I couldn't think of anything else. I was sealed by whatever hex he'd doused me with, or maybe it was just my body betraying me at this key moment. This treacherous body of mine, there was nothing I could do except fall into a deeper daydream.
Drevon brushed his nose against mine tenderly and tilted his head, his lips grazing the corner of my lips. He wasn't kissing me, nor had his hand placed on my womanhood moved. He just wavered, observing, and I just eyed him, a quiet plea in my eyes.
He hasn't made any move yet; it seemed as if the damage was already done. Tingles kissed my skin, coming mostly from the heat of my core, where his fingers dwelled.
"How do you expect me to sleep, without you in my arms?" he muttered, like it was a great offense, or even treason to think of it.
I opened my mouth, but no words could form.
Drevon smiled against my lips. His fingers moved, rubbing against the heat, and I felt my body spring alive in more ways than one.
