[Draven].
Heat rolled through like a rising tide.
I slid my hand along her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her blouse, her breath stuttering when my fingers brushed the side of her thigh.
Her back arched instinctively, her lips parting against mine.
I swallowed the soft sound she made, the sound that told she was losing herself in this too.
The next mont, I pulled back only an inch, my forehead resting against hers.
"redith," I murmured, voice low, strained, "if you keep touching like that, I’m going to lose every bit of restraint I have left."
She blinked up at , her pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen, and whispered,
"...then lose it."
Those three words hit harder than any battle strike, and I liked it.
A slow, dangerous smile curled at the corner of my mouth. "You have no idea what you are inviting, little wolf."
Her breath trembled, but she didn’t pull away. She was as stubborn as ever.
redith lifted one hand and touched my cheek gently, softly, lovingly, and whispered, "I trust you."
Instantly, my heart slamd against my ribs.
There were a hundred ways she could have undone , but nothing compared to those words.
I lowered my head, kissed her again, deeper, slower, letting the heat rise like a storm building in silence, full of promise, full of hunger, full of everything I had held back for far too long.
As she tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled down to her, I felt one thing with terrifying clarity:
I was already gone.
This woman would be my end.
After kissing her to my little satisfaction, I lifted my head and t her hazy eyes. Her breath ward my lips, letting the mont stretch and anticipation coil tight between us as her silver hair scattered across the pillow like moonlight spilt on silk.
Her blouse rumpled slightly from our earlier movents, revealing a delicate line of skin at her collarbone, just enough to tempt and make my chest tighten.
I traced that line with the back of my fingers, slow enough to make her shiver.
"Still telling to wait until tonight?" I teased.
Her eyelashes fluttered as her voice ca out soft, breathy, and trembling with want. "No."
A slow heat spread through my chest—dark, triumphant, hungry, as her hands slid up my arms, her palms warm and eager against my skin.
"Then tell ," I whispered as I lowered my mouth to her throat, "what you want from right now."
She swallowed hard—I felt the motion beneath my lips, and her fingers dug lightly into my shoulders.
"Didn’t I make myself clear earlier?" she whispered. "I trust you with my body."
That was all it took for the world to tilt.
I kissed her throat, lingering there, letting my lips trail upward until I reached her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.
Her breath hitched every ti I tasted her skin, every ti I let my lips barely graze hers before pulling away again.
"You have no idea," I murmured, "what you do to ."
She tried to boldly pull down for a needy kiss, but I caught her wrists gently and pinned them above her head against the pillows—just enough to feel her gasp beneath .
Her eyes widened as her pupils blown black with desire.
"Draven..."
Her voice... moons, that soft, pleading, and wanting voice.
I kissed the inside of her wrist, then the other, letting my mouth linger on her pulse points.
Her skin ward beneath my lips, her breath coming quicker now.
I lowered my mouth along her arm, slow, deliberate, teasing, until her back arched again and her chest pressed into mine.
"Tell to stop," I whispered against her skin, knowing full well she wouldn’t.
Her answer ca imdiately, firm and breathless. "Don’t stop."
My restraint snapped like a frayed thread.
I released her wrists only to slide my hands down her sides, feeling every curve and every shiver.
Her blouse rolled up a little beneath my hands, revealing more of her soft warm and inviting skin that glowed in the dim light.
Her fingers found the back of my neck again, pulling to her, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was no longer hesitant or shy, but hungry, claiming, full of all the longing we had both been holding back for far too long.
The kiss deepened, my hand sliding along the small of her back as she arched into , her breath mingling with mine, her body warm and yielding under my touch.
She broke the kiss first, breathing hard. "...Draven..."
I rested my forehead against hers, trying to steady myself.
If I didn’t slow down even a little, I would lose every ounce of composure I had left.
"redith," I breathed. My voice was rough and strained, "if we continue now... I may not stop."
Her fingers brushed my jaw, gentle but certain.
"It’s not like I want you to," she said to . "If anything, I want you to take fast and hard."
My breath left in a low, quiet curse—the kind of sound pulled from a man pushed to the edge.
I kissed her again, slower this ti but deeper, my hand cupping her cheek as her body lted against mine, soft and warm and willing.
Then, I stopped briefly to pull her blouse over her head, revealing her enticing naked upper body to .
Unable to hold back at the beautiful creation before my very eyes, I pressed my lips to the exposed skin, tasting her—light, warm, sweet, and she inhaled sharply, her fingers tightening in my hair.
She whispered my na like it was sothing sacred.
I kissed her again, and again, and again, softer, harder, and deeper, letting the growing heat wrap around us like a storm we were both willing to surrender to.
Then I leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
"Tonight," I whispered, voice dark with promise, "I’m not letting you go."
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