Chapter Twenty-eight

The next morning, from the heavy sunlight slipping through the curtains threatening to blind her, Eleanor knew it was late when she woke up.

Drakken’s body was huge and warm under the sheets, and so much of him was bordering her. His arm was slung over her midriff, snuck under the lingerie she had slipped on last night to seduce him, which worked like magic by the way, his hands splayed over the skin on her stomach.

Her skin burned up at each point of contact his skin made with hers. Which was many, many places. And when everything played back in her mind like a blurry film, her cheeks instantly boiled with heat.

Eleanor had not meant to let it get that intense but her hormones seemed to get the better of her-which was the new norm whenever she was close to Drakken. Then there was that thing Drakken did with his tongue when he buried his head in her core, instantly sending her to cloud nine.

She flushed a bright red at the memory and stared at him on the bed. What would he think of h