Draven.
Meredith's heat was intoxicating, her scent filling every corner of me, threatening to break what control I had left.
I kissed her deeper, letting my mouth move to her jaw, her throat. She gasped and tilted her head to give me more.
My lips lingered over the spot where my teeth would soon sink, my breath hot against her skin.
"This is where it will be," I whispered against her pulse, feeling it race beneath my lips. "Right here. And I will make sure you feel pleasure before you feel the bite."
She shivered, her fingers tangling in my hair, and pulling me closer instead of away.
I smiled against her neck, then kissed lower, tasting her skin, leaving a trail that made her tremble in my arms.
Her breaths grew shallow, her body pressing closer to mine, and I knew she was ready. Not just for me, but for us.
When I pulled back enough to see her face, her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted. The sight nearly undid me.
