Take Care Of Ember

As they parted away reluctantly while kissing, Draven spoke, looking at his mate who was panting lightly. "We should stop here or I might not be able to leave anymore."

Ember knew she wouldn't be able to handle him anymore either. Though her body had started to expect intimate things again after listening to his sweet indirect confession, her mind was rational to know her own body's condition. She was in a desperate need of rest.

Draven pecked on her forehead gently and pulled the blanket up to cover her bare chest which was painted with the sweet assault he made on her delicate body.

"Rest well," he said and stood up to leave. 

Ember nodded and she watched him leaving. 'He seems so different. Was he always like this, so tender and sincere? Why do I want him to stay back? Why do I still want him to be with me?'