Chapter 175

Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
Until…
I raised my arms.
He pulled the blouse over my head, tossing it somewhere behind the couch, leaving me in just my black silk bra.
His eyes darkened as they roamed over me, slowly, reverently. One hand lifted to brush along the edge of the fabric, then trailed down my bare waist again.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured.
I blushed, biting my lower lip. I knew I was far from beautiful, at least my body that had been deprived of proper food for years up until recently. Before arriving at the Academy, I was nothing more than a walking skeleton with skin on.
It was only after I started taking balanced diets, combined with strength training and cardio routines every morning, that I started gaining weight and muscles. But even now I weighed only 99 lbs which was still underweight.
So, him calling me beautiful barely made much sense. And yet, he was looking at me as if he had never seen a better looking woman ever before.
As his gaze swept over me, something in me coiled tight. His eyes weren’t just looking at me, they were seeing me. Every curve, every breath, every small tremor in my body as I sat there in nothing but my bra and a thundering heart.
I had never felt this exposed.
Never this seen.
A hot flush crept up my neck and into my cheeks. I turned my face away on instinct, the shyness slithering in despite the heat between us. My fingers clenched softly on the edge of the couch. I wasn’t used to this – being bare under the golden glow of fairy lights, not hidden in shadows.
The last, and only, time I had been intimate with someone had been that one night. My eighteenth birthday… with Ethan. But even then, I was drugged before he came to save me, and that suite was shrouded in darkness which barely made me felt seen.
I barely remembered much of that night, except the power of the mate bond I experienced and how good he made me feel despite the initial pain. But that night’s events were no longer something I wanted to remember.
So, I was feeling extremely shy and self-aware at the moment. But, at least, I didn’t make a move to cover myself.
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“Eva,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
My breath caught at the nickname, it was warm and intimate. I lifted my gaze – slow, nervous.
His lips curved in a soft smile before he lowered his face and brushed a tender kiss to the swell of my breast, just above the fabric. I inhaled sharply as warmth flooded me. Then he lifted one of his hands and gently cupped one of my breasts.
I gasped again, instinctively tightening my fingers against the cushions.
His thumb brushed against the peak, slowly, over the fabric, before it began a soft, sensual massage that sent a ripple of heat through my stomach. My lips parted, my breath coming in tiny pulls. He didn’t rush. Every movement was deliberate, like he was taking his time to learn me – how I was reacting, where I was trembling, and what was making my breath catch.
Then, with practiced ease, he leaned back and tugged gently on the waistband of my trousers, pausing just enough to give me time to object.
I didn’t. Instead, I moved to help him.
He peeled them off, revealing my flushed skin, and then reached for his own t-shirt. As he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside, my breath caught again.
Stars.
He was… breathtaking.
His chest was all defined lines and ridges, a sculpture of strength and warmth. He had those perfect model abs that made my fingers itch to feel them.
I shamelessly took my time to drink him in, just like he did with me, and when I finally looked up, I noticed something primal stirring in his eyes. Hunger, yes… but more than that. Reverence. Like he was in awe of me, and maybe even terrified to break the moment.
We came together again in a tangle of limbs and heat. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into his lap, our mouths reconnecting like we were made to fit. His hands slid down my sides and around my back, reaching behind me with skilled fingers to unclasp the bra.
I stiffened for a heartbeat, but it melted away the moment his lips left mine and found the sensitive skin at the base of my throat. His hands pulled back the bra straps, slow and careful, like he was unwrapping a gift he had been waiting for. And then…
I was bare waist up.
Completely.
The air kissed my skin, and then he did. His mouth was soft, warm, and open over my breast. His tongue flicked over the hardened bud and I arched, a soft moan escaping me without permission.
My body was trembling as I drowned in the sensation.
His other hand found its way to the second peak, circling, teasing, pressing. My hips shifted helplessly on his lap, and I felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against me, hard and hot through his sweats.
The scent of our bond was thick in the air – spiced, musky, charged.
And I wanted more. So much more.
His kisses trailed lower, then shifted back up as his hand slid down my waist and over the curve of my hip. I gasped when he found the heat between my legs. My body was already aching, wet, ready.
He stilled when he felt the wetness through my panty, and lifted his head to look at me. Whatever he saw there must have been answer enough because he leaned in and kissed me again, slow and deep, as if sealing an unspoken promise between us.