I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

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.

Her hands had moved from his hair to his shoulders, holding tightly as sensations overwhelmed her.

Meanwhile, Julian continued his assault on her neck. Her body was responding to every touch, every kiss and every bite. The familiar heat was building low in her belly and the need was becoming almost unbearable.

After few passionate moment, Julian pulled back slightly to look at his work—three distinct marks blooming on her neck. Then his eyes met hers, dark with desire and possessiveness.

“Mine,” he whispered.

“Yours,” Eva agreed breathlessly. “Always yours.”

Julian’s lips curved into a satisfied smile before he began moving lower. He left trails of lingering kisses from her neck to her collarbone, all while his hands worked to loosen the laces of her gown.

“Too many clothes,” he muttered, frustration evident in his voice as he struggled with the dress.

Eva laughed softly. “Let me help…”

Her hands joined his, and together they managed to loosen the bodice enough for Julian to pull it down, exposing her breast to the cool night air and his hungry gaze.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. “I had forgotten how perfect you are.”

“Liar,” Eva said with a shaky smile. “You always knew exactly how I looked.”

“Then let me remind myself,” Julian replied, lowering his head to her chest.

His lips found the soft skin of her breast, kissing gently at first—tender, almost reverent touches that made Eva’s breath hitch. Then his mouth became more demanding, more possessive.

Eva’s hands found his hair again, her fingers tightening in his strands as small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips.

“Ahh… Julian…”

His mouth finally closed over her nipple, and Eva’s back arched off the grass, pressing herself more firmly into his mouth.

“Oh… oh god…”

Julian increased the suction, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak while his hand came up to cup her other breast, thumb brushing across the neglected nipple.

“Mmm… yes… just like that…”

He switched sides, giving equal attention to her other breast—kissing, licking, sucking until Eva was writhing beneath him. Her breathing was ragged and moans were continuously falling from her lips.

“Ahh… ahh… Julian… please…”

Pink plum blossoms continued to fall around them, creating a scene of almost surreal beauty—the noble lady laid out beneath the plum trees, her gown pulled down, her brother worshipping her body with single-minded devotion.

Julian continued his exploration, leaving marks on the tender skin of her breasts. Eva’s hands tightened in his hair with each bite, each particularly intense than the last.

“You’re going to mark me everywhere,” she gasped, though there was no complaint in her voice, only pleasure and satisfaction.

“Yes,” Julian agreed simply, his voice muffled against her skin. “So everyone knows you’re mine.”

He began moving lower, making his way toward her stomach. His hands worked to pull the heavy fabric of her gown further down, exposing more of her body to his attention.

Eva lifted her hips to help him and the gown slid past her waist. The moonlight painted her exposed skin in silver, making her look almost ethereal.

Julian’s mouth found her stomach, kissing the soft flesh there with deliberate slowness. His tongue traced circles on her skin, drawing small gasps and sighs from Eva.

“Julian… what are you…”

He reached her navel, his lips pressing a soft kiss there before his tongue dipped into the small hole, swirling slowly.

“Ahh!” Eva’s hips jerked slightly at the unexpected sensation, her hands moving from his hair to grip the grass beneath her.

Julian continued lavishing attention on her navel, kissing and licking, occasionally sucking gently on the sensitive skin around it. His hands were on her hips, holding her steady as she squirmed beneath his worship.

“Oh… oh god… that’s… mmm…”

Her breathing was becoming more labored, her body responding to every touch, every kiss. The combination of the cool night air on her heated skin, the soft grass beneath her, and Julian’s mouth on her body was overwhelming her senses.

“Julian… please… I need…”

Julian lifted his head slightly. “What do you need, Eva?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “Tell me what you want.”

Eva’s face was flushed, her eyes glazed with need.

“You,” she breathed. “I need you. All of you. Please…”

Julian smiled. “Then you’ll have me,” he promised.

His hands moved to the remaining fabric bunched at her hips, slowly pulling the heavy gown down over her legs. Eva lifted herself to help, her body trembling with need and anticipation as the cool night air touched her newly exposed skin.

The dress finally came free, and Julian tossed it aside carelessly, leaving Eva lying beneath him in only her thin undergarments.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.

Eva’s face flushed deeper. “You’re still dressed,” she pointed out. “That’s hardly fair.”

Julian’s smile widened. “Then help me fix that.”

Eva’s hands immediately went to his shirt, working at the buttons. The fabric soon loosened and Julian tossed it aside to join her discarded gown.

The moonlight illuminated his chest, highlighting the sculpted muscles and abs. Her hands moved over his skin with wonder.

“You’ve changed,” she whispered. “You’re stronger. More… everything.”

“Training does that,” Julian replied, capturing one of her wandering hands and bringing it to his lips, kissing her palm gently. “But I’m still me, Eva. Still your Julian.”

“My Julian,” Eva repeated, the possessiveness in her voice clear. Her other hand traced down his chest, over his abs and finally towards the waistband of his trousers. “Then prove it. Show me you’re still mine.”

Julian caught her wrist gently before she could go further. “Not yet,” he said. “I’m not done with you.”

Eva’s breath froze as Julian lowered himself again, his lips finding her stomach once more, kissing just below her navel. His hands moved to her thighs, spreading them gently before he positioned himself between them.

“Julian…” Eva’s voice was uncertain now, realizing what he intended. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Julian interrupted, looking up at her with eyes dark with hunger. “I’ve dreamed of this. Of tasting you.”

His hands hooked into the waistband of her remaining undergarment, slowly pulling it down her legs. Eva lifted her hips automatically, helping him remove the final barrier between them.

Now she was completely exposed to him.