Draven's Point Of View
The wet heat of her mouth drove me to the edge of sanity. Every flick of her tongue sent electricity coursing through my veins. Every hollow of her cheeks threatened the composure I'd worked so hard to maintain.
Every desperate little sound she made as she took me deeper chipped away at my restraint, it was all I could do not to lose control right then and there. My fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, setting the rhythm that would undo us both. My hips lifted just enough to meet her lips, and I felt something shift inside me, something beyond mere physical pleasure.
She was good. Too good. The kind of good that made a man question every damn thing he thought he knew about her. The kind of good that made me wonder what else she'd been hiding beneath that carefully constructed facade. Had I been blind to this side of her all along?
