Draven didn't keep his little mate waiting. He leaned his face closer to hers, and his one glove-covered hand tipped her face upwards until their eyes met. Without warning, his free hand moved to the small of her back, and her lean body was pressed against his tall and stronger one, effectively getting rid of the little space between them.
His thin and warm lips brushed over hers, making her gasp. She could no longer wait and sloppily planted her lips on his. Draven smirked at her weak attempt at kissing him where she knew what she wanted, but didn't know how to go about it.
He pulled back a little to look into those enchanting emerald green eyes of hers, and whispered against her lips, "Impatient… aren't we?"
Her face betrayed her confusion, but she gave him a displeased look and looked at him with accusing eyes as if he had taken away her favourite toy. In her lust-filled haze, she stared at his lips and licked her own in anticipation.
