Chapter Twenty

A low moan escapes my lips as he presses into me, his jutting erection butting against my inner thighs. His arms wrap tighter around my waist and he pulls me in closer, merging our bodies till I'm not sure where his stops and mine begins His velvety tongue slides into my mouth and I latch onto it greedily, desperate to get an even better taste of him. No man has had the kind of effect Draaven Ventura seems to have on me and I don't know how to feel about that.

He pulls away, bringing down his head to drop the most gentle, feather light kisses along my body. I throw my head back as his lips make contact with my cheek first, then my jawline and down my neck. He darts his tongue across the sensitive skin and I feel myself shiver in response. The wetness pools in between my legs and in this moment, I just need him, consequences and all. I don't want to think about anything.

He brushes his lips lightly against my shoulder and pulls on the sleeve of my robe gently, sliding it down. He part