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“Shut up,” I whispered. “Just shut up.” And then my mouth was on his.
I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to risk it. He was saying too much. And in the end, when this all fell apart, like we both knew it would, it would be so much harder.
Better to keep pretending. Playing the game.
None of this was real.
It worked because of who we were, yes.
But it also worked because I knew it was just a lie.
I moved my lips from his, licking my way along his jaw, kissing a path to the cleft in the center of his chin. I rubbed my cheek against the roughness of his stubble. Enjoying the slightly painful burn of it against my soft skin. He was all hard edges and flat planes. Strong and savage, the toughness I needed.
His lips found mine again, kissing me greedily as his hands cupped my breasts in a gesture of total possession. I gasped as he lifted my arms over his shoulders, then grabbed my hips and lifted me up onto the workshop table, pushing all the small tools Laverna had there to the floor in one sweep of his hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked weakly. “We shouldn't. Laverna...”
The door bell tinkled as if in response and then I heard the heavy oak shop door slam shut.
“I think Laverna's gone out,” Draven muttered between kissing his way down my neck to the opening of my tunic. “Very wise of her.” His hands were already fumbling with the fastenings of my trousers.
I moaned as his hand slipped inside, fingers dipping into my wetness with an expert touch. Draven growled low in the back of his throat as he kissed my breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt then bit down gently on one nipple, moistening the material with his lips and sucking hard.
His fingers played along my cleft, rubbing small circles along my clit with his thumb that made me mad with desire as heat began to spread over every inch of my skin.
One finger slid inside me, thrusting very slowly. I spread my thighs apart a little more, reckless and wanton and no longer caring about being seen or heard.
“More. Please,” I managed, as his thumb slipped over my clit and circled it gently.
A second finger slid inside me and I ground against him, letting out a moan so loud I wondered if the people in the neighboring shops would hear.
“That's it,” Draven said, his lips brushing against my cheek. “Let it go. Let yourself go.”
He plunged his fingers inside me and I cried out, opening to him, desperate for more.
“That's it,” he murmured. “Come for me, Morgan. There’s a good girl.”
And as his thumb circled my clit again and his fingers thrust into me hard, harder, deeper, more deeply, I did. I came. I came for him. I camehard, shattering against his hand, my fingers gripping his shoulder so tightly I thought I would leave bruises.
“Lift,” Draven commanded as his eyes blazed down on me. I scooted upwards without a second thought, letting him shimmy my pants down my hips and over my thighs, then onto the floor.
He pulled my tunic over my head, and suddenly I was naked before him, my ass cold on Laverna’s workshop table, my thighs spread wide, dripping and wet.
But Draven’s eyes were higher up. He gazed at my chest, just above my breasts.
Self-consciously, I put a hand to my chest, to the scars, to the place where the name “Florian” could still be faintly seen. The marks had faded, but I wasn't sure they would ever disappear entirely.
“That fucking bastard.” Draven stared at where my hand rested. He lifted his eyes to mine. “If you hadn’t killed him, I would have. You did the right thing, you know. Killing the motherfucker.”
I nodded. But satisfying as they were, those weren't the words I wanted him to say right now. The ones I needed to hear.
He looked me up and down slowly and I saw the anger leave his eyes. He shook his head. “You're beautiful, Morgan. Nothing that bastard did could ever change that. You’re exquisite. Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me? I want you. Very fucking badly.”
“I want you, too,” I whispered. “You’re beautiful.” I reached out a hand and stroked his cheek. “I’ve never wanted anyone this much. So badly.”
That was the closest to the truth I was going to give him. I bit my lip, forcing the flow of words to a halt.
Within seconds, he had freed himself from his own trousers. His cock was long and hard, the head bulging red.
