When the two parted away, Draven found his mate all breathless and panting heavily while he himself was the same. She opened her hazy eyes to look at him, her gaze silently saying she didn't find it enough.
Draven could see through her and how she was expecting more from him. "If I do more, you will once again end up cursing your heart out."
Draven could still clearly hear her voice in his head when she angrily called him a monster. That brief memory of her adorable anger never missed to bring smiles to his lips.
"I won't curse as long as you won't overdo it," she remarked.
"I cannot not overdo it," he whispered hoarsely. "You think too highly of me. I am unable to control myself when it comes to you. I will always want more of you and I can never stop until I am fully satisfied."
"I don't mind you wanting me but…"
"But?""
