Sarah was shaking by the time Draven's lips disjoined from hers, but his breath was still close to hers, caressing her skin, tingling and reaching her knees.
He was trying to catch his breath, surprised as well. "I am sorry," he murmured but did not move back.
Sarah's chest was heaving up and down, dark lashes fluttered, gaze fixed on him. "Please go," she whispered, but she barely had the strength to push him away.
"I will," one of his long gloved hands began to caress her cheek. "I did not mean to kiss you, it just happened."
"And it will never happen again," Sarah said, clenching her jaw. "Leave," her body had begun to tremble with his hands on her.
"I can't," he sighed. "I have watched you most nights, laying beautiful on your bed," he confessed.
"You have been here?" she said, wide-eyed.
