Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
His eyes met mine one last time, asking - no, begging - for silent permission. And when I didn’t stop him, when I just nodded and shifted to give him space, he slowly hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them down.
In that single moment, I was utterly bare to him. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. There was nowhere to hide. Nothing to protect me. And strangely... I didn’t feel afraid. Not with him.
Not with my mate.
The air felt thick, charged, and humming with energy. The mate bond between us was flaring up like wildfire, curling around me in waves of warmth, tugging at something deep within my soul. I felt like I was glowing, like every nerve ending was alight.
Once again I watched him taking me in, and I didn’t miss the way his gaze darkened in pure desire, one that he made no effort to hide as he brought his eyes back to mine.
His fingers grazed the inside of my thighs, slowly, teasingly. And I inhaled sharpy when he came so close to my aching core. But instead of continuing, he stopped and pulled back his hand, leaning forward to once again capture my lips in a searing kiss.
He then trailed his mouth down my throat to my hardened nipples, giving both buds a fleeting kiss before he continued his exploration south.
I was inhaling sharply by the time his mouth reached my bellybutton, and just as I was expecting, he didn’t stop there. He lowered himself between my legs with a reverence that made my heart clench. His lips trailed wet kisses all over my inner thighs while I was almost on the edge of losing my sanity because of his teasing.
He suddenly looked up, and a smirk curved the corners of his lips once he registered the clear desperation in my eyes. He lowered his face again, and this time, his lips landed right over my wet folds.
I forgot to breathe when his tongue slipped between my folds and found my aching clit, giving it a hard lick that sent sparks flying throughout my body.
My hands flew to his hair, and I dug my fingers in his soft strands as pleasure sang through me in sharp, pulsing waves. Every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips, every hum that vibrated against my core... it was too much. It was everything.
I moaned - his name, maybe, or something close. I wasn’t sure. The bond between us roared, sparking to life in ways I didn’t know were possible. The power it poured into me made my skin feel like fire and silk at once.
He kept going, giving me no reprieve, no space to think... just feeling of pure pleasure.
And when the orgasm hit me moments later, it hit like a storm. My back arched, a broken cry escaped my lips, and my entire body pulsed as the pleasure crashed down and shattered me apart. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and I clung to him, breathless and shaking.
I barely noticed when he kissed my thighs gently, his touch softening. I didn’t even feel embarrassed. Not under his gaze. Not when he looked up at me like I was the center of his world.
Then he pulled me into his arms and wrapped a soft blanket over my naked body, tucking my face against his chest. My ear was pressed to his heartbeat, it was steady and strong, like him. And it lulled me, warmed me, cocooned me.
I wasn’t even tired... but I still fell asleep in his arms.
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When I stirred, it was already late afternoon. Draven’s familiar scent was wrapped around me but he wasn’t there.
My body was aching in the best way, but I was no longer on the couch. Instead, I found myself in bed. Still completely naked.
I sat up slowly, clutching the blanket around myself, confused but comforted by the neatness of the space and the soft pillow under my head. Draven had moved me... gently, carefully.
And yet... he was nowhere in sight.
I scanned the room, and immediately realized my clothes weren’t there. Feeling awkward and unsure, I tiptoed to the bedroom door and cracked it open just enough to peek out.
"Draven?" I whispered, my voice still laced with sleep.
He was there instantly, like he had been waiting. But when his eyes landed on me, peeking out in nothing but a blanket, he stopped just outside the door, his brows raising.
"Clothes," I said, blinking up at him.
Something in his expression shifted - amusement, maybe, or affection. "Top drawer of my dresser," he said, pointing behind me. "Grab a shirt and some shorts. They’ll be more comfortable than your trousers for now."
I nodded quickly, closed the door, and turned to the dresser.
Wearing his clothes felt... weirdly intimate. And wonderful.
I chose a plain white shirt that smelled of a really nice detergent and something uniquely him. The shorts were soft cotton and hung low on my hips. The shirt was too big, it covered me to mid-thigh but I didn’t care. I felt safe. Warm.
Cherished.
When I stepped out of the room, my heart was fluttering. I followed the smell of fresh-cut fruits to the kitchen and found him there.
He was barefoot and still shirtless - something I didn’t notice when I called him just now. He was slicing strawberries with practiced ease with his back to me.
"Hey," I murmured softly.
He turned, and for a moment - just one long heartbeat - he didn’t say a word. He just... looked.
At me. In his clothes.
Something flashed through his gaze. Possessiveness. Heat. Awe.
The next thing I knew, he was crossing the space between us. In a few strides, I was in his arms, lifted effortlessly, and my legs wrapping around his waist.
"Draven-" I started, stunned.
But then his mouth was on mine and I forgot everything else.
The kiss was different now - still hungry, but slower. Softer. A little sweeter. His hands gripped my thighs as he set me gently on the kitchen island, never breaking contact. My fingers threaded into his hair as I kissed him back with everything I had.
I was still breathless when we finally parted and he pressed his forehead against mine.
"You are dangerous in my clothes," he murmured, his voice low and rough.
I flushed, but there was no stopping the smile that tugged at my lips. "You told me to wear them."
"Mistake," he whispered, brushing his nose against mine. "Now I want to take them off."
I smiled and watched as he finally pulled away. He helped me down before grabbing the fruit plater he had prepared.
"Let’s go. I got us some really nice fruits to enjoy while we wait for Oscar’s arrival."