"Drevon..." I began, my throat scratchy from all the screams.
"Don't speak," he said, pressing a kiss on my lips. "Sleep."
My eyelids grew heavy, but my throat was dry. "I'm thirsty."
Drevon grunted as he picked me up, with us still joined, my legs wrapped tightly around his muscular waist.
"You can let me get it myself, you know," I muttered, exhausted.
"Not a chance," he replied, walking us to the table and placing me on top.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. I was getting stimulated again.
"I won't disappear," I said as Drevon poured water into the crystal goblet.
"I know." He positioned the goblet at my lips, and I took a drink, finally relieved.
He set the goblet back and poured again.
"Drevon..." I began, sensing his sudden shift of mood. He may not be angry anymore, but I could feel something weighing on him.
I don't know how I did, but I knew what.
