Draven.
My gaze dropped, helpless, drinking her in.
The soft swell of her chest rising and falling in quick, ragged breaths. Her breasts stood high and full, untouched by the grime streaking her skin from the shift, glowing in the fractured moonlight like they’d never known a man’s hands before.
Dirt clung to her thighs, her hips, but it only made her look wilder, more real. More mine.
I had her pinned against the rough bark of the ancient oak, my palms braced on either side of her head, caging her without touching—yet.
The forest air was thick with pine and her scent, that sweet, intoxicating heat that clawed at my restraint.
She broke the kiss first, turning her face away, cheeks flushed dark. “I… I need to dress now,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I’m sorry you saw me like t
