Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
River’s na tore from my throat as another wave hit - stronger, fiercer, devastating in its intensity. My back arched, and the air left my lungs in a trembling cry. I didn’t know if the walls caught my voice, or if the entire house heard and realized what he was doing to - but in that mont, I couldn’t care.
My world narrowed to the maddening pleasure that consud every inch of . My trembling hands found their way into his hair, but I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. Every muscle in my body quivered, desperate for release and terrified of it all the sa.
I had lost counts of how many tis he had made co already. Twice? Thrice? Or was it already four tis?
He held still, with his one arm firm around my waist, anchoring to him as if my breaking apart was sothing he needed to witness... sothing he wouldn’t let escape from. He didn’t stop, not even when I shattered completely.
"R–River..." My voice cracked. "Please... I can’t-"
I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to stop or for more. My mind was lost sowhere between both.
He didn’t answer. The only reply I got was the deep, steady sound of his breathing - rough, controlled, yet trembling faintly against my skin. His hand slid lower, fingers brushing against skin that was far too sensitive, far too undone.
And his tongue? Oh Stars... it was doing all kinds of sinister things with my aching core.
"Stop," I whispered again, half pleading, half gasping. "Please... I can’t keep up-"
He lifted his head just enough for our eyes to et. His deep green eyes were looking even darker, molten with sothing that wasn’t anger anymore... it was raw, hungry, and almost reverent.
"You said you didn’t want to hold back," he murmured, his voice deep enough to shake through . "Don’t take that back now."
The words burned through , and before I could even form a protest, he moved again -slowly, deliberately, his lips and tongue traced the sa places he had already pushed past. My breath ca in uneven bursts, and I tried to twist away, but he only caught my hand, his grip gentle yet unyielding.
It was too much. Every brush of his tongue against my clit sent sparks through , every whisper of breath against my core unraveling whatever composure I was struggling to gather. I didn’t even realize I was trembling until he whispered my na, grounding with that single sound.
"Look at , Evaline."
I forced my eyes open, eting his gaze again. His expression had softened - not the ruthless control from before, but sothing gentler, infinitely deeper. His touch slowed, his movents deliberate now, worshipful even.
And then, just when I thought he would finally let breathe again, he found another rhythm - one that sent spiraling before I could even brace myself. I broke for him again, harder this ti. A strangled sound escaped my throat, my fingers clutching at his shoulders for sothing, anything, to hold onto.
The world dissolved into fragnts of color and light and sound, and when I finally ca back to myself, my body was shaking. My heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest.
He finally stilled. His breathing was as ragged as mine, his skin damp with sweat. Slowly, he lifted himself up and moved beside , gathering into his arms as if I were sothing fragile... sothing precious.
The contrast of his warmth against my trembling body felt almost unreal. He pressed a kiss to my temple, one hand tracing soothing circles on my back while my head rested against his bare chest. His heartbeat was steady, deep, and strong - a reminder that despite everything, we were still tethered to the sa pulse.
I closed my eyes, letting myself lt against him. For a long ti, neither of us spoke. The only sounds were our breathing, the faint rustle of sheets, the quiet echo of sothing that felt too close to love and too dangerous to na.
When I finally found my voice again, it was soft, barely above a whisper. "You are... really not going to stop, are you?"
He chuckled lightly, though there was still tension beneath it. "You are the one who told not to hold back, rember?"
"Remind to never say that again," I murmured, still trying to catch my breath.
His chest shook with another quiet laugh before he exhaled slowly, his tone turning tender. "You are impossible, sweet mate."
"I could say the sa about you."
He looked down at , his gaze gentle now - no longer blazing with anger or hunger, but full of quiet wonder. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. "Are you all right?"
I nodded faintly, though my body still humd with exhaustion. "I think so. Mostly."
He smiled faintly, the kind of smile that made his entire face soften. "Good."
And yet... even in that calm after the storm, I could see it in his eyes—the battle between his need to protect and his struggle to let have my freedom.
I knew we would have to talk. About what I did. About what he did. About all of it.
But for now, I let him hold .
Because as much as I wanted to fight him, to prove I could stand on my own, there was a part of that wanted this - his possessiveness and protectiveness - just as fiercely.
His hand moved again, gently tracing the inside of my arm, up to where his tie still bound faint red marks on my wrist. He untied the silk slowly, careful not to hurt . The fabric slid free, and he pressed his lips against the spot, as if apologizing for every bruise, every shiver he had drawn from .
And even though my body was weak and spent, my heart was stronger than ever.
Because this - this pull between defiance and surrender - was what made us us.
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