He was well aware of the dangers of playing with fire, having witnessed them firsthand from Fallan the night before. Perhaps the main reason he was so out of control was that he knew about healing magic. A pleasure and a brief pain that gave Davy the confidence to fight in a war.
Draven chuckled, desire welling up in his dark eyes. "I'll let you judge it yourself," he said with a quick glance at Lyle, then bowed his head and claimed Davy's enticing lips. As always, he was aggressive and completely devoured Davy's lips.
Davy opened his mouth, fighting and intertwining his tongue with Draven's. Wet lips landed on his shoulder and neck, softly nibbling them. The water added another layer of excitement to their burning passion as two pairs of hands traced his body. The sensation of water soaking their bodies sparked a new kind of excitement in his insides.
