CHAPTER 406: MARKING (III)

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.

The dress slid upward, whispering against my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. His eyes followed, his breath deepening with every inch of me that came into view. I felt the weight of his stare, the way it carried a thousand unspoken words - awe, gratitude, longing, love.

By the time he had drawn the dress past my waist, my skin was burning beneath his gaze. My hands trembled slightly, not from fear but from the sheer intensity of being seen. Truly seen.

He bent forward, pressing a kiss just above my heart. "Every part of you," he murmured, his lips brushing my skin as he spoke, "has changed... and I have never seen anything so beautiful."

His voice was rough, like he was fighting to keep it steady.

I swallowed, unable to stop the emotion that rose inside me. I had thought so often about the way my body had changed - softer in places, fuller in others. Sometimes I barely recognized myself in the mirror. But the way he looked at me now, as if each curve was a miracle, stripped away every trace of doubt.

When the dress finally slipped past my shoulders, pooling silently around my arms, his breath caught. His hands hovered... not touching yet, just trembling slightly above my skin.

"You are shaking," I whispered.

"So are you," he said softly.

He lowered his head, his lips finding the curve of my shoulder. The kiss was slow, lingering... an unspoken apology for the months he had kept his distance. His mouth trailed lower, over the sensitive skin of my bra-covered breast that had become even more delicate since the birth.

Every brush of his lips awakened something inside me, something fragile and alive that I hadn’t felt in so long. My body responded instinctively, warmth blooming wherever his touch lingered.

When he finally pulled back to look at me again, his gaze softened. "You have always been beautiful, Eva," he said, his hand tracing a path down my arm. "But now... you are real. You carry life in your touch, strength in every breath."

My throat tightened. "You really see me like that?"

He smiled faintly. "It’s the only way I can."

His words sank into me like sunlight. I felt exposed, cherished, and utterly safe.

He leaned closer again, his hands moving to the last barrier between us. I could feel my heart hammering as he unclasped my bra and pulled the fabric aside.

The cool air met my skin, but it was his warmth that consumed me. His eyes lingered where I had changed most, the soft curves that had grown fuller since the baby. For a fleeting moment, I looked away... feeling shy, unsure of how I appeared under his gaze now.

But his fingers gently tilted my chin back toward him. "Don’t hide from me," he whispered. "You don’t need to."

Before I could respond, his lips brushed the spot just above my heart again, and then lower. The tenderness in that single touch made my breath hitch.

My hands found their way into his hair, trembling slightly as I held him while his lips pressed kisses over the swell of my extremely sensitive breasts. "Draven..." I breathed his name, not as a call but as a confession.

He answered not with words, but with another trail of kisses that left fire in their wake.

Every inch of me he touched felt alive - overly sensitive, as though the world had sharpened just to remind me I was still here, still his. My body moved instinctively beneath his, arching toward the warmth he offered.

When he looked up again, his expression nearly undid me. "You feel everything deeper now," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "Every sound you make... every breath. It’s like you are made of light."

My lips parted, but no sound came... only a trembling breath as he continued, his every movement unhurried, meant to make me feel rather than think.

He traced soft circles along my skin, his hands never greedy, only careful - like I was something fragile and sacred. And in that carefulness, in that restraint, there was an intimacy so powerful it made my chest ache.

The tension between us built slowly, beautifully. Each sigh, each breath, each whisper became its own rhythm... like a song only the two of us knew how to play.

Then, his fingers slipped under my panties’ waistband and he pulled the fabric down my hips and then legs... and I was now left completely bare to him.

He tool his time to take me in before he drew closer, and I felt the world tilt. The warmth of him enveloped me completely, his touch coaxing, patient, guiding me toward something I hadn’t felt in months - a sense of belonging, of being seen and loved not despite the changes in me, but because of them.

His name slipped from my lips again, broken, breathless. I didn’t even know what I was asking for... only that he seemed to understand.

"Let go," he whispered as he pressed a kiss over my already wet folds. "Don’t hold back this time."

And I didn’t.

The sensations built like a storm gathering inside me - slow at first, then faster, each wave stronger than the last. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, my breath coming in uneven gasps as his tongue slipped between my folds and found my aching clit.

My moans filled the room as his tongue pushed me closer to the high edge of pleasure. I didn’t even need him to do anything more as I was already on the verge of losing myself.

And he might have sensed it too because his tongue started moving mercilessly... until, with one last breath, my world shattered into warmth and light.

Intense pleasure hit me from deep within, spreading across my system until it’s the only thing I could feel.