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Epilogue
Evelina moaned, pressing her bodice against Thomas as he knotted his hands in her hair and kissed his way down her neck, down between the cleavage of her gown.
“Take this off,” she commanded, pulling at the sleeves herself, as Thomas hurried to oblige.
She shivered at the feeling of the cool air against her breasts, and her back arched up off the bed when Thomas’ mouth closed around her nipple.
“How does that feel?” Thomas asked, voice low, lifting his eyes briefly to meet hers.
“Incredible,” Evelina breathed. She tugged at his shirt, motioning for him to remove it.
Thomas grinned, and did as she directed, before leaning down over her once more. Evelina couldn’t decide between closing her eyes, and trying to heighten the sensation of Thomas’ hot, possessive touch—the burning warmth of his mouth on her skin—or keeping them wide open, to take in the glorious form of him.
For Thomas, with his firm muscles and god-like face, was truly a sight to behold.
Ultimately, Evelina found that she could not stand to look away for very long, if at all. She craned her neck up to watch as he kissed his way downward, and downward still. Between her breasts…down her torso…all the way to the soft, supple area beneath her naval.
Up through this point, Evelina and Thomas had both remained in their undergarments. Now, Thomas cut his own lust-darkened eyes up to meet hers, as his thumbs hooked around the fabric of her chemise. “May I…?”
Evelina nodded mutely, her throat constricting with sudden emotion. It was impossible to be afraid when she trusted Thomas as much as she did, but it was impossible to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the newness of it all.
Thomas’ brow pinched slightly at Evelina’s expression. Instead of tearing the chemise off, Thomas slowed his movements, so that the act was quiet, almost reverent.
As the fabric slipped from her hips, over the supple curve of her buttocks, Evelina tilted her eyes toward the dark ceiling, feeling her face flush at the exposure of it all.
She could feel Thomas sitting back on his knees. Her flush deepened, burning, across her face and down her neck. Thomas, however, caught her knees before they could press together. Gently, he pulled them open once more, kissing at the soft skin of Evelina’s inner thighs. She shook at the sensation, feeling as though she were burning and melting all at once. “Thomas,” she said, voice hitching.
Her voice tapered off in a wavering little squeak. Where had all her earlier boldness disappeared to? She felt both completely out of character, yet completely, blissfully exposed in the deepest way imaginable.
“Let me try something,” Thomas said, voice low, running his hands along her thighs. “If you don’t like it, or want to stop at any point, we will. All right?”
“A-all right…ah—” Evelina’s voice hitched again as Thomas’ hands moved from her thighs to grip the undersides of her knees. He hitched her legs up further, then leaned in, so that his face was mere inches away from her entrance, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. A tingling began at the sensation, spreading outward from the quivering heat of her center, and Evelina bit her lip to hold back a moan.
Thomas cut his eyes up to meet Evelina’s, and squeezed her knees. “Can you stay open for me like this, Love?”
Evelina nodded, face burning up. “Yes. I…yes.”
She hissed in through her teeth at the feel of Thomas lowering his head once more, and kissing at the soft folds of skin between her legs, the tingling feeling from before growing more pronounced almost to the point of pain. Almost curiously, he licked lightly at the wet slickness, eliciting a sharp gasp from Evelina. Thomas made a contented noise at her reaction, and did the same thing again, this time, with more pressure.
Evelina had no trouble keeping her legs open now; in fact, she found herself spreading them further in her desperation to give Thomas more room. His tongue licked, and circled, and pressed. Evelina writhed against the bed, tilting her hips up, luxuriating in the sheer pleasure of it all. At one point, Thomas hesitated, just briefly—before his lips closed around the tiny nub at the center of her, andsucked.
“Thomas,” Evelina cried, her fingers digging into the duvet in a desperate attempt to ground herself. Sparks flew outwards from her stomach, down her legs, her toes curling against the air. Pleasure crested and waned, crested and waned, as Thomas sent Evelina spinning further into the abyss of her own pleasure.
She felt herself on the verge of tipping over, the buzzing sensation inside of her hovering on a precipice…but she didn’t want that. Not yet.
“Thomas,” Evelina said, sitting up on her elbows. “Wait, wait. I want…not like this—”
“What is it that you want?” Thomas asked, looking up at her once more, his golden eyes gone practically black.
Evelina challenged herself to keep her eyes locked on his. “I want to lose myself with you inside me.”
To Evelina’s surprise, now Thomas was the one to flush. She had thought him beyond embarrassment, unflappable, but it seemed she was wrong. Just as had been the case during their encounter in the shed, somethingflourishedinside Evelina at his reaction, a curious sense of power. She would make him feel good. She would make him feelincredible. She would not relent until Thomas was just as beside himself as she had felt just now, fighting his own pleasure, writhing at the sensation of her touch.
“All right,” said Thomas, voice rough. “All right.”
Yet despite his words, Thomas did not move from between Evelina’s legs, his pink tinge of his cheeks spreading all the way up to his ears.
Evelina felt as though she were burning up inside. She shifted so that she was sitting up, and moved so that Thomas had more space for himself on the bed. She patted the space beside her, directing him to reposition.
