Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Evaline:
The world outside our room had gone utterly still.
Only the rhythm of our breathing filled the space between us.
Draven's gaze roamed over me with a hunger that was far too tender to be only desire. It was pure admiration... the kind that makes your skin tingle before he even touches you.
His hand found the edge of my dress, his fingertips brushing the fabric where it met my thigh. The contact sent a soft shiver through me. He paused, searching my eyes as if to ask for permission he already had.
When I gave a faint nod, he began to lift the fabric slowly. His movements were deliberate, almost cautious... like he wanted to savor each layer he revealed.
