Allene The next morning, my body ached in the best way, muscles sore from the night before. Draven's arm was heavy across my waist, his breath steady against my neck. I smiled, remembering how we'd gone at it like animals, no holding back. His confession still echoed in my head—"I love you." It made my heart flutter, even as my pussy throbbed from all the rough fucking. I shifted, turning to face him. His eyes were already open, dark and intense, watching me. "Morning," he murmured, voice gravelly from sleep. "Morning." I leaned in, our lips brushing soft at first. But Draven didn't do soft for long. His hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me deeper. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me all over again. I moaned into the kiss, my nipples hardening against his chest. Heat pooled between my legs, my body waking up fast. He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my jaw, nipping at my earlobe. "You look so fucking good like this," he said, hand sliding down
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