Warlock Ch 417. The Warlock and The Princess *
Every rough thrust, every possessive kiss, every hand gripping her like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to the world—it burned her alive.
She sobbed his name when she came again, shattering around him, her whole body clenching desperately.
Damian growled low, losing the last shreds of his control, pounding into her through her climax until he followed, groaning harshly into her shoulder, filling her again with staggering heat.
They collapsed together, tangled and breathless and utterly undone.
This time, neither of them said anything.
There was no need.
Because in the small, steaming space between their ragged breaths, their shaking hands, their racing hearts—They knew.
This wasn't just survival.
Wasn't just a reckless mistake.
It was them.
The warlock and the princess.
The broken boy and the stubborn girl.
Tangled together now, bound by blood, by magic, and by something even older.
