He really is. Even my mom thinks so. Like I said, it’s been a busy three months. Part of that was introducing Draven to my family and letting them know I’m in love.
Everything is perfect with him, and the sex just keeps getting better and better.
Case in point, Draven leans closer, capturing my lips with his mouth, tangling his tongue with mine. I grind myself against his lap, feeling his hardness growing. Before I can even finish my moan, he has me flipped onto my back. He pulls my jeans down my legs, discarding them over his shoulder.
“After this, we’ll order another pizza.” He tugs off his Dracula t-shirt. “Right now, I need to own you.”
“You already do.”
And he does own every part of me, forever and ever. As long as we both shall live. What started as an illogical love affair is the most logical thing in my life.