Daela inhales sharply when Drakar plants a soft kiss on her temple.
"Mate." His nose buries into her hair as he inhales deeply. "Don't apologize for wanting me." His voice thickens with emotions.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this? You reach for me like this. Do you know how insane it drives me to know how much you need me?"
Daela doesn't get another warning. Drakar's lips slam onto hers, and it isn't gentle. It is claiming, devouring, starved. He takes her mouth like a beast, tongue forcing hers apart, drinking every gasp she makes.
She tries to pull back with a breathless protest, but he presses his forehead to hers, his eyes were a burning pit of ember.
"I want your tears, your confusion, your clinginess. All of it. I want you, completely. So don't pull away from me again."
"I…I won't," she manages out, strangled.
"Good, because I'm not letting you go."
She moans softly when he kisses her again, but even this closeness isn't enough. Drakar needs more.
