Ninety Five

Anastasia's pov

He smirked down at me before taking my chin in his hand and leaning down to kiss me. The moment our lips touched, I instantly felt the tingles spread from there, filling the insides of my body with an unquenchable fire.

I kissed him back instantly, immersing myself in his embrace, letting his scent intoxicate me. I threw my arms around his neck, letting him draw me in with his lips, tasting the slight tang of alcohol.

Hands that didn’t belong to Draven were wrapped around my waist, and I felt a wall of muscle press into me from behind. “Damien.” I breathed against Draven’s lips before Draven swooped my lips into his again, leaving me breathless.

I moaned, feeling Damien’s lips trace every curve of my neck before it lowered to my collarbone. From behind, he reached up and held my bosoms possessively before pressing further, slightly crushing me against Draven’s massive chest which embraced me, his arms cupping my face, drawing me closer, deepening our kiss.

“Oh my…” I sq