Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Evaline:
I ran my fingertips over the lean muscle of his thigh, my nails barely grazing the skin. It was a teasing touch. A promise. He clenched his jaw, his breath catching. That small reaction gave me confidence I didn't know I possessed.
I had never done anything like this before with anyone. But the way he responded, like every inch of him was attuned to me, told me I wasn't fumbling. I was learning, and he was willing to let me explore every part of him.
I pressed a kiss to his other thigh, softer this time, and felt the tension in his body deepen. His fingers curled into tight fists, turning his knuckles pale.
"Eva," he breathed. My name, nothing more. But the way he said it - hoarse, low, needy - it was enough to make my heart race.
