Draven POV

“Faster Draven” she ordered again, breathlessly, and I slowed down instead, earning me a green eyed glare.

“What a task master you are,” I murmured as my tongue traced lazy circles around her nipples. “You’ll get really sore if I go any faster than this.”

“I don’t care.” She snapped, “I can handle it.”

“I can’t.” I captured her lips with mine, muttering against them, “I love how you taste.”

She responded by clenching tightly around me, her ...