Before Luna could complete her words or stand up completely, she felt a hand grasp her thigh. Holding her firmly, it was a subtle feeling, one that would have slipped her mind if not for the fact that she was conscious of everything around her.
Then came his deep voice. "Stay," Draven muttered low, and Luna was struck on the spot. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a sheen of sweat form on her forehead at his words before her head turned slowly to look at the king. He had yet to remove his hand from her thigh.
Draven tilted his head to the side, studying the expression on her face, from the flutter of her eyelashes to her flushed cheeks. No woman had managed to hold his interest for long like she had done in the space of a few hours. "You are yet to finish your food, Luna."
