Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Evaline:
The world had narrowed to the sound of our breathing. Every exhale seemed to tremble between us, as if the air itself couldn't decide whose body it belonged to. Draven's lips lingered against my neck, his breath hot and uneven, the edge of his teeth brushing the place where my pulse thundered.
I felt his restraint in every motion. He was trembling - not from hesitation, but from the sheer force of what he was holding back.
"Eva," he rasped, his voice almost breaking. "Once I do this, there's no undoing it."
My hands slid up to his face, my fingers trembling as they traced his jaw. "Then don't undo it," I whispered. "Do it, Draven. I want to belong to you… the way you already belong to me."
