Kyel cupped Eva's face, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss that left her stumbling back. He pressed forward until her back touched the wall, his body burning against hers.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers, hungry, possessive, burning with the heat he had held back for too long.
Eva moaned softly against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
She could feel it: the ache in his body, the tremble in his breath, the tension between wanting to devour her and the fear of breaking her.
Kyel broke away, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath ragged. "Eva… tell me if my touch makes you uncomfortable."
Her lips parted, but she could only nod faintly.
His hand slid upward, cupping the soft curve of her breast through her gown. "Do you feel uncomfortable when I touch you here?"
Eva's lashes fluttered as she gasped, "No…"
His lips followed, kissing her breast with tenderness. "And now?" he murmured.
Her breath came faster, her voice a whisper. "No…"
Kyel's control snapped. "Now I don't have to worry about anything," he growled against her skin.
This time, he kissed harder, his mouth claiming her breast through the fabric that made her knees weaken.
His kisses pulling a sharp gasp from her lips.
With a swift, effortless motion, Kyel lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around him, instinctively clinging to his body.
They didn't break the kiss—not even as he carried her to the bed.
He laid her down with care, but the way he hovered above her, eyes dark and hungry, left no room for doubt.
His lips found her neck, kissing and biting softly, making her gasp louder. He kissed her again slower now, savoring every sound she made.
His hands roamed lower—her thighs, her legs—while his mouth returned to her breast, sucking hard, desperate and hungry.
Eva's hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He kissed her feverishly while she slowly undid them, one by one, until the fabric slipped from his shoulders and his bare chest was revealed.
Her hand hovered in the air, trembling. She wanted to touch him, to feel the warmth of him, but her fingers trembled with hesitation.
Kyel caught her wrist and pressed her palm against his chest, where his heartbeat thundered beneath her fingers. His eyes met hers. "Don't hesitate," he whispered.
"Touch me all you want.....I'm yours."
Her hands slid over his chest — hot and firm — feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her palm. He was burning, trembling beneath her touch.
Kyel groaned softly at her touch
Then he pulled her upright, sitting her before him. He brushed her hair aside, then tugged her gown's sleeve down to bare her shoulder.
He kissed the delicate skin there, slow and reverent, making her shiver.
His hands moved to the knot of her gown, pausing. "May I?" his gaze searching hers for permission..
Eva swallowed hard, then nodded.
He tugged the knot free, and the gown loosened, sliding down her body slowly, inch by inch, until it pooled at her waist. His breath caught at the sight of her bare skin, his hand trembling as he pushed the fabric lower.
Now bare, she sat trembling before him, her cheeks flushed scarlet.
Kyel's gaze lingered, not with lust alone, but awe. "Beautiful… more beautiful than I imagined."
She flushed, her instinct to cover herself rising, but his hands caught hers, holding them gently. "Don't hide from me," he said softly. "Please. Let me see you."
Then his lips captured hers again, pushing her down to the bed.
He kissed everywhere—her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach—slowly, reverently, as though memorizing her body with his mouth.
She gasped and moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, her body arching to him.
He paused at her neck.
"Eva," he whispered, "can you bite me again?… like last night."
Her lips curved faintly. "Did you liked it?"
"I loved it." he said without shame.
She leaned in and bit gently at the place where his shoulder met his neck.
Kyel groaned—deep, raw, guttural. His body trembled.
Then his voice changed, roughened with mischief. Eva," he whispered against her ear, "My hands… aren't the only thing that's big."
She let out a half-gasp, half-laugh, her face flushed
He lowered himself over her again.
"Open my pants," he whispered, husky, almost begging.
She reached down with shaking hands and removed the last barrier between them.
When she freed him, she froze for a second, eyes wide, mouth parting on a quiet gasp.
"It is big," she whispered, blushing.
Kyel chuckled lowly, kissing her nose, then her lips. "Now open your legs for me."
Her heart pounded, her face scarlet, but she obeyed, slowly parting her thighs.
His hands stroked her thighs, steadying her.
His voice softened, leaning close until their foreheads touched. "It's going to hurt," he whispered. "I'll be gentle.
Eva met his eyes, breathless. "I trust you"
He entered her slowly, carefully—and she gasped, her nails digging into his back.
He froze instantly, his face buried in her neck. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes…" she whispered through clenched teeth.
"Should I stop?" His voice was trembling, desperate to give her a choice.
She shook her head fiercely. "No… don't stop."
He kissed her lips, soft and deep, and began to move gently.
Her pain lingered, but with every thrust, warmth began to bloom inside her.
Her gasps turned softer, sweeter, until a moan slipped free.
"Tell me if it's too much for you," he whispered. "I'll stop."
Her arms clung to him tighter. "I want you… so move....And don't stop."
Something inside him broke. His rhythm grew faster, harder, each thrust stealing her breath.
Eva gasped, her fingers digging into his back, clinging to him desperately.
Each thrust carried more urgency than the last, deeper and harder, until their bodies began to fall into rhythm.
Her voice broke into a moan, his name spilling from her lips. "Kyel…"
He groaned at the sound, his control fraying. "Say that again." His pace quickened, his thrusts sharper, deeper.
"Kyel…" she cried, her back arching, her body shuddering under him.
"One more time," he growled, his lips brushing her ear, his hips driving harder. "Say it again."
She moaned louder, "Kyel!"
That single sound, her voice calling his name, drove him nearly mad. He moved faster, his pace relentless now, chasing her trembling body as if he could lose himself in her completely.
Time passed in a blur of gasps and moans, their bodies rising and falling together. Eva's head spun, her body tightening around him as she clutched his shoulders desperately.
"I… I am about to come out," she gasped, her words breaking into moans.
Kyel kissed her hard, swallowing her cry as her body trembled beneath him, her release overwhelming, leaving her weak and shaking in his arms.
Her chest heaved, her lashes wet with tears of exhaustion and bliss. "kyel...Are you not done yet?" she whispered, voice trembling.
His lips brushed her ear, his voice husky. "Not yet."
He didn't stop. His hips continued to move, slower at first but heavy, deliberate. Eva clung to him, her weak body trembling from the aftermath, yet still taking all of him.
And after some time, with one final shuddering thrust, Kyel groaned low against her shoulder, his body tensing as he finally came, undone completely inside her.
They collapsed together, their breaths heavy, their bodies slick with sweat and burning from the heat of their passion.
Finally, he rolled to her side, pulling her against him, covering her body with the sheets. His hand stroked her back.
He kissed her shoulder softly. "I love you."
Eva turned into his chest, cheeks flushed, legs still trembling. "I love you too."