Chapter 198: In His Arms

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Chapter 198 of "Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers" starts with dramatic events: Evaline: His kiss consumed me. It was tender at first, but soon ignited with a hunger... Discover what happens!

Evaline: His kiss consumed me. It was tender at first, but soon ignited with a hunger that mirrored the fire blooming in my chest. I responded without hesitation, threading my fingers through his soft hair and tilting my head to kiss him deeper. There was no room left for shyness or second thoughts. Only us. Only now. Oscar kissed me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted, like nothing else mattered. I wasn’t just receiving his kiss, I was meeting it with every piece of me that ached to belong to him. My hands found their way to the front of his shirt, and before I even registered what I was doing, I had begun unbuttoning it, one button at a time. My fingers were trembling from a mix of nerves and need, but I didn’t stop until the fabric parted, revealing the warmth of his bare skin. When my fingertips brushed against his toned abdomen, a deep, shuddering breath left his mouth against mine. I felt his muscles tensing slightly under my touch, but his kiss only grew deeper, more insistent. Before I knew it, he broke the kiss just long enough to breathe my name - "Evaline..." - and then stood up effortlessly with me in his arms. I gasped, both surprised and thrilled, as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. Our eyes locked and both of us broke out into smiles, still out of breath from the intense kissing. He didn’t say a word as he carried me out of the living room. And then his lips returned to mine halfway down the hall. I could barely focus on our surroundings - his kiss, his presence, his scent had all but taken over my senses. I heard a door click open, felt the cool air of the room wash over us as he stepped inside, and then the door shut behind us. We were in his bedroom. Moonlight was streaming in through a half-drawn curtain, casting a silvery glow across the room. He didn’t stop moving until he reached the edge of the bed. There, he gently set me down on my feet, but our bodies never parted. He stayed close, his hands holding me by the waist as he leaned in, brushing his lips down the side of my neck. I let my head tilt, baring more of my throat to him. His kisses trailed lower, featherlight at first. Then warmer. Hungrier. A soft gasp escaped me as his lips reached the hollow at the base of my neck and he sucked on the skin in response. His hands were now exploring the curve of my back before they slipped beneath the hem of my top. "You are so beautiful," he murmured against my skin. The way he said it - reverent, sincere, almost disbelieving - made my heart stutter. I responded by reaching for his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. It slid down his arms and fell to the floor without a sound. I let my fingers glide across his bare skin, tracing every line, every ridge of his sculpted chest. I couldn’t help it. I leaned closer and pressed my lips against his collarbone, then down the center of his chest. I felt the way his breath caught when I did. He gently pulled back to look at me, his eyes searching mine as if to silently ask again - Are you sure? I nodded once, firmly. "I want this. I want you." He smiled at me, a smile that almost said he was proud of me. That look on his face made me giggle, just a little. "What?" I teased. "You didn’t think I woud say something like that?" "I just..." His throat moved as he swallowed. "You keep surprising me." "Good," I whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Let me surprise you a little more." The atmosphere shifted again, from soft amusement to something heavier. Richer. My top slipped over my head and joined his shirt on the floor. His hands moved with reverence, as if memorizing every inch of my skin. Each time his fingers brushed over my stomach, I could feel his emotions through our bond - tenderness, protectiveness, and something even deeper than desire. Love. He wasn’t just touching me. He was cherishing me. He then surprised me as he suddenly kneeled in front of me. Taking one of my hands in his own, he pressed his lips over my knuckles. Then he leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss over the curve of my belly, where my child was growing. My chest ached with so much emotion, I thought I might burst. It wasn’t just passion anymore. It was connection. Wholeness. Something sacred. "I never thought I would have this," he murmured, still kneeling before me while looking into my eyes. "You. This bond. A family of my own..." My fingers slipped into his hair again, holding him close. "You deserve it all," I whispered. He rose slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, his hands were moving to remove the remaining pieces of clothes on me. We helped each other, layer by layer, between kisses, between soft chuckled, between looks that said more than words ever could. As I stood bare in front of him, his eyes taking me in with a wildfire blazing in them, I felt like the most beautiful woman in that moment. "That’s not fair," I said as he pulled me close. "What?" I pointed at his pants. "You are still wearing them." He smiled again, inching closer until her lips were barely breaths apart. "Be patient, Love. You will get your chance to enjoy the view. But for now, it’s my turn." He then laid me down on the bed, the sheets cool against my back. He followed and hovered over me like a shield, his hand brushing hair from my face. His kisses returned... slower now. Deeper. More reverent. As if every touch was a promise he meant to keep for the rest of our lives. And when our bodies finally pressed close, the world faded around us. There was only him. Only us. Only this moment, suspended in time - two hearts, two souls, and one bond that shimmered like silver fire beneath our skin.

Chapter 198: In His Arms

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