"Madeline..." Draven murmured, pressing his lips deeper into hers as if kissing her alone wasn't enough.
Madeline arched her back, letting out little gasps as he took her mouth fully, demanding, holding her waist closer until it pressed against his abdomen.
"This is not enough... you are sweet... oh Madeline," Draven sighed. His erection was bulging against his trousers, and, heaven knows, the devil in him was ready to take her right now. 'Easy there,' he scolded himself, "
'Easy. You can take her whenever you want, just not now.'
Madeline brought her hand towards his hair, winding it through as he continued his deep kiss, following the movement of his lips. It was now easy for her to kiss just like him, although not as perfect as his, but enough to feel the softness and warmth of his lips.
