Evaline:
Instead of answering his teasing words, I leaned in and kissed him.
It was soft... so soft that for a second, I wasn’t sure he even felt it. But I knew he did. His breath hitched. His eyes widened for the briefest mont, then fluttered closed as he responded by kissing back. The surprise lted into sothing warr, sothing deeper.
My fingers curled into his shirt and I anchored myself to him as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. His lips were moving against mine slowly, deliberately, coaxing, savoring. Like he had all the ti in the world to morize . It was unhurried at first - just mouths eting, lips brushing, breaths shared.
I sighed into the kiss, and that’s when I felt sothing shifting.
Sothing changed between us, sothing raw and hungry stirred.
His hand found my waist and then slipped under the woolen top I was wearing. As I felt the warmth of his palm making contact with the bare skin of my lower back, I gasped into the kiss.
And this was all it took for him to take charge. His other hand ca up to cup the back of my head, tilting just the way he wanted, and then he kissed like a man starved.
And I responded like soone who had waited too long.
I fisted my fingers into his shirt as he kissed deeper, harder, and pulled closer until there was no space left between our bodies. I was able to feel every inch of him - his solid fra, his rapid heartbeat, his desire bleeding into mine through the mate bond.
His tongue brushed mine, teasing, and I moaned before I could stop myself. And that single sound seed to ignite sothing in him.
He pulled into his lap, his hands gripping my hips as if anchoring himself, and then his lips trailed from my mouth to my jaw, down to my throat. I tilted my head for him instinctively, offering him more.
His kisses were open-mouthed, slow but firm. His hot breath against my skin was doing unexplainable things to . And when his tongue brushed over the sensitive spot just under my ear... I shivered. He lingered there, placing a kiss that sent a bolt of heat straight through my spine.
"Oscar..." I whispered, sliding my hands into his hair and letting my fingers tangle in those soft, dark strands.
His hands moved along my back, up to my sides, until he was caressing the curve of my waist with feather-light strokes. Then they slid forward, bold but careful, as if asking for permission without words. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to.
His every touch, every breath, every kiss, was making feel desired, wanted, seen.
He kissed on the lips again, and then his mouth started traveling lower - down my throat, then my collarbone, across the skin just above the neckline of my top. He nuzzled the space between, then gently sucked at a spot that had arching against him with a soft gasp.
My body was burning.
Everywhere he touched, I felt like I was unraveling. My breath was shallow, my thoughts scattered, and all I could focus on was the way his hands and mouth were exploring and how my body was desperate to be closer... so much closer.
I rocked slightly in his lap, and he suddenly froze.
His breathing was ragged, but he pulled back, his hands still cradling my waist as he looked at with wide, lust-darkened eyes. "Eva..." he said my na like a warning and a prayer at the sa ti. "We... we should stop."
I blinked at him, confused, dazed, and still caught in the haze of desire. "What?"
His fingers brushed the curve of my cheek, tender and hesitant. "I don’t want to do sothing you are not ready for. And... you are also pregnant."
I stared at him. His words weren’t wrong. He was being considerate, kind, the good mate that he always was.
But I didn’t want him to stop.
"I want you," I whispered, surprising even myself with how steady my voice was. "Oscar, I want this. I want you."
His eyes searched mine, still conflicted. "I just... I don’t want to hurt you. Or the baby."
My cheeks flushed, and I looked down for a second before forcing myself to et his gaze again. "At the hospital, the doctor said it’s safe."
His eyebrows shot up, and I noticed the hint of amusent taking over his eyes. "You asked?"
I felt mortified for so reason. I knew my cheeks were burning as I quickly shook my head. "Of course, not! She told on her own."
His lips twitched as he tried to hold back a grin, but his eyes were still full of amusent. "You are really telling right now that the doctor said—"
"She said," I interrupted, fixing my gaze on his and forcing myself to be bolder than I was actually feeling inside, "that I can have sex as long as we are careful and comfortable."
He just stared at . And I knew exactly what was going through his mind. I wasn’t the type to say things like this. At least, not until now. He wasn’t used to taking the lead, saying bold things without hesitation.
But he also looked at like I had just flipped so invisible switch in him. Like I had surprised him in the best way.
And when I reached up, ran my fingers along his jaw, and whispered, "I want you, Oscar," this ti softer, more sure.
His gaze darkened, his desire returning and taking over the amusent. I felt one of his hand moving up my arm before it reached my face and grabbed my face between his fingers in a firm but gentle hold.
"Make no mistake, love. If we began, you’ll not find the chance to stop before we are done."
The warning was clear, but I knew what I wanted. "You talk way too much-"
And his mouth was on mine in a heartbeat.
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