|Casmira's POV|
Draven's lips fall on mine in a slow and punishing rhythm as I moan into his mouth while his free hand travels through my body like he is trying to map out the territories that he needs to conquer.
There is authority and control in the way that he kisses me, not allowing me a chance to even think about anything but what he is doing to me right now.
And I am thankful. Oh lords am I thankful to this man as I kiss him back with all the fervour that I can muster, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke, biting his lips in return as I ensure to show him that I want this as much as he does.
Only when he is certain that my lips are red and swollen for him, he pauses for a brief moment and my heart races in my chest as he presses a kiss along the corner of my mouth and whisper
