She pushed him.
Phei let himself be and his back met the edge of the table behind him.
Dravenna followed, pressing into him, her body slid against Phei's with that uncontrolled lust for him.
She kissed him again, deeper, tongue fucking into his mouth with arrogant and hunger while one hand stayed fisted in his hair and the other dragged down his chest, nails biting through his shirt.
She was not yielding.
'Good.'
Her hands moved over him with sharp confidence, sliding under his shirt to rake across his abs and chest, nails dragging over skin as if she wanted to mark him. Phei answered by gripping her hips hard, then sliding one hand up her bare back, his fingers splaying wide over smooth skin before gripping the back of her neck and holding her in place as he kissed her harder — open-mouthed, wet, teeth grazing her lip before he sucked on her tongue.
Dravenna broke the kiss first, but only to breathe against his mouth, lips swollen and wet.
"You look too pleased."
