Draven.
The bond thrummed louder, flooding me with Meredith's emotions: her desire, her love, and her need.
And she felt mine too, because she whispered against my lips, trembling, "I can feel you, Draven. All of you, inside me."
I kissed her harder, my hand tracing down her side, memorizing every curve as if she would vanish if I didn't.
She arched into me, her body answering every touch with equal fervour.
Passion spilt over, fierce and unrelenting, until there was no more hesitation, no more restraint. Only us—tangled, burning, surrendering completely to the night.
When I finally pulled back enough to see her face, she was breathless, her lips swollen, and her eyes were shimmering.
Then she smiled faintly, whispering, "I love you."
I pressed my forehead to hers, the bond pulsing warm and steady between us. "I love you forever," I swore back, before claiming her lips again.
