Chapter 30: Dear Friend
Evelyn’s breath hitched at his response, the sensation of his kiss igniting every nerve in her body. Zevian cupped her face, deepening the kiss further, their lips clashing in a battle for dominance. Her hands found their way to his hair, while he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and causing her to cradle over his body.
Zevian started teasing her with light pecks, nibbling her lower lip before biting it gently to gain entry into her mouth. Evelyn moaned as their tongues danced in a heated rhythm, sending waves of heat gushing between her legs.
Without breaking the kiss, Zevian swirled her onto the bed, causing her to hit the soft mattress with a gentle bounce. Evelyn gasped in surprise, the sound lost between their lips. They pulled back, breathless and lost in each other’s eyes. There was a hint of hesitation in Zevian’s gaze, but Evelyn grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss, this time soft yet sensual. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her impossibly closer, feeling the warmth of her body meld with his.
Evelyn’s hands moved down, her fingers deftly working on the buttons of his shirt. Each pop of a button sent a thrill through her, her lips never leaving his. As her hands ventured lower, reality crashed over Zevian. His eyes snapped open, and he abruptly pulled back, his breath ragged like hers.
Their fiery eyes locked, and he cursed himself for losing control and taking advantage of her vulnerable state. Slowly, he removed her hands that clutched onto his shirt before moving away, confusing and hurting her.
"Take those meds and sleep. Good night," he said, avoiding her eyes, the weight of his guilt heavy in his voice.
He walked out of the room, each step filled with regret. Leaning over the glass railing, he asked one of the maids to stay with Evelyn before heading to his room, desperate for a cold shower to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him.
Evelyn was left staring at the door, her heart pounding and her mind spinning. The desire that had consumed her moments ago now left her feeling empty and cold. She couldn’t understand what had just happened, or why he had pushed her away after everything.
She sat up, confusion and a mix of emotions swirling within her that Zevian’s touch had stirred within her. The longing, the ache, the need for him was overwhelming, and in her drunken state, she had expressed feelings she could never dare to voice otherwise.