Page 60 of Crimson Fate

Eva’s eyes meet mine, burning with a fierce desire that leaves me breathless. Her unflinching gaze is locked on me. She leans in closer, kneeling on the empty part of the bed next to me, and her lips are just a hair’s breadth away from mine.

“We don’t have to decide anything tonight,” she whispers, her voice low and husky. “But I need to be close to you.”

I hesitate for a moment, torn between the desire to lose myself in her embrace and the fear of what this night might cost us both. I lift the blankets and allow her to snuggle in next to me without a word. Part of me worries I might tell her to go, and the other part worries I’ll ask her to stay.

As we lie together, her warm body pressed against mine, the scent of her perfume mingles with the crisp, clean scent of the sheets, and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace mixed with the anticipation of the unknown.

Eva wraps her arms around me, her fingers delicately tracing patterns on my stomach, and I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of her soft skin against mine. We say nothing for a while, just basking in each other’s presence.

As the minutes pass, I listen to her breathe, her soft, gentle flutters in my ear. My mind reels with a million thoughts, possibilities, and questions. I can’t believe we’re just lying here, in each other’s arms, in my bed, and everything I’ve been trying to avoid has suddenly become a reality.

“I don’t think I can do this,” I whisper, the words catching in my throat.

Eva’s fingers pause on my skin, her gaze shifting to meet mine. “Can’t do what?” she asks. “I told you we don’t have to do anything.”

“Not that—I can very much do that. I can’t be the man you deserve.”

“You already are,” she attempts to reassure me.

“No, that’s just it. The man you deserve would be able to resist you because he would know that giving in to his desires would be one of the most selfish things he can do. You don’t deserve the life being with me brings.”

Eva stiffens, her eyes widening in surprise. Her fingers freeze on my skin, but they don’t leave me. Instead, she wraps her arm tighter around me, her nails digging into my shoulder. She leans in, her lips pressing against mine before her lips part, and we explore each other with a fire and passion that leaves me wanting more.

She pulls away and looks into my eyes. “I don’t expect you to be anyone but you.” Her voice is filled with so much acceptance and conviction that her words are like a balm for all the pain of my life.

I cup her face, my thumbs brushing over her soft cheeks.

There are no words to tell her how much I want this moment, so instead, I again press my lips to hers, savoring the taste, the feel of her in my arms. My lips linger on hers. She responds to me, her hands tangling in my hair and her tongue dancing in my mouth.

The tension in my body slowly dissipates. My mind floods with memories of all the moments that led us here, the late nights shared with laughter, and the countless times she’s been there for me when no one else was. We fit together like puzzle pieces, each part of us complementing the other.

Her hands travel down my back, and her fingertips on my skin feel like electricity. I groan softly into her mouth, wanting, needing more. Her hips press into me, and my erection throbs against her in response.

I pull away slightly, trying to regain some semblance of control, my breath coming in ragged gasps. She looks at me, her eyes filled with desire and passion. She takes the lead by tugging at the waistband of my black boxer briefs, a wild desire on her face that tells me she is excited to see what lies beneath. I lift my hips and allow her to free my body from the confines.

Once they are removed, she gazes at me with a look of awe, her eyes fixated on my cock that now stands at full attention. She reaches out and runs her fingers lightly over my sensitive skin, sending tremors of pleasure throughout my body.

“You’re so—beautiful,” she whispers, her eyes still focused on her hand wrapped around my stiffness. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I have never had a woman describe my cock in such a way, but I find it flattering all the same.

Her words send want tingling throughout my body and coursing through my veins. I reach out and gently take her hand, guiding it to the tip of my erection, allowing her to feel the droplets of pre-cum that have formed.

“You’re the one who’s beautiful,” I whisper back, my voice ragged with need. “Fuck Eva, I don’t ever want to take my eyes off you.”

Eva leans in, her lips brushing against my skin, and I can feel the heat of her breath on my body. When her teeth gently graze my flesh, I let out a soft moan.

With a sultry smile, she takes me into her mouth, enveloping my cock with her warm, wet lips. She slowly begins to move her head, taking me deeper into her mouth with each stroke. I let out a soft groan, feeling her lips and tongue urging me along.

Her hands grip my hips, pulling me deeper into her mouth. Each movement is smooth and deliberate, her eyes locked onto mine as she pleasures me. She takes me in even deeper, her lips and throat working in perfect unison, milking every drop of pleasure from me.

As the minutes pass, I lose myself in the sensation of her mouth on me. I can feel my control slipping away, replaced by an intense desire to feel her in every possible way.

Eva senses my need starting to build and pulls away, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. She winks at me playfully, and I can’t help but smile back. She then crawls up my body, her movements languid and sensual, leaving a trail of heat in her wake.

As she presses herself onto me, I feel every inch of her, the smoothness of her skin, the warmth of her body, and the wetness at the entrance of her slit that leaves me begging for more.

Our movements become more intense, our moans filling the room, echoing off the walls and merging into a symphony of lust and need, her muscles clenching, her body pulsing as she slides her pussy lips up and down my shaft.

I grip her arms and force her to look at me. “I want to taste you,” I state, wanting to experience every inch of her.

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