Draven's Point Of View
"I want you inside me."
Her words struck me like a gunshot… hot, sharp, and final. The air between us didn't just crackle; it detonated. A live wire of need and possession sparked between our bodies, charging the space with an almost unbearable tension.
My eyes widened, my gaze locking onto hers like a predator zeroing in on its prey. The room, the city, the entire fucking world could have crumbled around us, and I wouldn't have noticed.
All I saw was her… lips parted, chest heaving, her dark eyes burning with a hunger that matched my own. She looked vulnerable and powerful all at once, a contradiction that made my pulse race.
I'd never seen anyone so completely unguarded, yet so utterly in control of what she wanted.
My voice emerged as a low, dangerous growl. "Is that what you want, princess?" I let my fingers sink into the soft flesh of her thighs hard enough to leave marks.
