A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 360: Let’s See What You Can Do (R18)

Chapter 360: Let’s See What You Can Do (R18)

Draven gathered her in his arms, taking her back to the bed. He laid her down carefully and loomed over her, making sure his weight was not on her.

He moved into her, his hand cradling her jaw, and his mouth took full possession of her. It felt much more passionate and delirious than when he’d kissed her before she left.

No, there was something different this time. It wasn’t just passionate, it was filled with lust, like he needed her. He had a burning kind of lust, as though he’d always wanted and craved this moment.

Avelina completely gave herself over to him, her mouth open for him. She felt her skin burning against his, totally honest in its hunger. It was just him, but she wanted this as much as he did. She was drowning in lust, so much so that her sense of thought was utterly snatched from her.

Draven crawled his hand underneath her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. His body covered her, and Avelina wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

He worked on the shirt of her pajamas, opening every single button. Avelina was aware of his warm hands parting the loose shirt, exposing her body. She heard his breath hitch with burning desire as his palms ran over the inches of her body.

Her response to his touch—the gasp that escaped from her and the arch of her body spurred him on, and she answered him.

"You are gorgeous, sunshine." He kissed her neck, his mouth, and hands making a slow trail, each delivered kiss burning hotter than the last.

Draven kissed her breasts, his tongue flicking over the peaks of her nipples, until a moan escaped from her. Her body arched, pleading for more, more, and more of him to work wonders on her. Nothing had ever felt so magnificent as this. She needed much more—much more than he was giving her at that moment.

A thrill of exhilaration ran through her body, and she realized he had no intention of stopping. She smirked, biting her lip with her eyes tightly shut in unmeasurable bliss.

Draven shifted to her navel, teasing her with a kiss before moving lower to frame her hips with his hands. His mouth favored the nest between her legs with a kiss, while his hand pressed down against her lower abdomen.

He was asking for entrance, and Avelina adjusted beneath him, instinctively letting him do as he pleased. Could she deny him anything? Of course not. She wanted this just as much as he did.

Draven delivered a kiss on the inside of her thigh, his thumb running the length of her, and he parted her legs to grant himself much access.

Avelina trembled furiously, gripping the bed sheet while her teeth bit harshly into the skin of her lips. But this was nothing because, in the next moment, she’d gasped loudly, covering her mouth with her palms the second she felt the flick of Draven’s tongue, not once to tease her, but twice, more and more until she was no longer aware of anything but the ecstasy washing over her.

Her hands had locked themselves in his hair, binding and keeping him right there to gain more pleasure. May the heavens forbid he leaves her now in such a state, when her body trembled, searched ferociously for release, and wanted him in a way that simple words couldn’t describe.

Just how much more pleasure could her body endure? She was going to break apart—she could feel it, and in the next moment, her body arched up, thrusting against his mouth. As she was done apart with pleasure so wild and exhilarating, she couldn’t resist herself from crying out.

It took a while before she could move and think again. Right between her thighs, she was aware that Draven knelt, unmoving. She could hear his slow and steady breathing, but it was not quite low. His eyes were searching her face.

Avelina propelled herself up with her arms and looked at his face. Her eyes lowered down to his hips, and she arched her brow, her lips curling into a sly smile.

"Will you allow me to return the pleasure?" She crawled closer to him, pressing her body against his. She rested her head against his shoulder, whispering into his ears. "It wouldn’t be so fun if only I got to feel such bliss."

"May I touch you?"

Draven looked at her with the edge of his eyes. "Touch me, sunshine," he said, wrapping his arms around her slender waists.

Dear heavens, yes! It was exactly what she’d always wanted to do. Avelina kissed his neck, her fangs elongating. She hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it aside, to touch and trail her hands against his muscled chest that she’d always admired. She had always wanted to feel him, to run her hands against his toned anatomy, and finally lead her directly down to the bulging male core of him.

Avelina lifted her head and innocently looked at him with blinking lashes. "You’re really huge," she said.

Draven cocked an eyebrow and abruptly threw his head back, chuckling in amusement. "Am I?" he asked, returning his attention to her face. He caressed the underside of her left eye, saying, "Let’s see what you can do."

Avelina smirked, resting her head against his chest. She unbuckled his belt, exposing all of him, and wrapped her hand around the thick center of him, feeling his heat and his hardness just for her.

She ran her hand up and down to his base, taking every inch of him.

Draven shut his eyes, his face contorting at the sudden wave of pleasure. He covered her hand with his where she’d grasped him. Together, they moved up and down one too many times, as though he were trying to guide her to do much better—to move faster. Avelina observed, quickly picking up on the rhythm of her hand moving up and down his length over and over again.