Chapter 33. Devotion

Evelyn

I couldn’t tell you how we ended up in my bedroom; it all happened too fast. More likely at the speed of the wind.

One moment, I was convincing myself this would be just a kiss, a simple touch of our lips and that’s it. But the next, we were both consumed—starving for more, burning with a need that had been ignited by days of longing, of missing each other’s warmth, touch, and presence.

I matched his fervor as his lips claimed mine, my back sinking into the softness of the mattress. His tongue swept into my mouth, and I met every movement with equal intensity—every nip, every bite, every touch mirrored in a desperate ache of desire.

This wasn’t just passion; it was the hunger of days spent apart, the warmth we had missed, the touch we had craved with every fiber of our beings. It was everything we had been deprived of because of the distance that had stretched between us, like a cruel force keeping us from what we needed most—each other.