My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 171 Devotion

Evelyn

I couldn't tell you how we ended up in my bedroom; it all happened too fast. More likely at the speed of the wind.

One moment, I was convincing myself this would be just a kiss, a simple touch of our lips and that's it. But the next, we were both consumed-starving for more, burning with a need that had been ignited by days of longing, of missing each other's warmth, touch, and presence. I matched his fervor as his lips claimed mine, my back sinking into the softness of the mattress. His tongue swept into my mouth, and I met every movement with equal intensity-every nip, every bite, every touch mirrored in a desperate ache of desire. This wasn't just passion; it was the hunger of days spent apart, the warmth we had missed, the touch we had craved with every fiber of our beings. It was everything we had been deprived of because of the distance that had stretched between us, like a cruel force keeping us from what we needed most each other.

Words became unnecessary, lost in the haze.

Our touch, our eyes, every gentle caress spoke everything we wanted to say, conveying all the things that language could never fully capture. It was no longer about saying how we felt; our bodies did all the talking, in a language that only we understood. For the first time in all these day....I didn't think of the past. Or even of the conversation we had just moments ago.

I didn't think about what this meant, or where it would lead us. All that mattered was this moment-this perfect, electrifying moment where nothing else existed but us. It was everything I had been craving, everything I had ever wanted. My soul, our souls, had yearned for this, and I wasn't about to let my thoughts sabotage it, steal it away from me.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse, before his lips captured mine again in a kiss that seared down to my very soul. We were both breathless, yet still, it wasn't enough. This moment, this night-none of it would ever be enough. A lifetime wouldn't be enough. I needed him with every breath I took, in every beat of my heart, in my fucking veins, in my days, my nights, in every single second.

God! I loved this man!

As he reluctantly broke the kiss, he sat up, trapping my legs between his as he grabbed the back of his t-shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. His sculpted muscles were exposed to my gaze, and without a second thought, my hand reached out to trace the hard lines of his chest down to his abdomen. His skin was warm, the texture under my fingertips both familiar and electrifying. He felt too good, too right, and God, I had missed this-missed him so much.

I reached out, my hands finding his cheeks, my fingers spreading along his jaw and neck as I pulled him in for another kiss. His lips met mine with the same raw hunger and passion as before, the intensity unwavering. It was as if time had stood still, and his desire remained just as fierce.

As our kiss broke, he swiftly pulled my crop top over my head and discarded it, exposing my bare breasts to his gaze. Without hesitation, he took one into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple before he began to suck. A soft gasp escaped my lips.

He moved with deliberate slowness, his touch sensual and unhurried, savoring each moment. What was happening between uswasn't just mere romance-it was something deeper, something charged with heat, warmth, love, and passion. No single word could capture the intensity of it.

gentle pop, he shifted his attention to the other, lavishing it with the same care. His lips then traveled downward, trailing kisses along my neck, between my breasts, to my

folds. He leaned in and placed a kiss there, and just when I thought he might stop, he didn't. His kiss deepened, his tongue swirling around my clit, tracing the length of my slit with a

as

then he was on me again, his lips, teeth, and tongue moving in a way that set my

shaking as his name spilled from my lips. He savored every drop

myself on

couldn't tear my eyes

full lips, sharp jawline, and sculpted face were beyond description. Words failed me, just as they always had when trying to capture his perfection. He was my own beautiful destruction, one I'd willingly endure over and over again... but then again-that's what

locked. His gaze traced down my body, and a small smile tugged at his lips as he noticed the marks he'd left on me-from my neck, to my chest, to my

it.

lips met my neck, trailing

tip pressed against my entrance, my back arched involuntarily, and a soft sound escaped my lips. Slowly, he pushed the

parted and my

one hand, using the other to gently hold my jaw. He whispered against my lips,

locked on mine, and every inch of his skin pressed against mine-it felt like something beyond words. Fire on fire-that's the only way I could describe it. He hadn't even started moving yet, but I knew that even if

possible, though there was still an inch and a half of him left. It unsettled me. We'd had sex countless times, and I'd always taken him so well, so why did it feel like

after days apart, I realized not every woman

length into me, and a scream slipped past my lips-not

kiss on my lips before beginning to move, in and out of me, rocking my body. He set a slow pace, taking his time, making sure I felt

I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent as the knot

I was so close...