AURORA
Drogo was taking everything that I had left to give. Taking and taking until I was almost certain that I was going to be empty. I didn't mind. I wanted to give him that I had. All that I could give. He clutched my face between his hands, almost tenderly. His touch was almost foreign. Tender wasn't really something that could be associated with him. He was all choas and yet here he was, holding me softly as if I was going to break.
My fingers buried themselves in his hair and I picked up urgency because I simply couldn't get enough. With each that pummeled through me, my need to have him intensified. All I could think of was how much I didn't want him to let go, how much I would be terrified if he did. I closed my eyes and sighed dreamily. He pulled away for a moment. His lips were
