"Draven, what are you...", Madeline's voice trailed as the tantalizing excitement began building inside her from Draven's touch on her neck.
"I want to show my wife what happens when we both share the same room," his voice caressed the hairs on her neck, causing it to prickle but with a delightful shiver. "Wife," Draven whispered.
Madeline leaned her head back, resting it against him.
"Tonight, can I have you tonight?", he spoke softly. Whatever control he was dealing with must have stayed in check. It won't be so bad now that he was here and away from the harsh sun, at least.
Madeline's eyes widened. How can he say that so bluntly? "Draven," she tried to turn to him, attempted to look at his face, but he held her, his head snuggling on her neck, his voice still caressing her skin.
"You drive me crazy, you know." He kissed that sensitive spot on her neck. "And I cannot wait to make you mine."
