Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Evaline:
The mattress dipped beneath his weight as his body came down over mine, shielding me from the lingering chill of the dark room. My breath caught when his lips brushed the curve of my jaw, soft but unsteady, as though even he was fighting the wine that burned in his veins.
His hands - broad, warm, trembling - slid over my bare arms before pausing at my waist. For a long moment he hovered there, his forehead resting against mine, and I could hear his uneven breaths, ragged, hungry, restrained.
I could feel him. The bond pulsed between us like a living thing, warm and insistent, each throb syncing with the frantic beat of my heart. It terrified me. It thrilled me.
His fingers moved on my waist, grazing the skin of my stomach, and I arched into his touch. A soft gasp escaped me, and I felt his lips curve faintly against my cheek at the sound... as if he was memorizing it.
