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Ryan's eyes darkened with a primal intensity, a spark of possession that thrilled and comforted simultaneously. Then he pulled away from me.

"If we keep going, I won't be able to stop, love," he tells me.

I can feel his body tense in an attempt to hold back his desire.

"I don't want you to stop, Ryan," I whisper to him.

"Are you sure, Eve? I've been through a lot today," he begins carefully.

I can see him not getting close to me because if he did, he would lose control. But I've never been more ready.

"Ryan, I know what I want. I want you now, to be yours in every sense of the word, and I want you to mark me." I say and get up from the bed.

I take a step towards him, and he has undressed me completely and is now looking at my body. Then his eyes return to mine, obviously seeing my determination because he crosses the distance between us and sinks his lips into mine.

Our kiss is a mixture of passion, need, and the unspoken connection that binds us. It's not just a physical act; it's a