Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Evaline:
The aftershocks were still rippling through me, leaving my chest heaving, my skin flushed, and my body twitching with the echoes of the second orgasm. My arms ached where they were bound, but the ache was drowned under the heavy, molten heat still pooling low in my belly.
And then... warmth.
A mouth brushed over mine, soft but unyielding, claiming me before I had the chance to even take another breath. My heart pounded as I tried to recognize who it was. But when lips parted mine and a tongue slid between them, my heart lurched.
I tasted myself.
Not the sharp tang of Draven's darker, spiced essence, nor the subtle sweetness that always clung to Oscar. No, this was me. My own taste smeared across his lips, spread on his tongue, making it impossible to tell who it was.
A groan broke from my throat, muffled into the kiss - half frustration, half surrender.
