Chapter Eight
Maeve
I felt a little groggy, and then the events of the previous night came rushing back to me.I don’t know what had changed in Draven’s mind, but I was no longer a virgin.He had taken my virginity, and the truth was, I had given it to him with no questions asked.I belonged to him, and I didn’t regret it.
It hurt.There was no getting away from that pain, but it was fleeting.One moment I thought I was going to die, as it took my breath away and I wasn’t prepared for it.In the next, it was gone, and I’d been the one to wriggle on his cock to make him fuck me, because I was ready to feel what happened next.
And next was amazing.There were no other words for it.The sex had been outstanding, and I didn’t want it to end.I felt every inch and pulse as he pumped his dick inside me.
Afterward, there was blood, a small stain that showed my virginity.I expected to feel loss, or something.My virginity should have been my choice, and in a way, it was.Sure, my ownership hadn’t been, but I wanted to be with Draven.
“You’re awake,” he said.
I gasped and spun to look at him, finding him on his side of the bed.“You’re still here.”
He chuckled.“Where did you think I’d be?”
“I don’t know.Working.You’re rarely in bed when I wake.”
“Well, I figured if I left, you’d be pissed.You give me your virginity, and I make a run for it.”
I smiled.It was moments like this when I was able to forget what happened between us.
“How are you?”he asked.
“I’m okay.”
I moved and there was a little soreness but nothing that wouldn’t subside.
“How are you?”I asked.
“More than good.”
He cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking across my lip, and I couldn’t help but stick my tongue out to taste him.
“Is my girl in a teasing mood?”he asked.
“Maybe?”
And I got what I wanted, which was his lips on mine, and it made me moan.We were both still naked, but the blanket was in the way, and even as he kissed me, I pushed the blanket off of us and ran my hands down his body.
“I don’t want to leave here,” I said.
Draven pulled away.
