“Emergency maintenance,” Draven replied, his voice low and husky in the dim light. “Could take a while to fix.”
The emergency light cast shadows across his face, making his cheekbones more pronounced, his eyes darker and more intense. He looked dangerous, powerful.
“Carrie,” he breathed my name like a prayer. “I can’t do this anymore.”
I backed against the elevator wall as he moved toward me, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. In the shadowy light, his violet eyes seemed to glow, fixed on me with such intensity that my knees weakened.
“Do you know what it’s doing to me?” he whispered, now close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my skin. “Seeing you every day, not being able to touch you, to hold you, to taste you…”
“Draven,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “We can’t-“
“I don’t care anymore,” he growled,”One month without you is torture. I’m going insane.”
He placed his hands on either side of me, caging me against the wall without touching me. The minimal space between us crackled with electricity. I could see the pulse throbbing in his neck, smell the intoxicating scent of his skin, feel the heat radiating from his body.
“Tell me to stop,” he challenged, his eyes burning into mine. “Tell me you don’t want this just as badly as I do.”
I couldn’t lie-not to him, not to myself. Not when my body was already trembling with need, not when my core was already aching for him.
“I can’t,” I admitted. “I need you, Draven. I’ve always needed you.”
With a growl, he closed the distance between us. His mouth crashed against mine with desperate hunger, a month of restraint shattering in an instant. I moaned against his lips as his hands finally touched me, gripping my waist and pulling me against him so hard I felt every inch of his powerful body.
“Mine,” he said against my mouth. “No matter what happens, you’re mine, Caroline.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer still. His tongue explored my mouth with possessive strokes that left me gasping. Every touch was fire, every breath shared between us charged with desperation. His hands moved down to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
“I dream about you every night,” he confessed between scorching kisses. “I wake up reaching for you, aching for you.”
Draven pressed me harder against the elevator wall,I could feel him hard against me, his arousal straining against his pants. He rolled his hips, creating friction that made me moan his name.
“That dress,” he growled, his eyes raking over the same navy blue sheath I’d worn the day we met. “I’ve wanted to tear it off you since the moment I saw you in it.”
He spun me around, his movements urgent. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he unzipped my dress, trailing kisses down my back. My body shuddered under his touch. The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my cream lace lingerie.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, turning me to face him again.
His violet eyes darkened as they took in my body, his gaze like a physical caress.Draven pulled me back against him, his mouth finding mine in another bruising kiss as his hands explored my body.
His fingers trailed fire across my skin, from my neck down to my breasts. He unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. In the glow, I watched his face as he gazed at my naked breasts with need. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth while his thumb circled the other, drawing a cry from my lips.
“Draven, please,” I begged.
His mouth was moving from one breast to the other, sucking and licking and grazing with his teeth until my legs trembled. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my panties to find me already wet and ready for him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “So wet for me already.”
His fingers circled my sensitive bud, drawing strangled gasps. My hips bucked against his hand, seeking more pressure. When he slipped two fingers inside me, curving them to hit that spot, I cried out, my head falling back against the elevator wall.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips against my ear. “Let me feel you come.”
His fingers moved in rhythm, his thumb still circling my clit as his fingers pumped in and out. The pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I shattered, my inner walls clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
“Oh god, Draven!” I cried out, my body convulsing against him.
Caroline’s POV
Before I could recover, Draven captured my mouth again, swallowing my moans. My hands moved frantically, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders, attacking the buttons of his vest. I needed to feel his skin against mine.
His vest joined his jacket on the floor, and I tore at his shirt buttons. When they wouldn’t cooperate fast enough, I yanked hard, sending buttons flying across the elevator.
Draven laughed.”Impatient, my love?”
“I’ve waited a month,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck. “I’m done waiting.”
My hands explored his now-exposed chest and abs, tracing the hard ridges of muscle. He was magnificent, all power and raw strength. I unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his hips, freeing his arousal. When my fingers wrapped around him, Draven hissed, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure.
“If you keep touching me like that,” he warned, his voice strained, “this will be over before it begins.”
He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other tore my panties clean off my body. The sound of ripping lace echoed in the small space as he lifted me again, positioning me against the wall.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative-the voice of an Alpha.
I obeyed, locking my ankles behind his back.His erection pressed against my entrance, hot and hard. Our eyes locked in the dim light as he slowly, torturously pushed inside me, stretching and filling me until I gasped.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine as he stayed still, letting me adjust to his size. “You feel like heaven.”
When he began to move, it was with slow, deep thrusts that made me feel every inch of him. My nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure built inside me again. The elevator was filled with the sounds of our mingled breaths, skin against skin, and whispered declarations.
“Harder,” I pleaded, desperate for more. “Please, Draven.”
He obliged, his pace becoming punishing as he drove into me. The elevator wall was cold against my back, but I barely noticed-all I could feel was Draven, all I could see was his face contorted with pleasure, all I could hear was his voice growling my name.
“You’re mine,” he said between thrusts. “Say it, Caroline. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, my body tightening around him. “Always yours, Draven. Only yours.”
His movements became more erratic, more desperate.One of his hands moved between us, finding my sensitive nub and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much-I crashed over the edge again, my inner walls clamping down on him like a vise as I cried out his name.
“Caroline!” he roared, his body tensing as he found his own release, pulsing hot and deep inside me.
For long moments, we stayed joined, our bodies trembling and slick with sweat. Draven peppered gentle kisses across my face as we both struggled to catch our breath. Slowly, he lowered me to my feet, though he kept me pressed against him as if afraid I might disappear.
When he finally slipped out of me, I felt the loss acutely. He retrieved a handkerchief from his discarded jacket pocket and tenderly cleaned the evidence of our passion from my thighs. The gesture was so intimate, so caring, that tears pricked my eyes.
We dressed in silence, helping each other with buttons and zippers. When I was back in my dress, Draven pulled me into his arms again, burying his face in my hair.
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