure and pain, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"Mmm... yes..."

Julian sucked harder, knowing he was leaving a mark, a hickey that would bloom purple on her pale skin. The evidence that he’d been here, that this wasn’t a dream and she belonged to him as much as he belonged to her.

Eva’s breathing became more ragged, small sounds escaping her lips with each movement of his mouth against her neck.

"Ahh... Julian... that feels..."

He moved to another spot, repeating the process—kissing, sucking, biting gently. Creating another mark. Another claim.

"Oh god..." Eva’s hips rolled slightly beneath him.