Page 42 of Dravin

There’s not a bit of me that’s not buzzing. The violence of it is in my bloodstream, overheating me, creating manic energy, a thunderstorm brewing in my body and in my head. And my cock? There’s no stopping it this time. The fucker is as hard as a steel pipe and just as obvious.

Still kissing me, Kael draws her finger over the outline of my erection. My whole body jerks, but in the wrong direction.Towards her, not away. Her hand closes over my cock, the heel pressing in hard, trapping it against my leg. She never looks down once. She keeps kissing me. I can’t tear myself away from her. Not from her mouth, not from her touch. I can’t escape. I don’twantto escape. I want to cup her face and claim her mouth. Bury my tongue inside of her the same way I want to bury my cock inside her snug pussy and fuck her until she shatters all over it. I want to unleash myself on her, knowing that physically, she’s strong enough to take all of it and more.

I might not be able to pull away, but I can’t let that happen. I stand here, letting her touch me Letting her stroke my dick through my pants while her tongue strokes mine in the same rhythm.

“Kael,” I groan. Meaningwe can’t,but it comes out all wrong.

I know I need to put a stop to this when she breaks the kiss and glides down my body, her palm scraping over the buttons of my shirt, down to my zipper.

I try to cover her hand with my own, but I’m uncharacteristically clumsy. Instead of knocking her hand away, I graze hers. It doesn’t stop her from doing anything, certainly not tugging down my zipper and thrusting her hand inside.

Her bare skin against mine, hot and eager, is the rawest, truest thing I have ever felt. I jack forward, folding nearly in half as she wraps her hand against the base of my cock and pulls me out. I’m so swollen that we both make the same noise of surprise at how painful it looks. If I stop lying to myself about all of this, I could admit that it feels every bit as bad. I want to be in her. In her hand, her mouth,more.

She slicks her hand down to the base of me and nuzzles her face forward. She tucks her cheek against my pants and inhales, her hand cupping me tighter like she’s blissed out by the scent.

It’s so animal that it breaks down something inside of me, and when she drags her hand down m length and squeezes at my tip, I leak shamelessly all over her hand.

“Kael…” I try one more time. I can’t call this wrong out loud. I know how much she’d hate that. “This is… complicated.”

“Undoubtedly.” She has the nerve go flash me a grin when she looks up. “This whole situation is. But I don’t think this has to be.”

“Yes, it does. It is. It’s always going to be.”

She tsks, shaking her head. “Are you saying what you think you should be saying, or what you truly feel?”

My answer is there in my hesitation. She nods. “I actually meant to just paint you, but then you walked in here looking hotter than Hades himself, darker and far more delicious. If I’m going to truly bring you to life, I need to make you come alive.”

“This was a trap.”

“I swear, it wasn’t.” She gives me her most innocent expression.

I groan. “Stop looking at me like that. I believe that you didn’t realize you were going to thirst trap yourself beyond your own resolve.”

“What resolve?” She giggles. “I had no such resolve or reservations. I can admit that my head is a mess, my life is worse, everything is complicated to the point of fucked, and Istill want you. From what everyone says—all the great poets and masters of language right on down, from the dawn of fucking time, desire doesn’t follow logic.”

“That’s the problem.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” She inhales me again, slicking her palm down my length, leaving the tip of me red and engorged. “Dravin. Just relax. We’ve already talked this out.”

Fucking did we?

Where the hell was I during that conversation? If she’s talking about the other night, I’m not sure how she got to that conclusion.

“You’re beautiful. Your desire is beautiful. You’re living art and you have every right to be. Stop worrying about what you should do. Denial only makes for greater desire. Just let it go.”

“It’s really hard not to do as you say when you have my cock in your hand. Literally.”

“That’s sweet.” She blinks at me, a devious grin spreading across her face. She’s so fucking pretty when she smiles. She’s pretty always, but I haven’t had a chance to see her truly happy very many times since I first met her. “Here most people would use the wordheart.”

That’s the real problem. If I spend any more time with her—and it’s inevitable that I’m going to have to—she’s going to get that part of me too. The only way to keep it from happening would be if I was heartless. I’ve been many things, but never that.

“It’s too…” I want to say fast, but I can’t. Not when I’ve spent a year hovering all over the periphery of her life. Tellingher that it’s too soon for her seems like something only a massively presumptuous asshole would do.

“Dravin…” She implores, bringing her face dangerously close to the tip of my cock. I watch her tongue sneak out to wet her lips.

“This is unfair manipulation.”

“This moment is, yes. I can agree with that.”

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