Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
I held my breath as I watched him take his pants off... followed by his boxers. For the second ti today, I was staring at his already hard length that was standing proudly at attention.
My throat went dry as he returned between my thighs, his erection pressed right over my core.
His hands slid around my waist, drawing close until there was no space left between us. Every beat of his heart seed to echo through , steady and fierce.
The world narrowed to the feel of him - the heat of his skin, the roughness of his breath against my cheek, the warmth of his hands tracing slow, reverent paths down my back. His touch wasn’t demanding anymore. It was pleading. Worshipful. As if every inch of he touched was sacred.
I tilted my head back, gasping softly as his lips moved from my mouth to my neck, down the curve of my shoulder, then lower. His breath was uneven from the desire that was burning him from deep within.
He pressed another soft kiss on my lips before he straightened and I noticed the thing he was holding in his hand - a condom packet.
My lips parted in shock as I realized how I completely forgot we needed one... or maybe more?
When I looked up into his eyes, I found him looking at with that familiar smile on his lips that said he knew exactly what I was thinking. He tore the packet open, and then slipped the condom on.
One of his hands ca to rest on the mattress on my side, and the other... it took hold of his length and he brushed the crown over my folds before slipping between them, finding its way to my sensitive clit.
I moaned at the contact, using the support of my elbows to perch myself up a little so that I could see him entering .
"Stop playing around," I blurted out when he continued to rub his length over my clit, "I want you inside , Professor."
His gaze darkened at my demanding words, and then, before I even noticed him making the move... he was slipping inside .
The world seed to stop when he finally entered , burying himself to the hilt in one single thrust. Every heartbeat felt louder than the last, echoing in my chest until I could hardly breathe.
A loud, deep growl left him. He lowered himself down, his body pressing over mine as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as he struggled to contain his emotions just like .
We both were still for next few monts. My inner walls finally relaxed around his length and he released a breath I didn’t knew he was holding.
"Why are you still so tucking tight, love?" He asked as he pulled back enough to look at .
Before I could speak, he was leaning in for a kiss. And we kissed for what felt like forever - slow, soft, and passionate.
He finally started moving, still kissing . He pulled out of until only the head of his length was still inside , and then he buried himself again in another swift thrust, forcing another moan past my lips.
My breath hitched as he thrusted for a third ti, then fourth, then fifth, and so on. The air trembled between us, thick with pleasure and love.
His forehead fell against mine, and he exhaled shakily. "Evaline..." My na ca out like a prayer, broken and reverent, as if just saying it could ground him.
I cupped his face in my hands, tracing my thumbs along the sharp lines of his cheekbones. "You don’t have to hold back anymore," I whispered, my voice trembling with truth. "Not with ."
For a second, he just stared into my eyes. I could feel the tension in him - the conflict of desire and control - and then it snapped. His mouth crashed against mine, deep and desperate. It wasn’t the rough hunger from before... it was sothing deeper. A need that went beyond the body... sothing that asked for more than just release.
Our kiss grew hotter, fiercer, and I could feel him trembling, not from weakness but from the sheer intensity of holding back. My hands road over his back, feeling the taut strength beneath my fingertips, the warmth that made my skin tingle.
His thrusts finally started picking up speed, hitting deep and strong. His hand slipped behind my neck, drawing up to et him as his lips left a trail of soft, burning kisses across my jaw and down my throat.
My head tilted back instinctively, a soft gasp escaping when he found that spot just beneath my ear... the one that always made my pulse race.
"Kieran..." My voice broke on his na.
He groaned softly in response, a sound that vibrated through . His body moved against mine in a rhythm that felt both ancient and new, pwerful yet filled with a gentleness. The air between us shimred, heavy with warmth, each touch sending sparks up my spine.
I could feel the world fading around us - the walls, the bed, even the room itself seed to dissolve into nothingness. All that remained was the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine, the whisper of my na leaving his lips like a sacred chant.
My fingers tangled in his hair, my body arching into his as if drawn by so invisible force. Heat coiled in my stomach, spreading through like wildfire. Every sigh, every small sound that escaped either of us seed to pull us deeper into the mont.
His thrusts grew more urgent, his breath roughening as he whispered my na again and again, each ti softer, more pleading. His voice broke on it once - that was the mont I realized he wasn’t just making love to ...he was losing himself in .
The rhythm between us changed - from searching to certain, from gentle to consuming. My heartbeat raced to match his, every nerve alive with the rush of it. His hands frad my face as he kissed again, his lips trembling with intensity.
I could feel the rising tide of emotion within him - the pull toward sothing primal, sothing binding. His body trembled as he tried to hold it back. "Evali..." he murmured, his voice hoarse, "I don’t think I can-"
"Then don’t," I whispered, cutting him off with a kiss. "Just feel."
The words broke whatever restraint he had left. His arms tightened around , and together we fell into that place where thought no longer existed... only sensation, only the wild, unstoppable beat of two hearts finding the sa rhythm.
The sounds of our breaths mingled, uneven and quick. His na left my lips in a whisper, again and again, until it beca a prayer. My fingers dug into his shoulders, searching for sothing solid as the world spun around us.
The air thickened, filled with the heat of our bodies, the scent of skin, the quiet tremors of release building just beneath the surface.
His control faltered. His thrusts grew desperate, erratic, his breath catching as if the air itself was too heavy to draw. I could feel it - the mont just before everything broke, that thin, fragile edge of pleasure and pain where the world seed to hold its breath.
He buried his face in my neck, his voice rough against my ear. "Evaline... stars..."
And then... the world shattered.
It wasn’t sound or light or movent. It was feeling - raw and blinding. The kind that pulled the air from your lungs and left you trembling. I held onto him tightly, my fingers digging into his skin as waves of warmth crashed through , leaving nothing but a deep, aching stillness in their wake.
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