Escape:Target D916 Book 2 |✓|

Chapter 8

Walking into his room, the bathroom door opened, and he sucked in a big breath as Sabrina walked out of the room, bare, wet, and fully naked.

Even as his trigger had been off at the moment, it hadn't meant his entire emotions had been distant, only suppressed them.

His entire body had grown tense, his erection rose at his unfilled desire. In that small moment, he could remember everything as if it intensified. The coconut, olive aroma of her hair, her smooth and delicate skin that crawled with goosebumps when he was near when he brushed his fingers against her body. Contact.

Only left now were to feel and taste the flavor of her lips and mouth. To graze his tongue against hers hard. To slide inside her, stroke by stroke, gliding slowly before he pounded her breath away. She had become his physical necessity. He certainly couldn't get enough, hell that was an understatement. Enough wasn't the right word because he had been utterly starving for a taste. Then another until his tongue ravaged every inch of her body.

Then again, that wasn't enough. He would crave more, had she been a beauty on the out, she had to be just as precious on the inside.

He was banked ferocity and lust, need and want, though they appeared to be the same thing, or he just couldn't find the fine line between them both. Neither did he care to.

He bit his lip, drawing blood as he stared at her rosy nipples in need of his touch, warmth.

All he wanted to do; all he could now think about was throwing her on the bed. Stripping her would have been thrilling to do, but her naked and ready for him had been much better. His mind was driven with thoughts of licking between her legs, pleasing, destroying her in every way imaginable, even some that weren't. He would stare at her, studying her face with ecstasy as she came undone onto him.

Over and over and then he would fist her hair while she sucked every inch of him. Then again, he hadn't cared much for her lips wrapped around him, he wanted to make her moan, not the other way around.

She threw her hair back with a smile as the golden wet strands slapped her back. She hadn't noticed he stood there until now and damn did he want to pound
her mercilessly had she appeared utterly innocent as if she didn't purposefully provoke him with her sensuality.

Then again, maybe she hadn't and only felt comfortable around him as she had been before even while they slept though she wore layered with lingerie.

The mere thought that he slept peacefully, without caution she would harm him in his sleep had been truly relaxing and amazing. Their stomachs rose and fell together, her breathing heard. Not once did she whimper again, have another nightmare. He was grateful for that. Now he knew what it felt like for a woman to sleep on top of you. Not any woman, a special woman.

"Leaving?" She asked and his nose twitched, for a second he had been furious with her for interfering with his fantasy, but the reality was so much better.

He nodded, his gaze never landing on her face.
"So early" She sighed.

"Well, usually I am ahead of my enemies"

She giggled. "Draven my eyes are up here" She gestured to her face and he only knew because the side of his eyes caught her hand movement, but still his gaze never left her nipples as he said, "Well I don't give a damn"

He didn't. Her breasts had been so petite and yet so tempting all at once. Both would fill his hands as he wanted to cup them, squeeze them harshly. Then he would bite on them, circle her nipples with his tongue, and then would he suck on every inch. A promise of undying pleasure he would give her.

"That's definitely something you would have said" She giggled referring to his past self.
"Come here" He demanded, his voice deep with seduction and she smiled obeying.