Draven tried to slow the pace, but simply could not as the anger inside him didn't allow him to. He wanted to dominate her, to brand her as his, to make sure this kiss would erase all traces and possibility of her remembering any other lips than his.
His one arm circled around her delicate waist, his hand on the small of her back to press her against him, and his other hand gripped her hair at the back of her head, causing her to whimper in pain, but that sound was buried in that rough and urgent kiss.
His warm mouth devoured hers, making her unable to breathe. Her delicate lips were being sucked and nibbled ferociously, causing her to lose her mind. Her hands inevitably gripped on his shirt tightly, unable to pull or push, causing wrinkles to form on it.
The lack of air made her feel weak, and she was mostly standing with the support of his grip around her waist.
