Chapter 51

Draven’s POV

I felt my breath grow more labored with every passing second. Maeve’s eyes darkened with desire, and the sight of her arousal only made me harder. Her brilliant blue gaze traveled from my lustful stare down to my rock-steady shaft. A naughty smile curved her lips.

She wrapped her hand around me and began to stroke. I leaned my head back, moaning. “Fuck, Maeve, that feels incredible.”

My fingers dug into the sheets. Then her tongue appeared, tracing slow circles around my tip before she took me fully into her mouth. I could only groan as she bobbed her head up and down, her hand pumping my length in rhythm. The pleasure built deep in my lower belly—I knew she felt it too—so she quickened her pace, both mouth and hand working me mercilessly.

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