Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
"I want you Oscar."
The words left my mouth as I pulled back to look him in the eyes. I wanted him to know just how badly I needed him.
The physical distance that had built between us over the past twenty-four hours or so felt unbearable with each passing minute. The need to be close to him, to be pressed against his body, to kiss him, make love to him... it was becoming overwhelming.
And I couldn’t even begin to imagine how he succeeded in holding himself together when his wolf might be telling him otherwise.
"I want you." I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper this ti.
He stared into my eyes for a whole long minute, and then, sothing shifted in him.
He inched closer, making anticipate another breathtaking kiss, but it never ca. Instead, his lips landed softly on my neck, right at the collar of my trench coat.
And then his hands started moving, with urgency. It was like he couldn’t stand the barrier between us for another second. His fingers gripped the coat and pushed it down my shoulders. He then pulled moved to my sweater and I complied.
My breath caught and a soft gasp escaped as the cold air brushed against my bare skin once I was only left in my bottoms. But it didn’t last because he was there instantly.
Warm.
Solid.
Every inch of him closing the distance like he needed to erase it completely.
"Oscar-" I barely got his na out before his lips were on mine again - hard, demanding, hungry.
The kiss stole whatever was left of my thoughts.
I clutched onto him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I tried to keep up with the intensity of it, matching him, answering him with the sa need that burned through .
There was no space to think. No space to breathe. Just him.
His hands moved again, more urgently now, and I felt the shift as he shed the last of what stood in his way. The sound of fabric hitting the floor barely registered over the rush of blood in my ears.
And once I was completely naked, we were moving again. Not carefully, nor slowly.
We stumbled and even collided. We were half walking, half losing balance... until the back of my legs hit sothing solid.
The couch.
Before I could react, he was there with , pushing down. His body followed mine instantly, pressing into the cold cushions.
A breathless laugh escaped in half surprise and half sothing else entirely. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Eva..." he said my na like a warning again. Like he was already too far gone.
But I didn’t stop him.
I couldn’t.
Instead, I pulled him back down, my lips finding his once more, deeper this ti, slower but no less desperate.
The world narrowed to the space between us. Every touch felt sharper and every movent heavier.
His mouth left mine only to trail kisses down my throat, then my collarbone before making its way down the valley between my breasts. His fingers found my erect nipples and the mont they brushed over those sensitive buds, I sucked in a deep breath.
His mouth didn’t stop as it kissed a trail down my belly, and then between my legs. His warm breath fanned my clit for a second before his tongue covered it with its warmth.
My body arched as sweet tingles spread across my body at the contact. There’s nothing slow or sweet about the way his tongue worked its magic on my throbbed core, he was hungry and determined to make scream with overwhelming pleasure.
"Ah! O-Oscar... I..."
I didn’t get to finish as he suddenly stopped and pulled away, leaving stranded just at the very edge of the peak.
I stared at him with my desire lidded eyes. All I wanted was for him to finish what he started, but one look into his eyes and I knew he was doing this on purpose.
Before I could speak, he stood up and started taking off his own shoes and pants.
My heart started pounding as I watched him. I had seen him naked so many tis already, and yet, it never got old. Even now, my throat felt dry as he slipped out of his boxers and I my gaze landed straight on his huge erection.
And scared stars... I wanted that thing inside imdiately.
Without wasting another second, I stood up and pushed Oscar down on the couch. And before he could even register what had happened, I moved to staddle him.
"What do you think you are doing, love?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze held mine, filled with just as much longing and hunger as mine.
My fingers wrapped around his thickness, squeezing it tightly enough to make him close his eyes and release a breath. Satisfied, I started moving my hand up and down, pumping his hardness.
I inched my face closer until my lips were almost brushing his, and then I answered - "Claiming what’s mine."
Oscar groaned, either because of my words or my hand working him up.
I didn’t wait anymore. I couldn’t.
I claid his lips the sa mont I aligned my entrance against the head of his length and lowered myself until he was buried deep inside .
We both groaned, the sound muffled because of the kiss. I stayed still for a mont and focused on kissing him, having a little duel with his tongue before pulling back.
His head fell back against the headrest of the couch, his gaze fixed on mine as I finally started moving my hips up and down, pulling put just to engulf him in all over again.
There was sothing so electrifying and dangerous about being on top of him and riding him that pushed closer to edge much quicker than I expected.
And before I knew, I was coming undone on top of him.
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