Ember didn't respond. Though she was trying to resist his 'true scent', she was barely hanging on. Before he could say it was fine to no longer resist now, she was already drowned in what her body was demanding and could not wait for him to do something with her.
'More…I want more…'
That simple touch of his hand over her cheek was enough to ignite her delicate skin. It burned for him to touch her more… to hold her more…for more…
Peering close into her eyes, Draven moved to brush his lips over hers. He then gently captured her already parted lips that let out a tiny surprised gasp that turned to a moan of appreciation. His bare hand moved to the back of her neck from her cheek, pulling her head close to be able to kiss her better while his other hand pressed her against his body.
