277 What If I Die Tomorrow?

When Avelina had stepped into that hall earlier, he'd wanted to take her well-adorned, lovely curls down—to pull them loose and spread them through his fingers. Her hair was so long and beautiful, undone.

He'd imagined for a moment back there running his fingers through her hair, uncovering the wonders of what Avelina would be like undone in other ways. What would she reveal to him when he uncovers her, and what would he make her discover about herself?

Draven could not figure out or understand why. He could not comprehend why he felt that way about her. This was something he had never experienced with his late wife. In fact, he felt rather normal and neutral around her. But with Avelina…it was different.

He felt excitement—the urge to commit something completely insane and wicked! Something he would never find himself craving to do with any other woman.