Allene After we were done, I lay there quietly, still stunned, my body heavy against the sheets, my mind slower than my heartbeat. The way Draven had reacted, the way he had held me, claimed me, made love to me with that raw, possessive intensity lingered on my skin long after the heat faded. It should have scared me. It probably would have. But instead, it made something deep in my chest soften and ache at the same time. It felt wrong how good it made me feel. And yet, I couldn’t deny it. I shifted slightly, propping myself up on one elbow, tracing lazy circles on his bare chest with my finger, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath my touch. His muscles were still tense, like he hadn’t fully come down from the storm inside him. “Draven,” I murmured softly, my voice careful, testing the air between us. “Are you willing to listen to me now?” He didn’t answer immediately, but he nodded, slow and controlled. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark, the anger still there, quiet now, bu
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