Meredith.
Before I could answer, Draven drew me back into him.
He placed one hand at my waist, the other sliding up my spine, guiding every breath, every heartbeat, every small surrender.
The space between us disappeared completely. His warmth, his scent, the faint trace of duel still clinging to him. It all drowned my senses.
The kiss deepened again, fierce and consuming, the kind that left no room for air or thought, only the rush of wanting.
My hands found his shirt, gripping it like a lifeline. He caught one of my hands, pressed it flat against his chest. His heart was racing just as wildly as mine.
When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then he whispered, voice dark and quiet, "Tell me to stop."
I didn't. Why would I do that when I suddenly didn't want to see any of this end?
Instead, I lifted my chin and met his mouth again, answering him without words.
