Draven's pov

The elevator ride was a blur as we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

Our mouths moved together hungrily, our tongues meeting again and again as if neither of us wanted to stop.

My hands slid over her waist, her back, anywhere I could reach. Her warmth pulled me in, made my head feel light, made everything else disappear.

Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her easily, and her back hit the wall of the elevator with a soft thud. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me ...