Bab 212: His childhood memories

"Make Love to me tonight, Draven." She whispered against his lips.

Draven, who had been controlling his desires ever since this afternoon when he saw her in this orange dress he bought for her, didn't protest. "I will make love to you, my dear."

Rhea closed her eyes, leaning against him in complete surrender. He bent his head, brushing his mouth against her temple, his hand slowly sliding upward to caress the fullness of her breast. His mouth trailed a hot path down her cheek to her ear, his tongue exploring each fold as his hand slipped inside her dress, cupping her breast, his thumb rubbing over her hardening nipple.