Page 58 of A Clash of Stars

I knew he wasn’t my mate, but I could have fun while waiting, right?

I noticed I was biting my lip, and a small giggle escaped me. I immediately regretted my timing as I noticed a movement in the bathroom.

Evander’s dark eyes caught mine in the reflection. He only had on his slacks that were now unbuttoned as he turned to walk towards me. When he opened the door to the bathroom entirely, I thought my heart would explode. It was beating so fast, and I knew he could sense it. He stood in the doorframe and leaned onto it, exposing the tense muscles that wrapped tightly around his hips as he stuck his hands in his front pockets.

His deep voice reached me, “Always such a curious little bear.”

My breath caught in my throat as he took steps towards me, and I rolled my lips together. I knew my eyes were wild with excitement, and he could sense that as he spoke, “I dream of those eyes every night.”

He continued his strides toward me until he reached the side of my bed. He leaned over, propping his hands onto the blanket. I could feel the power pulsating through the blanket to me.

My eyes shot up to his. I could sense it.

Hunger.

For me.

I moved my body so that I could sit up on my knees to get closer to him. He seemed surprised by my choice of movement. His scent was so strong, his emeraldgreen eyes glowed, and his hands gripped the blanket so hard it caused the muscles in his arms to tense, showing every delicious detail of him.

Finally, I mustered up enough courage to speak to him. The only sound I could make came out as a whisper.

“So, you dream of me every night? Just my eyes, though. Nothing…else?”

He looked down at the bed, then back to me, “I dream of many things, Clara, but I’d rather not tell you about them. I’d rather show you instead.”

I sat up a little taller to get my face aligned with his.

In a breathy whisper, I responded, “Then show me.”

One moment I was on my knees, eye to eye with Evander. The next, I was lying on my back with him on top of me. His hands were on either side of my head, and his right thigh was between mine.

“Once we do this, Clara, there is no going back,” he said seductively in his deep voice.

I nodded, and I could feel my eyes starting to glow. I knew I was being affected by him.

He slowly lowered his body onto mine, and my senses swelled as I tried to focus on his gaze. His elbows were placed on the sides of my shoulders, and his right hand grasped my face, gently guiding my mouth to his.

The moment our lips met, I surrendered all of my worry and concern about the future and lost myself in this moment with him. My hands maneuvered their way into his hair, and my fingers tingled with every movement. I smelled the teakwood radiating off of him, which only fueled more of my desire. I tilted my head to deepen our kiss, and as his tongue swept across mine, a small moan escaped me.

I never wanted our kiss to end. Part of me knew that he felt the same. His hand started to drag down my body, stopping once leisurely as he reached my thigh. Abruptly, he pulled back from our kiss as if asking permission to continue touching me.

His calloused hands slid under the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head and exposing my lace bralette. His mouth gravitated to my chest as he pulled the lace away from one breast, gently rubbing his finger back and forth over it, causing a tingling sensation in my toes.

Evander’s hands slid to my hips, pulling my matching lace underwear down my legs, exposing me to him completely. He leaned back, studying my body. He seared every portion of me.

“Clara, you’re perfect.”

His mouth caressed my nipples softly, sucking and pulling with a slight nibble from his teeth. It felt like my body was turning into a liquid fire with every touch. His kisses trailed down my body to the most sensitive part of me. He teased me by tracing his fingers softly back and forth between my thigh and hip.

I had grown tired of him playing with me, so I finally reached down to his hand on the inside of my thigh and placed it where I wanted him to be the most.

His smile was so enormous that I could see the dimples slightly caressing the top of his cheeks. I rolled my hips into his hand, and he growled. He kissed my neck, and a low growl formed, “Clara, I have waited for what has felt like a lifetime to be in this bed with you.”

He began to place soft kisses along my neck, and my body opened up to him, allowing his fingers to find their way inside. I arched my back as his kisses lowered down my stomach. He paused as he reached the apex of my thighs.

“You are so beautiful, every part of you, and completelymine.”

He said with a pause at the end of each word. His mouth covered my most sacred part, and I let out the most intense form of relief. I flashed back to my dream of him and could one hundred percent tell this was completely real. Everything about this intimate moment with him was intoxicating.

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