Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
My breath hitched in a helpless rush as Kieran dragged the swollen head of his erection slowly over my throbbing clit. It wasn’t the explicit touch itself that unraveled ... it was the deliberateness of it. The way he watched , every small reaction, every shiver he drew out of as if he was morizing it all.
The teasing contact had my stomach tightening, heat coiling low and intense. He pulled back slightly, only to repeat the action - sliding his length between my already wet folds.
Stars! I was so ready for him.
My body begged him to fill with his presence.
My soul ached to feel his.
And I knew he could see my need for him in my eyes.
He reached for one of the condom packets he had dropped on the couch beside us. He tore the packet open with his teeth, while his eyes were still locked on mine.
And the wild contrast - the careful slide of his erection over my clit while his mouth worked the thin foil - made my pulse stumble.
But the teasing was short-lived.
Before I fully processed it, he set the unopened packet aside and guided himself to my entrance. The shift in his expression - hunger lting into sothing raw and hauntingly tender - stole the ground from under .
"Evaline..." he breathed.
And then he pressed into in one long, deep glide... bare, unshielded, nothing between us.
I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders as my body welcod him instinctively. His breath broke against my cheek, a low, rough sound vibrating through both of us as he stilled, fully sheathed inside .
The closeness, the heat, the way our bodies fit so perfectly... it was overwhelming in a way that stole my breath. Like he was inside the places in that had been empty for so long... which was actually the truth.
He lowered his forehead to mine as he stilled, giving both of us ti to get used to his presence inside .
Neither of us spoke.
Neither of us had to.
The quiet was filled with our uneven breathing, with the sound of our hearts finding each other again after too long.
Then he moved.
Slowly at first... drawing nearly out before sinking back into , each movent more confident, more consuming. The pressure, the rhythm, the friction - it wasn’t sothing I needed described in stark detail. It was the feeling of my body rising to et his, my breath catching helplessly, his broken groans against my ear, the way my fingers clung to his back and hair.
After a few thrusts, he found his pace, strong and deep, making my thoughts scatter like sparks. Every movent felt like a claim, a promise, and a plea all at once.
Weeks of distance.
Weeks of grief.
Weeks of wanting soone to pull back into the world.
And here he was... doing exactly that.
I held on to him like he was the only solid thing in the universe. He kissed between breaths, desperate, grateful, almost reverent, his mouth finding mine again and again until the room spun.
The pleasure built fast... embarrassingly fast... sharp and bright, curling through until I couldn’t hold it back. The tension snapped, and I shattered beneath him, my release pulling a gasp from my throat as my whole body trembled around him.
He slowed just enough to let ride the waves, but it didn’t take long before I noticed his restraint fraying, his movents growing rawer. Each breath he took vibrated with need. Every ti he exhaled near my skin, it sent a shiver of anticipation through .
He was close... I could feel it in the way his rhythm faltered, in the way his hands tightened on my hips, in the subtle tremor racing up his spine.
And yet, despite the haze of pleasure fogging my thoughts, reality crept in. I wasn’t ready to be pregnant again. Not so soon. Not now.
I opened my mouth to tell him...
But he saw it already.
His gaze locked with mine, full of that uncanny, infuriating awareness he always had.
"Evaline," he murmured, his voice rough and strained, "if you allow it... I want to keep going raw. I’ll pull out in ti. I promise."
My heart thudded at the vulnerability beneath the desire - he wanted this closeness so badly, but he wasn’t going to take it without my consent.
I nodded imdiately, still breathless.
He kissed in a fierce, relieved rush and started moving again - faster, deeper, his hand sliding between our bodies to stroke my sensitive clit, drawing out every last bit of pleasure he could coax from .
The sensations built even hotter this ti, tangled with the heat of his body, the sound of his voice breaking near my ear, the way he whispered my na like he was starving for .
I couldn’t hold myself together.
My second climax crashed through hard enough to arch my back off the rug, my cry muffled against his shoulder as I clung to him, trembling.
That was all it took.
He pulled out just in ti, shuddering as his release spilled across my belly, his breath shaking, his forehead pressed desperately to mine.
He collapsed over , not heavy, just... surrounding. His hands frad my face like he needed to feel every part of to believe this was real.
We stayed like that for a while - our breaths tangled, our bodies still shaking, the room spinning around us - until he finally lowered himself beside .
But before the mont could settle, he leaned over again, bracing one arm on the rug, hovering above .
His lips brushed mine, soft and lingering, as he whispered my na like a prayer he had waited too long to say.
I was expecting it to be the end.
He stood up first, grabbed the tissue box and wiped clean before picking up in his arms and taking to the bed.
In no ti, I was surrounded by the warmth of his bare body and and coldness of the sheets, but all that lted away when I felt his warm breath right over Draven’s mark.
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