THE moment their lips touched, Vaelora froze.
She didn't even have the time to process Draekon's action, because he was the least bit gentle. Like a lion that had waited so long for its prey, he ate her up.
Roughly. Greedily. Like he was punishing her.
His large palm rounded her neck again, making her release a low gasp.
That gave him more room to plunder the crevices of her mouth as he stuck his tongue in. He tasted like grapes, probably from the wine he drank during dinner.
"Hmmm!" she released a muffled sound of rejection, trying to push him away, but he kept her grounded, plundering her like a wolf on the hunt.
After a few more seconds of feeling the heat of her mouth, he eventually pulled away, looking dazed.
"Now, you remember your place," he whispered against her lips, bef
