The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 454

Chapter 454: Elegant and Dignified

[Meredith].

Warmth. That was the first thing I felt this morning.

It wasn’t the sunlight slipping through the curtains, or the cool Stormveil air... but Draven.

His arm was wrapped firmly around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath soft and heated against my neck.

I lay still for a moment, letting myself savour the afterglow, the way my limbs felt loose and satisfied, the way my body still remembered every place his hands had been.

Then, Draven shifted slightly behind me, tightening his hold as if sensing I was awake.

"Awake?" he murmured, voice deep, lazy, still roughened by sleep.

"Barely," I answered.

His lips, slowly but purposely teasing, brushed the back of my shoulder. "Good morning," he murmured.

I exhaled, half-laugh, half-flustered. "You sound too happy for someone who kept me up half the night."

"That was mutual," he countered, bringing his hand to my hip.

I rolled over to face him. His hair was messy, falling across his forehead. His golden eyes, hazy from sleep, softened when they landed on me.

For a moment, he just looked like he needed a few seconds to take in the sight of me.

"You look tired," he said.

"I wonder why."

His smirk was sinful. Next, he lowered his lips to mine, but I pressed a finger against his mouth.

"Draven," I whispered, "we have to get ready. We are visiting King Alderic today."

"That can wait. I want five more minutes." He groaned, burying his face against my neck.

"With sleep?" I teased.

He lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "No. Five minutes to do this..."

The next moment, he rolled on top of me, pinning me beneath him as he kissed me, deep and consuming.

My breath caught in my throat. His body, his heat, his scent—

I had to force myself to push lightly against his chest. "Draven... we can’t. My maidservants will come any minute to prepare me."

He stilled. Then lifted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes in a mock-dangerous way.

"Let them wait," he said. "This is a husband-and-wife affair."

My cheeks warmed instantly. "They will knock, Draven."

"Then they will knock."

"Draven—"

He kissed the corner of my mouth. "They can wait."

And with the way he said it—low, possessive, and still hungry—I believed he truly meant it. So, I placed a palm on his cheek, trying to steady my own heartbeat.

"If they see you half-naked on top of me, they will surely think we are animals."

He smirked. "They already think that. Every servant on this floor can smell exactly what we spent the night doing."

My face heated.

Draven seemed pleased at the reaction because he leaned in again, only to stop an inch from my lips, studying me.

"You are sure you really want to go with me today?" he asked softly.

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "I won’t hide behind you. Not anymore."

His eyes softened, then darkened again. "If you say things like that, I will forget we have somewhere to be."

I swallowed a gulp.

He brushed his thumb across my lower lip. "Get up, Meredith. Before I drag you back under the sheets."

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