Draven’s POVShe didn’t pull away. She melted into me.Her hands came up and fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer like she was afraid I might disappear. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting of salt from the tears that still clung to her skin. I kissed her like she was the only thing keeping my heart beating. Because in that moment, she was.I deepened the kiss slowly, carefully, letting her feel every second of it. My hands slid from her face into her hair. The strands were soft and tangled from the wind, and I threaded my fingers through them, cradling the back of her head as if she were something precious. She made a small, broken sound against my mouth—half sigh, half need—and it went straight through me, hot and electric, settling low in my chest.I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were still wet, lashes dark and shining, but there was something else there now. Something that made my pulse stutter.“Ciara,” I breathed, the name rough on my tongue. “I need you to
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