Evaline:
As usual, the air in the underground passage was cool and smelled faintly of damp stone. My boots echoed softly against the steps as I descended, one hand skimming the wall to steady myself. I barely reached the last step when a sudden force pulled me sideways... too fast for me to react.
Before I could gasp, my back hit the cold wall, the shock of it knocking the air out of my lungs. And then came... his mouth.
Draven.
His lips crashed against mine with a hunger so fierce it stole the rest of my breath. The kiss wasn't gentle, wasn't careful - it was pure possession. My fingers instinctively gripped his shoulders, trembling under the intensity of him. I didn't push him away, but my mind spun wildly, trying to catch up.
What is he doing? Why-
He growled softly, low in his chest, the sound vibrating through my bones. It wasn't anger. It was something darker. Wilder. And it was aimed entirely at me.
