Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Oscar:
My breath caught as she fell apart on top me.
I felt her walls tighten around my length. Her breath hitched and her fingers clutched at my shoulders like I was the only thing anchoring her to the world.
Her forehead dropped against mine and her lips parted in a silent gasp that sent something dangerously primal surging through me.
And damn it - if that didn't nearly destroy what little control I had left.
"Evaline…" her name left my mouth like a warning, but it sounded more like surrender.
My hands found her waist instantly, gripping her - not to stop her, not to guide her, but because I needed to hold on. Needed to feel her. Needed to ground myself in the reality of her being right here, with me, after everything.
After the distance.
After the restraint.
After the constant, gnawing presence of my wolf, pacing inside me, demanding - claim her, take her away, lock her up.
