Draven gradually began to lean in, as though wanting to kiss her. Indeed, that was his intention, however, before he could, he fell unconscious on top of Avelina, burying his face in her neck. His lips were only able to gently graze against hers enough for her to feel it within her soul. No matter how little the touch was, it shook something in her.
Avelina wanted more than just that. She needed more than just a gentle graze.
She stared at the ceiling, listening to her racing, thumping heart that was pounding in her ears.
She lifted her hand, touching her lips. At the moment, she did not care that this man's whole weight was on her. She could only feel the aftermath of his lips against hers.
How would it feel if he actually kissed her? Not just any kiss, but passionately like she wanted. The sort of kiss that would leave her begging and seeking a second of breath. The type that would have her panting heavily, falling into his arms in exhaustion!
