Chapter 174: Wanting Him
Evaline:
There was no voice in my head warning me to stop. No whisper of guilt. No lingering hesitation.
There was just Draven, and the heat of his mouth on mine. There was the way his arms held me, possessive and trembling, like letting go would tear something inside him.
My body, my soul, and the mate bond that connected us were singing at his touch. Singing. Thriving.
Every inch of me was feeling more alive than it had... in forever.
And he must have felt the same, because he kissed me like I was the only thing tethering him to reality. Like he was drowning, and I was the only air he knew.
His hands were careful as they roamed over me, his each movement lighting fire under my skin. His mouth devoured mine again and again, and I gave myself up to him fully. My body melted against his, and my hand clutched his shoulder, desperate for more of this, more of him.
We kissed like we were starved. Like we had been dying of thirst and finally found water.
I barely even realized how long we had been at it... until I gasped, out loud, at the sudden sensation of his hand slipping beneath the hem of my blouse and brushing against the bare skin of my lower back.
And he froze.
His lips stopped moving and his body turned still. I heard his breath hitching.