[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 375: Choosing Each Other Again

~Nantam’s POV~

That night, the air in our bedroom finally felt still, the heavy silence of the past few weeks replaced by the low hum of the TV. I was tucked into Evans’ side, my head resting on his chest while he stroked my back in slow, rhythmic circles. It was peaceful, the kind of peace I’d forgotten we could have.

The moment was broken by the sharp ring of his phone. I stayed still, listening to him talk in that professional, clipped tone he used for work. When he hung up, he let out a sigh and turned to me.

"Babe," he said softly. "That was my manager."

I nodded on his chest.

"I have to travel next week," he continued, hesitating for a moment. "Right after Evric’s wedding. It’s a location shoot... I’ll be away for almost three weeks."

I felt my heart sink. I pushed myself up on one elbow, looking down at him. "Three weeks?"

"Yes, sweetheart," he said with a small sigh. "I know it’s a lot to take in, but sometimes, depending on where we’re shooting, it can stretch to a month or even longer."

"Okay," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral, but I could feel the sadness creeping into my expression. I lay back down, staring at the ceiling. The thought of him being away for that long, especially now when we were just starting to mend, made my chest ache.

Evans must have noticed the change in my energy. "Babe?" he asked gently. "Can you get some time off work? Even if you can’t stay the whole time... maybe you could come with me for the first week. That way, you’ll know I’ll be back just a couple of weeks after."

My head snapped up so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. " Wait... Can I really come with you?"

Evans chuckled, pulling me closer. "Of course you can."

"Well, I am my own boss," I said, smiling at him. "I can definitely make it work. I’d love to come with you."

"Then it’s a deal," he said, kissing my forehead, pulling me back down against his chest.

We lay there in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being our synchronized breathing. I traced the pattern of his shirt with my finger before whispering, "Baby?"

"Yes, honey?"

I needed him to understand, so I spoke calmly. "It’s not because I don’t trust you," I said, my voice soft. "That’s not why I want to go. I just... I want to be close to you. But if you think I’ll get in the way or distract you, I can stay back. I don’t want to make things harder for you."

Evans didn’t hesitate. He pressed a firm, lingering kiss to the top of my head. "Don’t overthink it. You’ll be at the hotel while I’m on set, and the thought of coming back to meet you every night is the best gift I could ask for. I want you close to me too."

I looked up at him, searching his eyes. "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure, love," he nodded, his gaze dropping to my lips.

The air in the room shifted instantly. That familiar, magnetic spark, the one that had been missing for so long, suddenly flared between us. I felt the hunger in his gaze, a longing that matched my own. I leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, testing the waters. Evans kissed me back with a desperate kind of reverence, but he didn’t try to push further. He was waiting for me.

I pulled back just an inch and whispered the words I hadn’t been able to say for weeks. "Let’s do it."

Evans froze. He pulled back, searching my face to make sure he’d heard me correctly. I simply nodded, my heart pounding. "Have sex with me, Evans."

"Does this mean... you’ve forgiven me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"No," I admitted honestly. "But I’m giving you a chance to prove yourself. I’m giving you a reason to make me trust you again."

Tears stung Evans’s eyes. He lunged forward, wrapping me in a fierce, bone-crushing hug. "Thank you," he choked out. He pulled back, cupping my face in his hands. "I will make sure you never regret giving me this chance. Thank you, baby."

"Just love me right," I whispered. "Give me room to trust you so I never have to doubt you ever again."

"I will, baby. I promise."

I didn’t wait for another word. I moved first, crashing my lips against his. The kiss was hot and hungry, fueled by weeks of longing, pain, and the desperate need to feel whole again.

Evans let out a low growl into my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my waist, pulling me so flush against him that there wasn’t a breath of air between us.

He began to worship my body with a feverish intensity, his lips traveling from my jaw to the sensitive hollow of my throat. Every touch was an apology; every stroke of his hands down my sides made my skin electric.

He made sure I was ready, his fingers teasing and roaming until I was aching and hard, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

We stripped away our clothes with a desperate clumsiness, the friction of skin on skin sending jolts of lightning through my nerves.

Evans lay back flat on the bed, his dark hair fanned out against the pillow, his eyes dark with a mixture of devotion and raw hunger. "Climb on me, Nan," he rasped, his voice thick. "I want to see you. Ride me, baby."

I climbed over him, straddling his hips. I leaned down, my hair brushing his chest as I took one of his nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the firm peak. Evans let out a sharp, guttural moan, his back arching off the bed as his fingers dug into the mattress.

The sound of his pleasure only fueled my own, and I moved to the other side, teasing him until he was breathless and calling my name.

"Nan... please," he choked out.

He reached down, his hand steady even as he trembled, and opened the bedside drawer. He grabbed the lubricant, his eyes never leaving mine as he coated himself and then reached for me. His fingers were gentle as he prepped my entrance, his touch a silent promise of care.

"I’m going to go inside now," he whispered, his voice a low vibration. I nodded, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Okay, babe. Do it."

Evans gripped my waist, lifting me just enough to align us. I raised my hips, and he guided himself to my opening. As I slowly lowered myself, he entered me, and I felt him beginning to stretch me, inch by agonizingly perfect inch.

I groaned, my head falling back as I took him in, the fullness of him finally bridging the distance that had been between us for weeks. When he was finally, deeply seated inside me, he paused, his hands resting firmly on my hips.

"Are you okay? Do you need a second?" he asked, his eyes searching mine with that familiar, protective sincerity.

"I’m fine," I gasped out, my hands bracing against his shoulders. "I’m more than fine. Don’t stop."

He began to move, a slow, deep thrust that made my vision blur. He reached up, his hands cupping my chest, his thumbs rolling over my nipples as I began to find my rhythm.

"Fuck," I moaned, my hips beginning to roll in a steady, grinding circle.

"Yes, baby," Evans hissed, his eyes fluttering shut as he watched me move above him. "Just like that. Keep riding me, Nan. You’re so beautiful... You feel so fucking good."

The room was filled with the sounds of our joined breathing and the wet friction of our bodies meeting.

I picked up the pace, my movements becoming more frantic as the pleasure built into a blinding pressure. Every time I came down on him, Evans let out a jagged moan, his hands sliding from my chest to my lower back, pulling me down harder against him.

"Harder," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Evans, please."

I was lost in the sensation, the way he filled me...