Eyan's voice trembled with raw need as he whispered, "Then help me... please."

  He drew Eva closer, their lips meeting in a kiss fueled by long-suppressed hunger. For so long, they had held back, denying the fire that burned between them. Now, in the warmth of the moment, it ignited fully.

  Gently, Eyan eased her back against the tub's edge, the water splashing softly around them. Before her skin could meet the cool porcelain, he slipped his hand behind her, cushioning her with care. Their kiss broke, leaving them both breathless, foreheads pressed together in silent intimacy.

  "Eva," he murmured, his voice soft with concern, "remove your clothes... you'll get sick. The water's too cold."

  She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and slowly peeled away her soaked garments, one by one. Eyan shrugged off his shirt, revealing the strength beneath. Now bare before him, Eva sat vulnerable, yet unafraid. His gaze traced her form with reverence.

  "You are beautiful, my love," he breathed, his words a tender caress.

  Scooping her into his arms, he lifted her from the tub, water trailing like shimmering tears behind them. She clung to him tightly, her head nestled against his chest. He carried her to the bed and laid her down with exquisite gentleness, then hovered above her, caging her in the safety of his embrace.

  Leaning in, he pressed soft kisses to her neck, his hand cupping her breast with a loving touch. Eva moaned, arching into him, her body responding to the warmth of his affection. His mouth trailed downward, capturing her other breast—licking slowly, suckling with deliberate tenderness.

  His lips wandered, kissing and marking her skin with feather-light claims, until he paused between her thighs. Lifting her hips ever so slightly, he began to lavish her most sensitive spot with rhythmic strokes of his tongue. Eva gasped, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him close not in demand, but in shared bliss.

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  He pulled back, his eyes meeting hers. "It won't hurt now," he assured her softly.

  But Eva caught his hand, drawing him nearer. Biting her lip, her voice a whisper of desire, "Your fingers... put them inside."

  Eyan searched her face, finding only pure want, no hesitation. Lowering himself, he eased two fingers into her warmth. Her eyes fluttered shut, a gasp escaping as he began to thrust gently, curling them to find that perfect spot.

  When she was slick and ready, he withdrew, tasting her essence on his fingers. "You are sweet, my love," he said, his gaze filled with adoration. Eva blushed deeply, her cheeks blooming like roses.

  He shed his pants, positioning himself between her thighs. Leaning close, he touched her face with infinite tenderness. "Tell me if it hurts," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers.

  She nodded, trust shining in her gaze.

  Slowly, he entered her, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. Eva's back arched slightly. "It doesn't hurt," she breathed.

  "It will—I'm only halfway in," he replied, his voice steady and soothing. He laced his fingers with hers beside her head, anchoring them together.

  Then, with care, he filled her completely. Eva clutched his hand tightly, eyes closing as she gripped the sheets with her other. Eyan stilled, his heart aching for her comfort.

  "Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

  "Yes," she admitted, but then cupped his face, her smile radiant. "But I'm fine......so move."

  He began to move—slow, light thrusts at first, easing her through the initial discomfort until it melted into pleasure. Eva moaned, each motion drawing her deeper into ecstasy. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer.

  "Eyan..." she whispered, her voice a melody of longing.

  He thrust a little deeper, eliciting another moan. "Eyan..."

  "Yes, just like that... deeper and harder," she urged, her eyes sparkling with need.

  "Okay," he agreed, his movements growing more fervent, yet always tender, always attuned to her.

  The bed creaked softly beneath them, the chamber echoing with their breathless sighs and shared moans.

  Eva's back arched as climax washed over her, a cry of release on her lips. Eyan kissed her through it, his own peak following soon after—a low growl against her shoulder as he spilled inside her.

  They collapsed together, breathless and spent. He rolled to her side, drawing her into his chest and draping the sheet over them like a protective veil.

  Eva nestled against him, her ear over his heartbeat.

  “Eva,” he murmured.

  “Hm?”

  After a pause, embarrassed but honest, “Can you… help me again?”

  She let out a soft, joyful laugh, pulling him closer. "Come here..."