Evaline:
Stars above, I regretted getting out of bed.
The moment my bare foot touched the first stair, a sharp ache pulsed between my thighs and shot up my spine. I groaned softly, gripping the railing as I tried to make my descent without looking like a wounded wolf.
Immediately, a pair of hands reached toward me, but before those guilty fingers could touch me, I turned my glare toward Draven.
He froze. His hand dropped back to his side as if burned.
"Eva…" His voice carried a guilty softness that almost... almost... made me forgive him. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
I arched a brow, my voice tight with both soreness and sarcasm. "Really? Because I recall telling you several times to stop last night, but you barely seemed to hear me."
He winced, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. "I know, I know." His emerald eyes darted away for a second before returning to mine. "But you were enjoying it... I just wanted to give you a great time."
