“You never tire, do you?” I whispered, still drowsy with sleep.
“Never,” Draven muttered, his lips leaving marks on my neck.
And just as he was about to push himself to settle fully inside me, I felt him freeze—going cold like, as the feeling of dread passed through our bond.
“What's wrong…”
I could barely complete my sentence before the door of the bedroom was pushed open with a loud banging as a small figure rushed in, moving directly for Draven.
“Daddy!” Her childish voice screamed as she moved to jump on him.
Draven cursed, immediately pulling out of me. He
wrapped my body with the blanket quickly grabbing about one for himself just as he caught her tiny form in her arms.
“Princess,” he said, his voice holding so much affection, as he wrapped his arms around her small frame
