The moment their lips collided, the world around them blurred into nothingness. Evelyn's resolve crumbled as Michael's commanding presence overwhelmed her. His hands, strong and sure, cupped her face, deepening the kiss. The tension between them was electric, a volatile mix of anger, desire, and something unspoken. Evelyn clung to him, her fingers fisting in his shirt as if afraid to let go.
Michael broke the kiss, his breath hot against her flushed skin. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and promise. But Evelyn, trembling yet resolute, met his gaze.
"Then show me," she whispered, her words trembling but unwavering.
A growl rumbled from deep in his chest. In one fluid motion, he lifted her and pressed her against the cold wall, the contrast sending a shiver down her spine. His hands roamed over her body, skimming her curves with a deliberateness that made her gasp.
"Tell me to stop," Michael said, his voice rough almost like a plea, his forehead pressed to hers.
But she didn't. Instead, her fingers slid under his shirt, tracing the hard ridges of his chest. He groaned at her touch, his restraint hanging by a thread. Slowly, deliberately, he kissed her again, this time softer, more deliberate.
Evelyn's breath hitched as his hands travelled to her waist, pulling her closer until no space remained between them. His lips moved from hers, trailing down to her jaw and neck, leaving a blazing trail of heat in their wake.
Her head fell back, surrendering to the sensations. His mouth found the sensitive hollow at the base of her throat, and she let out a soft moan that spurred him on.
Michael's hands slid upward, brushing against the fabric of her dress until they reached her chest. He paused, giving her a moment to pull away, but she didn't. Instead, she arched into him, a silent plea for more.
"You're playing with fire," he murmured against her skin, his voice dark and filled with need.
"Then let me burn," she whispered back, her own hands daring to explore the hard lines of his body.
Michael let out a low growl of approval and shifted his attention lower. His hands found the buttons of her dress, undoing them with maddening slowness. When the fabric finally slipped from her shoulders, revealing bare skin, his breath caught.
"You're damn bold to still be here," he said, his voice hoarse, almost reverent.
Evelyn's heart raced as his hands cupped her breasts, his touch firm yet gentle. He teased her, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Heat pooled low in her belly, her body responding to his every move.
She didn't remain passive. Her hands moved to his belt, fumbling slightly before loosening it. The sound of the leather sliding free made Michael pause, his eyes darkening.
"You're bold," he said with a smirk, but his voice held no mockery, only desire.
Evelyn didn't reply. She let her fingers trail over the growing hardness beneath his trousers, her touch hesitant at first but growing bolder as he responded with a low groan.
"Evelyn," he breathed, her name a plea and a warning all at once.
She met his gaze, her cheeks flushed but her determination clear. "No turning back now," she said softly.
Michael's restraint snapped. In one swift motion, he claimed her lips again, their kiss deep and consuming. He guided her to the bed, lowering her onto the soft mattress.
His weight settled over her, his hands and mouth exploring her body with a single-minded focus that left her breathless. When his lips closed over one of her sensitive peaks, she cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Every touch, every kiss was a masterful blend of passion and control. Evelyn felt like she was drowning in him, in the way he made her feel, like she was the only woman in the world.
Her hands roamed over his bare chest, memorizing the hard lines and the warmth of his skin. When her fingers ventured lower, brushing against the waistband of his trousers, Michael shuddered.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained, his control hanging by a thread.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling but certain. Yes, she is doing this for her mother but her body seems to love it.
Michael didn't hesitate. He rid himself of his remaining clothes, the sight of him stealing Evelyn's breath. He was a vision of raw strength and masculinity, every inch of him perfect and intimidating.
He returned to her, his kisses gentler now, as if he wanted to savour every moment. Evelyn felt a mix of nerves and anticipation as his hands explored her, setting her skin alight.
When he finally joined their bodies, the sensation was overwhelming. Evelyn gasped, her fingers clutching his shoulders as her body adjusted to the unfamiliar yet thrilling intimacy. Michael stilled, his forehead resting against hers, giving her a moment to breathe.
"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
As he moved, slow and deliberate, Evelyn felt herself unravelling. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her body responding to his in ways she never imagined. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as the intensity built between them.
Michael's pace quickened, his movements more urgent as they reached the edge together. Evelyn's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as the tension coiled tighter and tighter.
When the release finally came, it was explosive. Evelyn cried out, her body arching into his as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Michael followed moments later, his release shaking him to his core.
They lay tangled together, their breaths mingling, their bodies slick with sweat. Evelyn's eyelids grew heavy, the intensity of their encounter leaving her spent.
Michael brushed a strand of hair from her face, his expression unreadable. "Rest," he said softly, his voice gentler than she'd ever heard it.
Evelyn barely managed a nod before sleep claimed her, the feel of his strong arms around her the last thing she remembered.