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 time 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 me close until there was no space left between us. Every beat of his heart seemed to echo through me, 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 me 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.
