Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Evaline:
I knew I would forget the way River looked at me in that moment.
The screen cast a soft glow across the room, pale and intimate, and I was still suspended somewhere between last waves of pleasure and catching my breath when my eyes met his.
His posture had changed from relaxed to taut, every line of him focused, intent. He wasn't rushing. He was watching me like I was the only thing anchoring him to the world.
My body answered before my mind could catch up.
Kieran was still there, still moving inside me, still grounding me with every slow, deliberate thrust. His forehead rested briefly against mine, his breath warm, uneven, his eyes dark with devotion and restraint.
"Evaline," he whispered, like saying my name was a prayer he needed answered.
