With his hand grazing my inner thigh, I froze, every nerve in my body alight, trembling beneath the weight of his touch. His palm was warm, deliberate, sliding slowly upward as though he had all the time in the world to claim me.
A sharp breath escaped me, my lips parting as my knees threatened to give way.
“Draven—” I whispered, but his name came out broken, caught between a plea and a warning.
His eyes darkened, burning down into mine like he could devour every thought I tried to hide. “Say my name again.”
The command in his tone sent a shiver racing down my spine. My chest rose and fell too fast, my pulse hammering in my throat.
“Draven…” softer this time, but heavy with the ache building inside me.
His lips hovered dangerously close, not quite touching, but his breath ghosted ove
