Elowen’s heart slammed against her ribs as Draven’s words hung in the charged air between them. *Elowen.* He had spoken her name like a weapon he’d been holding since the moment their eyes met at the bar.
She tried to pull away, but his arm tightened around her waist like iron, keeping her pressed flush against his naked body. His c**k, still semi-hard and slick with their combined releases, rested heavy against her thigh. The scent of s*x clung to their skin—musky, intimate, damning.
“How do you know my name?” she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming his name earlier. Her green eyes searched his storm-grey ones, fear and lingering arousal warring inside her.
Draven’s lips curved into that dangerous half-smile. He rolled them so she was pinned beneath him again, his powerful frame cag
