Drakar feels the moment Daela's conflict crumbles, and a slow smirk spreads across his lips as he claims another kiss, this one lingering, deep enough to leave her breathless. Then, with a subtle nudge, he coaxes her down to her knees before him.
'How did we even get to this point? Weren't we supposed to be heading to the kitchen for food?'
Daela blinks, her thoughts tumbling in panic and arousal. Wait—how did they get here? Wasn't she supposed to be fetching food?
Her gaze lowers and her throat dries instantly. His cock is right there, thick and hard, already flushed dark at the tip. She swallows loudly, heat spiraling low in her belly.
Drakar sees the flicker in her eyes, the hesitation, but also the hunger.
His grin is filled with mischief, his body burning hot to release every anxiety today had brought. "Who says you can't feast before you eat?"
He fists her hair, tilting her head so she stares directly at his erection. "Open." He commands.
