Draven was grinning cheekily up at me. “I’d better just do what I do best then.” And he lifted his hips to fill me. I gasped, moaned, groaned all at once. Instantly, Sir Bertram’s voice stopped. Draven’s hand was over my mouth. I felt my eyes bulging. “I say,” Sir Bertram started. “Did anyone else hear that? A strange sound...” “It sounded... familiar,” one lady in his audience said. She giggled. “Almost as if...” “No, that’s quite impossible,”
