Draven:
The moment my lips touched hers, I knew I was in trouble. Not because she didn't kiss me back, but because she did.
Completely.
Wholly.
Like her body had been waiting for this even longer than mine had.
She tasted like honey and something else, something addictive and maddening, and I wanted more.
I deepened the kiss almost instantly with no hesitation. My hand stayed curled around her waist, anchoring her to me, while the other rose to the back of her neck, sliding through damp strands of her hair.
Her fingers were clenching the edge of the dresser behind her like she needed something to hold on to. Like she was trying not to fall.
But I felt it.
I felt the way her body pressed into mine, the way her breath hitched against my lips, and the way her chest rose and fell in sync with mine.
And just like that, the kiss turned feverish.
