58 Good Lord!

Evie supported her weight on his shoulders and rose to her knees when Gavriel stilled under her. She was too dazed to realize the primitive hunger dancing in his eyes.

"Gav –" she couldn't even complete his name because Gavriel suddenly moved and grabbed her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up slightly as he buried his head against her torso. Evie felt his forehead a feverish contrast as to the cool span of her upper body, helping her clear her muddled head a little.

"Evie… oh, god…" his tone was grave, his eyes were passion-drowsed as he cupped the soft shape of her breast with his one hand. He gently kneaded, squeezed it while his mouth kissed her throat.

His hands began to explore her body, on and on, she felt both his light and heavy touches alternately everywhere as if he were determined to leave nothing untouched and unexplored.