Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 154: Powerless *
Warlock Ch 154. Powerless *
Her body responded to him instinctively, her hands roaming over his back, tracing the planes of his muscles and the scars that marked his journey. She wanted to memorize every inch of him, to lose herself in the connection that burned between them.
Damian's dominance was undeniable. He took control, his movements confident and assertive, guiding her into a rhythm that left her breathless. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word made her feel like she was on fire, her thoughts dissolving into the haze of sensation.
He murmured her name like it was a prayer. Evelyn had never felt so completely consumed, so utterly powerless in the best way possible.
His cock entered her body, gliding smoothly inside her as Evelyn's muscles tightened around him, gripping him like they never wanted to let go. Damian pushed deeper, making her back arch off the bed.
"Ahnn…" she moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. She could feel every inch of him, the heat of his skin against hers.
Damian leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "I love that voice," he murmured, his voice rough with his own desire.
Evelyn's hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer. "Don't stop," she gasped out, lost in the sensation that was building inside her.
The bed creaked under them. Damian's pace quickened, his movements becoming more deliberate as he angled his hips, finding that sweet spot that made Evelyn cry out.
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"OH!" She could feel her climax building, a rush of heat that threatened to overtake her senses. "Damian!" she called out, her voice echoing off the walls.
He responded with a groan, his thrusts becoming uneven as he neared his own release. Evelyn felt the shudder run through his body, his grip tightening on her as he reached his climax with her.
By the time they finally collapsed together, their breaths were coming in ragged gasps.
'He did it again…' She curled against him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"You good?" he murmured, his voice soft.
"More than good," Evelyn replied, her voice low and content. She tilted her head to look up at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "That was…"
"Intense?" he offered, raising an eyebrow.
"Perfect," she corrected, her fingers tracing along his jawline.
Damian chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I'm glad," he said, squeezing her gently. "You know I—"
"I know," Evelyn interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. "You don't have to say it. I know."
They fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that only comes with a deep, easy familiarity.
Eventually, sleep began to pull at them. Damian's arm tightened slightly around Evelyn as her breathing evened out, her warmth nestled against him. But even as her presence anchored him.
Before he knew it, the world around him faded, melting into the black void he'd visited before. The familiar sensation of stepping into the realm where his Mana Core, the ancient artifact, resided washed over him.
He opened his eyes to find himself standing in the void once more, the artifact gleaming faintly in the distance. It still resembled the jagged, crystalline structure he'd seen before, but something about it was different now. It looked… newer, stronger. The once-fractured surface appeared smooth, as though time itself had healed it.
'This thing… is also getting stronger like me.'
Damian folded his arms, his steps deliberate as he approached the artifact. His gaze was sharp, his jaw set with determination. He stopped a few paces away, tilting his head as he studied it.
"Hey," he called out, his tone steady but edged with irritation. "I know you're awake. I want to speak."
The artifact remained silent, its faint glow pulsing steadily as if taunting him with its indifference.
Damian's brow furrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Hey, don't act stupid. I know you can hear me!"
This time, the artifact responded, its voice cutting through the void with its signature arrogance. "I heard you the first time, you goddamn warlock. What do you want to ask?"
Damian's lips curled into a faint smirk, though his eyes remained sharp. "Victoria," he said bluntly. "What happened to her in the past? Is it true that I killed her husband?"
The artifact paused, its glow flickering slightly as if weighing its response. "What answer do you expect from me?" it asked, its tone dripping with disdain. "Do you expect me to say you didn't kill him at all? That it was an accident? Or maybe you want me to justify it with some noble, 'good reason.'"
Damian's smirk faded, replaced by a steely glare. "You better tell me," he said, his voice firm. "For the past two days, you've only given me fragmented flashbacks—bits and pieces of my past with Cassius and Evelyn. If you're so eager to remind me of who I was, then stop holding back. Give me more. And don't think I didn't notice how you blocked me when I tried to remember my fight with the demon king."
The artifact's glow dimmed slightly, its silence stretching for a moment that felt like an eternity. When it finally spoke, its voice was colder, more serious. "That demon king… you know the consequences of defeating him and taking his power, don't you?"
Damian raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Enlighten me."
"You were cursed," the artifact said bluntly. "By taking his power, you didn't just defeat him—you disrupted the balance of this world. That's why you became a target. You shouldn't have done it in the first place."
Damian let out a short, humorless laugh. "Really? That's the excuse you're going with? Because honestly, it doesn't feel like a curse. It feels more like you're covering something up."
The artifact's glow flared briefly, as if offended by the accusation. "Watch your tone, warlock."
"No, you watch yours," Damian shot back, stepping closer. "You've been withholding information from me since day one."
The artifact's silence stretched again, its glow flickering erratically as though struggling with an internal conflict. "The curse is real," it said finally, its voice quieter but no less sharp. "It marks you as an anomaly, a threat to the natural order. That's why you're hunted."
"Still not buying it," Damian said, his tone dismissive. "If this curse is so damning, why haven't I felt it? Why do I feel like there's more to this than you're letting on?"
The artifact hesitated, its glow dimming once more. "Because some truths are better left buried."
Damian's eyes narrowed, his frustration boiling over. "Not for me, they're not. Whatever you're hiding, it's tied to everything—Victoria, the demon king, even my rebirth. If you think I'm going to stop digging, you don't know me at all."
Damian's eyes narrowed, his frustration boiling over. "Not for me, they're not. Whatever you're hiding, it's tied to everything—Victoria, the demon king, even my rebirth. If you think I'm going to stop digging, you don't know me at all."
The artifact pulsed faintly, its glow flickering like a dying ember. Then, with a sharp burst of arrogance, it replied, "Pfft! As if I care."
