Eva's Pov:I was sitting on top of him — naked, truly naked, with nowhere left to hide — and he could see me, every inch of me, the flush on my cheeks, the sheen of sweat across my collarbones, the marks he had left on my neck, the evidence of his pleasure still visible on my body. And he stared back at me — no longer the dominant force, no longer the one dictating the terms, but something quieter, something almost vulnerable in its restraint — and he let me.He let me take the lead.My hands found his neck first — feeling the warm, pulsing skin beneath my fingertips, the strong cord of his throat beating with his heartbeat, the slight stubble that grazed my palm. I slowly explored his body, my fingers tracing the hard, defined lines of his abs — those sexy, sculpted planes of muscle that I had only glimpsed before, now fully revealed and gloriously tangible beneath my touch.Each ridge, each groove, each flex of his core sent a jolt of something electric through me, and my hands move
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