Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
River’s fingers lingered at my side after the zipper gave way, his knuckles brushing my skin as though he was savoring the simple fact that he could touch .
The air against my skin felt cool, but the heat radiating from his body swallowed any chill before it could settle. When the fabric loosened, he didn’t rush. He simply tugged once, and the gown slipped from my body, gliding down in a whisper until it pooled around my feet.
I stepped out of it without looking down.
Because I couldn’t look anywhere except at him.
His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them - heavy with sothing raw and unrestrained. Possessive. Hungry. Almost disbelieving.
As if he couldn’t quite accept that I was really there.
Bare beneath his gaze.
His hands ca to my waist, large and warm, and the mont his palms touched my skin I shivered - not from cold, but from the sheer intensity of it. He didn’t say anything. He just lifted .
Like I weighed nothing.
My instinct was to wrap my arms around his shoulders, and the second I did, his head dipped into the curve of my neck. His breath was hot against my skin, and the low sound that left him... half exhale, half growl... sent a sharp rush of heat through my chest and straight down my spine.
He carried across the room, past the bed I had assud we would end up at, and toward the long couch near the window. The city lights outside cast a muted glow across the space, painting everything in soft gold and shadow.
When he set down, it wasn’t abrupt.
It was careful.
Intentional.
Like he was placing sothing precious exactly where he wanted it.
I barely had ti to process that before he stepped back... and started removing his clothes.
My breath caught.
I had seen River shirtless before. Seen glimpses of him every now and then, monts when his power and strength were obvious.
But this?
This was different.
Because this ti, there was nothing between us. No distance. No restraint.
His suit jacket ca off first, tossed carelessly aside. Then his tie, loosened with an impatient tug before he pulled it free completely. His shirt followed, buttons opening one after another under quick, decisive movents. Every inch of skin revealed only made my heart pound harder, my pulse racing in my ears.
He didn’t break eye contact with .
Not once.
When his boxers joined the growing pile on the floor and he stepped out of them, sothing in my stomach flipped. Anticipation. Nerves. Desire. All tangled together until I couldn’t separate one from the other.
By the ti he was done, I felt like the entire room had shrunk.
Like there was only him.
Only us.
He moved back toward , slower now, and when he reached he didn’t hesitate. His hand wrapped around my ankle, firm but gentle, and he pulled closer until I was right at the edge of the couch.
Then he leaned down and kissed again.
This kiss wasn’t like the frantic ones by the door or against the wall.
It was deeper.
Heavier.
His mouth moved over mine with deliberate hunger, as though he was trying to morize through touch alone. I felt his hand slide up my leg, over my thigh, across my hip, until his fingers curved around my side.
And when his other hand reached behind , working at the clasp of my bra, I gasped softly into his mouth.
The garnt loosened, then disappeared, leaving nothing between his hands and my skin.
His touch changed after that.
It wasn’t just hunger anymore.
It was reverence mixed with desperation.
Like he had wanted this for so long that now he didn’t quite know what to do with the reality of it.
His lips left mine, trailing along my jaw, down my throat. Every brush of his mouth felt like sparks dancing across my nerves. When he reached my collarbone, I felt his breath pause, his forehead resting briefly against as if he needed that mont to steady himself.
"River..." I whispered, my voice trembling despite myself.
He didn’t answer with words.
He answered with another kiss.
Lower this ti.
His tongue flicked over my already hard nipples before moving down to my belly. He pulled back to take off the last piece of fabric left on my body, but instead of his mouth, it were his fingers that found their way to my already wet and aching core.
I moaned loudly as he slipped one of his digits inside with ease, joined by a second one rely seconds later.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on without thinking, my head tipping back as sensation rippled through .
Ti stopped making sense.
Minutes... or maybe seconds... blurred together in a haze of heat and breath and touch.
At so point he shifted , guiding gently, turning so my hands rested against the back of the couch while he stayed close behind. The position sent a nervous flutter through , but the mont his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling securely against him, the uncertainty lted into sothing else.
Sothing electric.
His lips brushed the curve of my shoulder, then my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
"I have got you, mate," he murmured, the words rough and low.
And I believed him.
Completely.
What followed wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t slow either. It was intense, consuming - two people colliding after holding themselves apart for far too long. Every movent carried emotion beneath it - jealousy, longing, frustration, relief.
Claim.
Connection.
His thrusts were deep, strong, and fast. There was nothing gentle about him tonight, and yet, he had made sure to not hurt in any way. And the contrast only added fuel to the fire.
My breathing grew sharp as I felt my inner walls squeezing around his hard length in desperation. I knew I was close.
"Don’t hold it back," he murmured in my ear, "I want to see you-"
He didn’t even get to finish his words when the tension finally snapped inside . It felt like a wave breaking - sudden and overwhelming.
My breath caught, a soft cry escaping before I could stop it, and my body trembled as sensation rushed through in bright, cascading pulses.
For a mont, everything went white.
Sound faded.
Thought disappeared.
There was only feeling.
Only him.
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