Draven lowered his head, his heavy chest pressing down against mine, his hot breath lingering right at the juncture of my neck as he waited for me to yield.
No, the voice inside my head screamed, sudden and clear. Not like this. Not while he is lost to this dark aura, acting out of violent possessiveness rather than true union. I wasn't going to surrender my virginity to a man who was using raw dominance to drown out his own unraveling humanity.
I planted both of my palms firmly against his broad, muscular chest. I didn't have the physical strength to throw him off, but I pushed back with enough firm, deliberate force to make him pause.
"Stop, Draven," I gasped out, my voice laced with genuine exhaustion. "Not tonight. I... I am completely exhausted."
