Bab 324: Do You Want To Touch Me?

Draven looked at her exposed mounds with the gaze of a predator. Her scent of fresh jasmines and the scent of her being in her fertile days altogether was making him go crazy. One thought was dominating his mind—that he could not wait to bury himself deep inside her and fill her up to the brim. 

His large palms groped her soft round mounds, and then his warm mouth swooped down to devour them. His coarse tongue played with those perky buds that were stiffly waiting for his attention. 

"Draven…ahhh…" 

In between gasps, she called out his name. Each time he suckled and nibbled, she would arch her back in response, her hands clutching on his strong shoulders as if to encourage her to be rougher. 

"Mhm?" he responded, but it was more the kind of response that showed one was enjoying a tasty treat.