Rebirth: Love me Again

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[EVE]

I had always wondered what it would feel like to be kissed, what it would taste like.

But I never imagined it would be this overwhelming, especially when sharing it with the man I love.

The sensation was intoxicating—his lips were sweet, addictive, and filled with a kind of urgency that made my head spin.

The kiss was all-consuming, wiping away every coherent thought. My mind went blank. When I say blank, I mean nothing but the sensation of his lips on mine existed at that moment.

My eyes flew open in surprise when I felt Cole's tongue brush against my lips, prying them open gently before slipping inside, exploring the depths of my mouth with a hunger that made my knees weak.

My breath hitched as his tongue tangled with mine, moving in a heated, erotic dance.

I felt a familiar heat pool in the pit of my stomach, spreading down to my core, a desire burning hotter with every second.

And I wasn't the only one feeling it—when I pressed closer, I could feel the hardness of Cole's arousal straining against his pants, pressing firmly against my abdomen.

"C-Cole . . ." I stammered, my voice a shaky whisper. This was crazy, absolutely insane. We were in a dangerous situation, Cole was losing blood by the minute, yet none of it seemed to matter right now.

It felt like the world outside this cave had ceased to exist.

"N-no . . ." I managed to say, finding the strength to lightly push him away. I gasped for breath, heat rising on my face as I saw the string of saliva connecting our lips when he pulled back. "We can't . . . You're hurt. We need to get help."

Cole's face was flushed, his eyes half-lidded and filled with a raw, unfiltered desire. He was panting, sweat glistening on his skin despite the cold air around us. His entire body seemed to radiate heat, almost like I could see steam rising off his chest and shoulders.

"Listen to me, Eve . . ." His voice was low, husky, and rough around the edges. "These wounds are shallow, just knife cuts . . . They're not deep. I won't die from this."

"W-what?" My brain struggled to process his words, still reeling from his sudden confession and the intensity of that kiss. "But the gunshot—"

"It wasn't a bullet," Cole interrupted, his breath coming out in visible puffs of steam. He looked like an untamed force of nature, his gaze dark and smoldering, making the heat in my core flare even hotter.

"What? Then what is it?" I asked, my mind clouded with confusion and desire, the fear momentarily forgotten.

"It's a drug," he replied, his voice strained, as if he was fighting against its effects.

"A drug?" I repeated, alarmed. "What kind of drug? Are you going to be alright?"

Cole nodded, but his gaze softened as he looked at me, a serious expression settling on his face. He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "I can cure it if I get outside . . . but it would compromise our hideout."

"W-what's the cure?" My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear my own voice. Nothing was making sense, but the heat in his gaze sent shivers down my spine.

"This," he murmured, his voice dropping even lower.

Before I could respond, Cole pushed me gently onto my back, the robe that had served as our blanket slipping off, leaving me exposed in my underwear.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He hovered over me, his bare chest inches from mine, and I could see the bulge in his pants straining against the fabric, as if it might burst free at any moment.

My breath came out in ragged gasps, my pulse racing wildly as our eyes locked. Every muscle in his body seemed tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my neck, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses before he bit down gently, sucking on my skin.

A gasp escaped my lips, my fingers instinctively digging into his back, clawing at him as if I needed to hold on for dear life. His kisses became more urgent, his tongue tracing patterns against my skin, leaving a searing path of sensation that set my nerves on fire.

With each nip and suck, the strength drained from my body, leaving me a trembling mess beneath him. Every moan that slipped from my lips seemed to drive him wild, his grip on my waist tightening as he pressed his hips against mine, his arousal grinding into me.

"Eve," he breathed, his voice barely more than a growl. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his pupils blown wide with lust, his expression one of pure, unrestrained need. "I can't hold back any longer."

He kissed me again, harder this time, with a desperation that matched the feverish heat building between us. The world outside ceased to exist; all that mattered was this moment, the taste of his lips, the feel of his body against mine.

It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and I knew in that instant—I was lost.

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A sharp gasp escaped my lips as Cole deftly unclasped my bra, my chest spilling free. My breasts bounced slightly, the cool air making my nipples harden almost instantly.

"S-stop . . ." I whispered, heat rushing to my cheeks. Embarrassed, I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest, turning my head away, couldn't look at him in the eyes.

But Cole's eyes darkened with a raw, hungry look. "They're beautiful, Eve . . ." he murmured, his voice husky and laced with a rough edge that sent shivers down my spine. He gently grasped both my wrists, pinning them above my head with one of his large hands.

I shuddered when his warm breath grazed my sensitive skin, and then his tongue flicked teasingly over one of my hardened nipples. The sensation was electric, sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through me.

I moaned, the sound slipping out of me involuntarily as he closed his lips around the pink tip, sucking gently while his tongue swirled and teased.