Melody Reese

I held my breath as Draven shifted on the bed and leaned on the headboard. As if I weighed nothing, he lifted me up and placed me on his lap, my legs going on either side of his hips. Thick tension filled the room as he openly looked at my lips.

"Does it scare you?" he suddenly asked, squeezing my waist.

"What?" I asked, my eyes failing to look at anything other than his pink lips—the same ones I had wanted since the first day I saw him. They were simply inviting, and all I could wonder about at that moment was how they tasted.

"Being mated to...