Draven Dachao

“Please go, Draven.” I tried to sound stern. Staring up at him dominating my hut with his oversized presence.

He crossed the room in two long steps and knocked the chair aside with one swing of his hand. Leaving me vulnerable and trapped in the corner between the wall and the table.

My eyes skid sideways as I debated trying to slide down the wall past him. He’s too close.

He’s going to have me here. Just like he just said he would. I was starting to sweat in my panic.

He sniffed. “You smell good. Sweet like the first morning of spring.”

He slammed his hands to the wall on each side of me which made me jump.

My eyes immediately falling to the floor next to me as I struggled to ignore his presence.

Far too close!

His earthen scent filling my nostrils and making something low in my belly tighten. Heat and power rolled off him in waves that made me want to shrink into the wall.

He growled and molded his body against me. Planting his knee between mine and against the wall so he was flush a