Ember's legs suddenly lost their strength to stand, and she had no choice but to lay her upper body against the desk, her hands firmly holding onto the corners just so she wouldn't accidentally crease the precious map in front of her.
Draven gave her several breaths' worth of time to adjust to his invasion before he pulled out and thrust again.
"Ugh..."
Not a single word of protest left her mouth this time as this second thrust hit a sweet spot, overwhelming her senses, making her forget the reason why she was here in the study in the first place.
What learning how to read a map, what finding clues about her identity—all these vanished in the heat of the moment.
All she could feel and think was what he was doing with her. The rational part of her mind tried to protest, but her body was being honest. Way too honest, in fact.
