Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Evaline:
River's arms tightened around me immediately, holding me steady as the tremors faded into aftershocks.
He pressed his forehead against the back of my shoulder. And through the fog of my own pleasure, I felt how uneven his breathing was, almost as if he was fighting for control himself.
I could feel it - the way his body was still tense, still wound tight, still nowhere near finished.
His hand slid up my arm and he threaded his fingers through mine where they rested against the couch. He kissed my shoulder once... soft this time, almost apologetic.
For a few seconds, neither of us moved.
It felt like the world had narrowed down to that single point of contact between us.
Then he pressed his lips against the curve where my neck met my shoulder.
The touch was gentle, so different from the fierce hunger from earlier that my heart squeezed.
"Evaline…" he breathed, my name rough in his throat.
