Warning: Slightly Mature content in the chapter
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Evaline:
I could have told him to stop. I knew that. One word from me and he would have pulled back, even if it killed him to do so. But I didn't want to.
Not even for a second.
My heart pounded so hard it felt like the world itself might hear it. The air between us burned, thick with tension and unspoken need. My throat felt dry, my thoughts scattered, yet my body knew exactly what it wanted.
I turned my face slightly and pressed my lips to his cheek, whispering against his warm skin, "You should finish what I couldn't."
The moment those words slipped out, his breath caught... and then he kissed me.
There was nothing soft about it... again. His lips crashed against mine like a storm meeting the shore - hot, desperate, consuming. I gasped, my fingers curling against the hard wood as if I could ground myself, but the world tilted anyway.
