Chapter 98

Maeve’s POV

In a swift motion, I found myself on the bed as Draven hovered above me, lowering his lips in a searing kiss. His mouth moved slowly at first—deliberate, achingly passionate—each kiss conveying a depth of feeling as if he were speaking to my soul without words. It always felt like this with us, as though every moment together were our very first.

His lips trailed from mine to the sensitive skin of my neck, then to the delicate expanse of my shoulder blade, each touch sending sparks racing through me. Goosebumps rose across my skin—not from the chamber’s chill, but from the warmth of his mouth. Settling himself firmly atop me, he lavished my neck with tender assaults, grazing the crook where my marking spot lay. After that teasing pause, he returned to my lips.

I shut my eyes, clutching at Draven’s jacket, desperate for more. I was drowning in pleasure—and he was barely touching me. Gently, he lifted me into his arms; his fingers worked at the fro