Tantrums?
Draven shook his head.
"I don't know. A month if it were to be long." He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her mark, and back to her earlobe.
Avelina tightened her grip on his thigh, not able to keep still. Her breath hitched, and she threw her head back against his shoulder, shutting her eyes to keep herself sane. Thinking straight was not an option because the entire train of thought going through her mind was completely jumbled.
"Draven—" Avelina cried out in vain as Draven put a hand over her mouth and brought his lips close to her ear. He eyed her, a spark lighting in his pupils at the sight of her messed-up expression.
"I love you, sunshine," he whispered, tracing his fingers up and down her lower abdomen. "We have an eternity together now, don't we?" He bit into her neck. "You really are mine. Mine!"