~ DRAVEN ~

I force my gaze back up and capture her mouth with mine again, pouring everything I feel into the kiss. When I finally tear away, I trail my lips down the elegant line of her throat, over her collarbones, and down the delicate curve of her sternum. Her scent fills me—earth, lavender, wild dandelion, and the sweet, aching promise of lust.

I taste her skin in slow, savoring passes, skipping her breasts for now as my hands steady her hips so that my mouth can map the path ...