Maybe if Draven had some fun, he would get over it.
Who knows? He may probably feel that way because he has not done anything in a while. He was likely in that sort of situation, and that was why he was desiring all that kind of intimacy. He was not a stone or an empty vessel after all.
A soft breath fled from Draven, and he walked over to the bed. He sat down, crossing his legs and folding his arms to stare at the lady.
The lady smiled at him. She took her coat off, letting it fall to the floor. Now, she was clad in nothing but the short dress that showed off her perfect thighs and a good amount of her cleavage.
Draven cocked an eyebrow and watched her approach him. He released his crossed legs, allowing her to sit on his lap.
Slowly, in a seductive manner, the lady began to unbutton his shirt while biting her lower lips. One needn't be told to figure out that she found Draven to be her ideal type, which leaves her quite excited.
