<h4>Chapter 652: Permanent Mark</h4>
<strong>Warning: Mature content in the Chapter </strong>
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<strong>Oscar:</strong>
The room was dimly lit.
Soft golden light from the bedsidemps spread across the sheets, casting shadows over our tangled limbs and warm skin.
Nearly an hour had passed since the pool.
Since I had asked her that question.
Since she said yes.
My hands moved over her slowly, almost reverently, as if I still couldn’t believe she was right here beneath me.
Real.
Breathing.
Mine.
I leaned down and pressed soft kisses along her shoulder before letting them trail lower... down the elegant curve of her spine.
Her body reacted instantly. A soft, breathless sound slipped from her lips, and it sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through me.
Stars...
I was never getting enough of her.
Never.
My hands slid down her sides, my fingers tracing every curve I had already long memorized.
When they reached her hips, I tightened my hold slightly... steadying her, grounding both of us in the moment.
And then... I entered her from behind.
And the sound she made... it wasn’t just a moan, it was something deeper. Something that wrapped around my chest and squeezed, like I had just touched something sacred.
I instinctively picked up my pace, driven by the way her body responded to mine.
Every thrust pulled another sound from her, making her body tremble as she fought against the overwhelming pleasure burning her.
I leaned down again, my lips brushing against her nape, then her shoulder, then the side of her neck - kissing, marking, iming - not just with touch, but with everything I had.
She was already sensitive. Already overwhelmed from our intense one hour work out where I made sure she came around my fingers, my tongue, and then my hard rod... twice.
And still...
She gave herself to mepletely. Without hesitation. Without fear.
And that... that broke something inside me... in the best possible way. Because I had never wanted anything more than this.
Than her.
"Evaline..."
Her name slipped from my lips in a low whisper as I held her closer, thrusting faster now. Deeper.
I felt the tension in her body building again, coiling tighter and tighter.
Until she broke.
Her body tensed beneath me, her voice rising as she reached that edge once more. And she finally let go, she looked breathtaking.
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
Because I was right there too.
Right at the edge.
Teetering.
My breath grew heavier as I leaned down again, pressing my forehead briefly against her shoulder.
"Eva..." I breathed.
Her name felt like a promise.
A prayer.
A im.
And then... I let go. Not just of control. But of everything.
My fangs slid free as my wolf took over just a fraction. I lowered my head to her corbone.
Sensing my intention, she immediately shifted slightly beneath me. Not away. Never away. But closer.
Like she was choosing me too.
And that was all I needed.
My fangs pierced her skin - gently but firmly. They reached deeper as the ancient power of the Moon Goddess’ blessing surged between us.
My own release hit me hard as a sharp, electric surge shot through me, through her, through both of us.
It was something far more intense, more consuming than any pleasure I had ever felt. Like every part of me had just snapped into ce.
My wolf roared inside me... wild, overjoyed, finally at peace... as the bond settled into ce, finallypleted and sealed for the rest of our lives.
I held Eva tightly as the wave of connection flooded through us, grounding us both as we came down from the intensity of it.
Slowly.
Gradually.
Until all that remained was warmth.
And her.
I pulled back carefully, pressing a soft kiss over the mark I had just left.
<i>Mine.</i>
She was mine.
And I was hers.
"Eva..." I murmured again, softer this time.
My arms wrapped around her as I lowered myself slightly over her back, not putting my full weight on her but close enough to feel her warmth.
To hear her breathing.
To know she was still right here.
My lips found her nape again, then her shoulder, then the curve of her neck.
I couldn’t stop touching her. Couldn’t stop kissing her. Like if I did, I might wake up and realize this was all a dream.
My fingers tracedzy patterns along her skin, following invisible paths over her back and arms.
She was quiet now.
Soft.
Warm.
Safe in my arms.
And for the first time in a long time...
So was I.
"I love you," I whispered against her skin.
She shifted slightly beneath me, turning her head just enough for me to see her face.
Her eyes met mine - soft, emotional, and beautiful.
"I love you too," she whispered back.
That was it.
That was everything.
I leaned down and kissed her again. It was slow and deep. Not rushed this time. Not desperate.
Just... full.
Full of everything we had just shared, everything we had just be.
When I finally pulled back, I rested my forehead lightly against her shoulder again, letting out a slow breath.
Silence settled around us. It feltfortable, content, andplete.
My fingers continued tracing along her back absentmindedly, mapping every inch of her like I never wanted to forget.
Then a random thought crossed my mind as I took in her smooth, fair skin... and it made me smile slightly.
"Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?" I asked.
She stilled beneath me.
"What?"
I chuckled softly as I repeated, "A tattoo."
She turned her head a little more, clearly surprised. "I have... never really thought about it."
"Hmm."
My fingers paused at the curve of her shoulder.
"Should I be worried?" she asked lightly.
I smirked.
"Maybe."
She huffed softly.
"Oscar."
I leaned closer, brushing my lips against her shoulder again.
"I might have an idea."
Her curiosity sparked immediately.
"Oh?"
I nodded slightly.
"Yeah."
My fingers traced lightly over her skin again - slow, intentional - as the idea began to take clearer shape in my mind.
And somehow...
It felt just as permanent as the mark I had left on her.