“Draven?” I whispered, pressing my body against his sweaty ones as I breathed heavily.
“Trouble maker,” he sighed, holding me tighter in his arms as he moved to stand up.
My eyes closed, lying on his chest as I felt him move out of the dungeon. Draven lay me on a soft bed, lying behind me still completely naked as his hard and painful length poked against my thighs.
“You're still hard,” I mumbled softly. My hands moved to touch his d**k as I stroked him softly even through my tired eyes.
He groaned, hissing. He held my hands tightly as moving it to my front while he wrapped his body around me.
“Sleep trouble maker, you’re still weak. When you wake up, I’ll take my turn,” he groaned as if in pain.
Those were the last words I heard as I closed my eyes into a deep slumber.
My eyes snap
