Madeline's eyes flew open, she was panting so hard, her gaze fixed above. "Why... why did you stop?"
"Trust me," he kissed his way upward, stopped when he reached her face to gaze at her. "We are only just starting."
Madeline stared at him, his eyes were narrowed and darker than before. What does he mean by that? "Arh!" Madeline moaned when he parted her legs wide, and the wind caressed the middle of her thigh where he had just worked his wonders. "Draven," she whispered his name slowly, was this the moment?
"This is going to be painful but only for a short while," his voice carried an uncertainty that surprised him. He wasn't sure about this; this was a bad idea seeing how she was affecting him. It would be worse to mate with her, but he must; he would have to do this. "Ready?"
Madeline nodded. She had read in books that the first time can be painful, but afterward, it becomes sweet and addictive, making it hard to stop, especially with a lover.
