<h4>Chapter 669: Being On The Top</h4>


    <strong>Warning: Mature content in the Chapter </strong>


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    <strong>Evaline:</strong>


    "I want you Oscar."


    The words left my mouth as I pulled back to look him in the eyes. I wanted him to know just how badly I needed him.


    The physical distance that had built between us over the past twenty-four hours or so felt unbearable with each passing minute. The need to be close to him, to be pressed against his body, to kiss him, make love to him... it was bing overwhelming.


    And I couldn’t even begin to imagine how he seeded in holding himself together when his wolf might be telling him otherwise.


    "I want you." I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper this time.


    He stared into my eyes for a whole long minute, and then, something shifted in him.


    He inched closer, making me anticipate another breathtaking kiss, but it never came. Instead, his lipsnded softly on my neck, right at the cor of my trench coat.


    And then his hands started moving, with urgency. It was like he couldn’t stand the barrier between us for another second. His fingers gripped the coat and pushed it down my shoulders. He then pulled moved to my sweater and Iplied.


    My breath caught and a soft gasp escaped me as the cold air brushed against my bare skin once I was only left in my bottoms. But it didn’tst because he was there instantly.


    Warm.


    Solid.


    Every inch of him closing the distance like he needed to erase itpletely.


    "Oscar-" I barely got his name out before his lips were on mine again - hard, demanding, hungry.


    The kiss stole whatever was left of my thoughts.


    I clutched onto him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I tried to keep up with the intensity of it, matching him, answering him with the same need that burned through me.


    There was no space to think. No space to breathe. Just him.


    His hands moved again, more urgently now, and I felt the shift as he shed thest of what stood in his way. The sound of fabric hitting the floor barely registered over the rush of blood in my ears.


    And once I waspletely naked, we were moving again. Not carefully, nor slowly.


    We stumbled and even collided. We were half walking, half losing bnce... until the back of my legs hit something solid.


    The couch.


    Before I could react, he was there with me, pushing me down. His body followed mine instantly, pressing me into the cold cushions.


    A breathlessugh escaped me in half surprise and half something else entirely. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.


    "Eva..." he said my name like a warning again. Like he was already too far gone.


    But I didn’t stop him.


    I couldn’t.


    Instead, I pulled him back down, my lips finding his once more, deeper this time, slower but no less desperate.


    The world narrowed to the space between us. Every touch felt sharper and every movement heavier.


    His mouth left mine only to trail kisses down my throat, then my corbone before making its way down the valley between my breasts. His fingers found my erect nipples and the moment they brushed over those sensitive buds, I sucked in a deep breath.


    His mouth didn’t stop as it kissed a trail down my belly, and then between my legs. His warm breath fanned my clit for a second before his tongue covered it with its warmth.


    My body arched as sweet tingles spread across my body at the contact. There’s nothing slow or sweet about the way his tongue worked its magic on my throbbed core, he was hungry and determined to make me scream with overwhelming pleasure.


    "Ah! O-Oscar... I..."


    I didn’t get to finish as he suddenly stopped and pulled away, leaving me stranded just at the very edge of the peak.


    I stared at him with my desire lidded eyes. All I wanted was for him to finish what he started, but one look into his eyes and I knew he was doing this on purpose.


    Before I could speak, he stood up and started taking off his own shoes and pants.


    My heart started pounding as I watched him. I had seen him naked so many times already, and yet, it never got old. Even now, my throat felt dry as he slipped out of his boxers and I my gazended straight on his huge erection.


    And scared stars... I wanted that thing inside me immediately.


    Without wasting another second, I stood up and pushed Oscar down on the couch. And before he could even register what had happened, I moved to staddle him.


    "What do you think you are doing, love?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze held mine, filled with just as much longing and hunger as mine.


    My fingers wrapped around his thickness, squeezing it tightly enough to make him close his eyes and release a breath. Satisfied, I started moving my hand up and down, pumping his hardness.


    I inched my face closer until my lips were almost brushing his, and then I answered - "iming what’s mine."


    Oscar groaned, either because of my words or my hand working him up.


    I didn’t wait anymore. I couldn’t.


    I imed his lips the same moment I aligned my entrance against the head of his length and lowered myself until he was buried deep inside me.


    We both groaned, the sound muffled because of the kiss. I stayed still for a moment and focused on kissing him, having a little duel with his tongue before pulling back.


    His head fell back against the headrest of the couch, his gaze fixed on mine as I finally started moving my hips up and down, pulling put just to engulf him in all over again.


    There was something so electrifying and dangerous about being on top of him and riding him that pushed me closer to edge much quicker than I expected.


    And before I knew, I wasing undone on top of him.