For a moment, Ember could not believe he was Draven. She had seen the King of Agartha in his royal splendor, wearing a dignified set of robes and tailcoats. She had even seen him without his clothes on. But this time…
Ember gulped.
Something was different about this wild-looking Draven. Maybe it was her imagination, but his body this time looked more muscular. Under the glare of the sun, his skin glowed like it had golden sparkles stuck to it, and his dark hair was ruffled into a mess by the wind.
'I feel like I'm seeing an untamed beast.'
Her heart started to beat at the wild beauty of the man in front of her, and for a moment, she found herself fortunate to have such a handsome man as her mate.
A Wild Draven.
The typical female inside her had already started to drool over his handsomeness as if she was a pervert.
Draven came to stop in front of Ember and kneeled under her bewildered gaze.
He offered her a small wooden cup which had crystal clear water inside it.
"Water."
"Huh?" It took a moment for her to realize he was saying something to her. She had even forgotten she was dying of thirst a while ago.
"Water," he repeated.
She moved her gaze from his face to the water container in his hands.. For a split second, she wondered where he got it.
"Ah, water."
She distractedly got that wooden cup from him, her gaze flickering in the direction of his muscular chest, and realized her throat was achingly dry. How could it not when she could not stop internally drooling over her mate?
When she felt Draven's eyes on her, Ember retracted her gaze and focused on the water in the cup. Once she was done, Draven took back that wooden cup from her and she happened to meet his gaze moving from her damp lips to her eyes.
There was something in that gaze which made her gulp. She realized she was not the only one feeling attracted to him—he was the same to her.
It was as if time slowed down as she watched his hand move towards her mouth. His thumb gently brushed against the bottom of her wet lips and chin to wipe away the water that spilled while she was distractedly drinking.
The moment his thumb touched her lips, she felt goosebumps cover her body. Of course, this reaction of hers was Draven's intention. He had played with his mate's body enough to know how his touch affects her. Not to mention, every time they were together, his sole attention was on her. He could sense everything about her.
His gaze moved back to her eyes from her lips, only to discover Ember putting her hands on his shoulders, her face moving closer to his. The very next second, her lips touched his.
Draven had already found her sweet scent getting stronger, and he knew she was attracted to him enough to want him. The fact that his mate was being greedy these days made him smile.
He kissed her back, deliberately, playfully nibbling at her lower lip before pulling away.
Her hands moved along his bare body as she whispered, "You look so good like this."
"You like this appearance better?" he asked before pulling her into another kiss.
"I like you in every way, but like this, there is something different about you."
Draven could feel how her hands naughtily glided along his chest, trying to feel his firm muscles.
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