Melody Reese

My brain became a little bit hazy as Draven turned me around in a flash. Then I felt his hands on my back, gently massaging along my spine until his fingers clasped the zipper of my dress. My pulse accelerated as he opened it slowly, all the way to my lower back.

"These make me want to decapitate him." He growled, tracing his hands over the visible scars of the whip.

"Draven," I warned, not wanting him to start getting mad at Nathan when all I wanted was for him to touch me.

"Yes Mel." He rasped, pushing my dress off my shoulders and, finally,, the whole material...