Kyel lifted Eva onto his shoulder effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing at all.
"Let's go and make a baby," he teased, his voice low and mischievous.
Eva burst into laughter, her fists playfully beating against his back. "Kyel! Put me down!"
His lips curved into a wolfish grin as he held her steady. "No. Tonight, you're mine."
Eva's cheeks flamed. "You can't just—say that!"
"I just did." His voice dropped, husky and teasing. "And I'll prove it."
He carried her toward the stairs, her hair brushing against his side as she laughed in protest.
"Wait—Kyel! The stove is still on!" she reminded, half laughing, half scolding.
Kyel stopped, turned back without setting her down, and reached over with one hand to flick the knob shut. The soft click silenced the flame.
"Done. Anything else, my love?"
Her muffled laugh pressed into his back. "No…"
"Good." His grin sharpened, and before she could prepare herself, he bolted up the stairs.
"Kyel! You'll drop me!" she shrieked, laughter bubbling out of her.
"Never," he promised, his voice low and certain.
He kicked the door open, stepped inside, and finally lowered her onto her feet.
The lock clicked behind him.
Before Eva could regain her balance, Kyel pulled her into his arms, his hand firm at her waist, drawing her against the solid heat of his chest.
His eyes burned with mischief and desire.
"Now," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, "let's do it."
Eva kissed him first, boldly, her arms winding around his neck.
His lips seized hers hungrily, deepening until her moan spilled free.
His tongue swept into her mouth, slow at first, then with a raw hunger that made her knees weak.
When she nipped his lower lip, he groaned, pressing harder. "Dangerous little bite," he muttered against her mouth.
She smiled breathlessly. "Maybe you like it."
His laugh rumbled deep in his chest before he kissed her again, fiercer this time.
Eva's hands fumbled down his chest, unfastening his shirt.The fabric slid away, baring the hard lines of him before pooling on the floor.
Kyel tugged her gown loose and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside without a glance.
His mouth traced down her neck, hot and unrelenting, marking her skin as though he couldn't bear to leave it untouched.
Eva gasped, her legs winding around his waist as he lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed.
He laid her down slowly, his weight following, his lips never leaving her skin.
Her soft moans filled the room, until she covered her mouth with her hand in embarrassment.
Kyel caught her wrist, pressing it gently to the mattress. His breath was hot at her ear. "Don't cover your mouth, Eva. I love hearing you making those sounds."
Her answer was a broken laugh.
Another helpless moan as his mouth claimed the swell of her Breast. She arched beneath him, whispering his name, pulling him closer, begging him not to stop.
"Kyel… there—yes… I love it when you kiss me there," she gasped.
His smile curved against her skin before he kissed her harder, deeper, until she was trembling.
Kyel pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his breath ragged as if holding himself on the edge.
Eva's trembling hands slid down, unfastening his Pants.
She freed him, her cheeks flushed crimson as her breath caught at the heat and weight of him.
Kyel's hand cupped her thigh, opening her legs carefully. His gaze burned into hers, waiting for permission, waiting for her trust.
Slowly—achingly slowly—he entered inside her.
Eva moaned, biting her lip, her nails digging into his back. The stretch made her body shudder, but the pleasure laced through her nerves almost instantly.
"Are you in pain?" Kyel's voice was low, rough, but careful.
Eva shook her head, panting softly. "No…"
Relief flickered across his face, and then the hunger returned, dark and unstoppable. "Then I'll move."
He captured her lips, swallowing her moan as his hips began to thrust into her—steady, deep.
Her fingers clutched his back, dragging across his skin as each movement drove her further into ecstasy.
"Are you alright?" he whispered between kisses.
"Yes—ahh—" she gasped, her body arching.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel… incredible," she moaned, her voice breaking.
The pace built, his rhythm growing faster, harder, until their bodies locked in perfect rhythm, heat meeting heat, sweat slicking their skin.
"Kyel…" Eva gasped, breathless.
"Yes?" His voice came out in a growl, heavy with restraint.
Her eyes glazed with desperation. "I want you… from behind."
He froze mid-thrust, his breath catching. "…From behind?"
"Yes…" Her voice trembled, but it was pleading.
He searched her face, then nodded. "Alright. Turn around for me."
Eva obeyed, trembling as she shifted onto her hands and knees.
Kyel's hand ran down her back, steadying her. He leaned close, his voice rough in her ear. "It might hurt more this way."
"I'm ready," she whispered, gripping the sheets.
Slowly, carefully, he slid into her again.
Eva gasped, the sensation sharper, deeper. Her knuckles whitened as she grabbed the sheets, her body tightening around him.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his hands firm on her hips.
She shook her head, voice trembling. "No… just move."
He obeyed, beginning slow—but her cries urged him faster.
His thrusts grew deeper, harder, until Eva's gasps turned into helpless moans.
"Kyel…" she sobbed.
"Yes?" His voice cracked with restraint.
"Why are you holding back?"
His jaw clenched. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Go all out. Please… I can take it. Give me all of you tonight."
He froze, chest heaving. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she whispered, desperate.
That was all he needed. With a groan, he snapped—his pace turning relentless, deeper, stronger.
Each thrust drove into her with such intensity she gasped for air, her body trembling violently beneath him.
Her vision blurred, her voice breaking into cries.
"It's too much… I can't…" The thought barely formed in her mind, but her lips couldn't speak it—only strangled gasps escaped.
Kyel Drove into her, sweat dripping from his brow.
"Kyel—!"
The sound of it broke him. His movements turned wild, desperate, pushing her beyond the edge.
Eva shattered first, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure tore through her.
Her vision spun white, her head dizzy, her breath lost. I can't see… she thought, trembling violently as release overtook her.
Kyel, still burning with heat, thrust deeper, harder, until at last he came undone inside her.
his groan breaking the silence as he collapsed beside Eva's trembling body. His chest heaving.
But Eva's breaths were shallow, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her stomach twisting with pain. She tried to speak but no sound came, her lips parting silently.
Kyel, still breathless, turned to her in alarm. "Eva? Are you alright?"
She struggled, gasping, her eyes fluttering.
"Eva—talk to me," he urged, cupping her face, his own panic rising.
"I—I think I'm going to fain—"
Her voice broke off as her body went limp in his arms.
"Eva?!" Kyel's heart lurched. He pulled her close, panic twisting his chest. His hands shook as he tapped her cheek. "Eva, open your eyes! Don't do this—Eva!"
But she had already fainted in his embrace, her body too overwhelmed to bear the passion he had unleashed.