His hands, his voice, his body, every part of him was on me, overwhelming me, consuming me until I could barely think. His touch left me trembling, my body begging, pleading silently for him to finally enter me.
When he pushed inside me slowly, carefully, everything shifted. He wasn't just the man I had met in the dark that night, not just a stranger I gave myself to once. No, he was Evric. My boyfriend. My man. My happiness. He was the one who loved me so deeply, so sincerely, without ever making me feel like a game. The only man who had confessed to me countless times, whose greatest fear was losing me, because life without me would feel like living in hell.
He was the man who had told me he loved me over and over again, while I had only said it once. But even that one time had shattered him into tears. That was how much he loved me. And now, I finally understood. I loved him too, I loved Evric Draeven. He had proven it to me, time and again, that I needed no one else but him.
