Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Kieran:
I watched her.
That was always where my undoing began.
Evaline lay beneath me, her lashes fluttering as she bit down on her lower lip, doing her absolute best to keep quiet... fighting the sounds she always tried so hard to restrain. It was a habit born from years of discipline, of control, of never wanting to draw attention to herself.
But stars, she never had to hold back with me.
I shifted closer, letting my presence alone steal her breath. I pulled out my fingers only to insert them back, and used my thumb to massage her clit at the same time. As I moved, my touch deepened and the rhythm changed, her control shattered just enough for a soft sound to escape her.
There it was.
I stilled, lifting my gaze to her face, memorizing the way her brows drew together, the way her fingers curled into the fabric of the couch beneath her.
"Kieran," she whispered, half-warning, half-plea.
That was my cue.
