You Don't Know What I Can Do To You

Draven's mind was intoxicated completely with the desires and he wanted to have her right there and then but in the back of his head somewhere he was aware that this was not right. 

The grip of his hands tightened on her as his one hand holding at her back clutched her delicate skin, almost digging his nails into it over the thin fabric of her night dress. His other hand tugged her hair tightly making her whine a little as she looked up into those red intoxicated eyes. 

That pain felt sweeter to her as she looked like she wanted more of him, still gasping for air.

"You are my mate and you don't know what I can do to you, do you?" he asked with his gritted teeth.

She still didn't stop looking at him, as if inviting him to pleasure her.