Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

The air in the room is thick with silence, hanging heavy between us as I sit on his lap with our foreheads pressed together. Griffin leaves the room at one point, muttering something along the lines of “giving us a minute‘. His exit doesn’t case the tension, though. If anything, it amplifies it, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my overwhelming urge to make sense of everything they had just told me.

Sitting here on Thane’s lap, his presence a constant weight, is both reassuring and terrifying. And even though his eyes are closed just like mine, his attention is fixed on me, unwavering, and I can feel the gravity of his devotion. He’s waiting for me to process it all. He’s waiting for me to make a decision.

But how do you make a decision when the weight of a vampire kingdom, its threats, and our bond are suddenly pressing down on you?

My heart beats erratically in my chest as I try to sift through the jumble of emotions. The idea of running–of walking out of this penthouse and never looking back is so tempting. So easy. I could disappear from all of this and go back to the life I knew before Thane Draeven came crashing into it

But as I sit here with his warmth beneath me, something tugs at me. The bond between us… It’s undeniable. It’s like it’s calling me to stay, and to face the unknown with him. And it’s not just for him. I’m doing this for me, too. For the parts of me that want to be with him, no matter the chaos that swirls around us.

I swallow hard, trying to shove my doubts aside, but they keep coming back. What if I can’t handle this life? What if I’m too human for him? Too fragile for the world he’s lived in for centuries?

But then, with a finger beneath my chin, he tilts my head up, and as I open my eyes, his–those intense eyes–meet mine again, and I know there’s no running away from this.

So, without overthinking it any further, I lean in. Slowly, carefully, my breath mingles with his as I let the silence between us stretch, thick with the weight of our unspoken words.

And then I kiss him.

At first, it’s soft and tentative, as if we’re both testing the waters. His lips are warm against mine, almost hesitant, but there’s a hunger in the way he deepens the kiss. It’s like he’s been waiting for me to make the first move, and now that I have, he’s eager to follow my lead.

His hands find my

y waist, pulling me that much closer, and I feel the strength in his arms, in the way he holds me like I might break. But also, like he wants to make sure I don’t escape.

The kiss deepens as the seconds pass, and the world outside of this room blurs into nothingness. There’s nothing but the heat of his mouth on mine, the slide of our lips against each other, and the fire that’s building between us. My body reacts to him in ways I can’t ignore, and I feel the pulse in my veins quicken as he leans into me, pressing me closer to him.

I shift in his lap, a subtle move, and suddenly I’m straddling him, and his hands are at my back, guiding me, holding me firmly as our kiss intensifies. My own hands struggle to decide where they want to explore him first–the solt, inky strands at the nape of his neck, the muscular biceps that’re holding me with an intensity that should terrify me but doesn’t, or his toned chest that’s causing delicious friction against my already sensitive breasts.

my head backwards, giving him more access. He trails soft, hot kisses languorously along my skin, and I gasp when his lips brush the sensitive spot beneath my ear that could always set my blood afire, my body shuddering in response,

And then, without warning, his lips find my pulse point with scary precision, and I feel his hot breath against my skin as his nose trails along my heck. Inhaling deeply, he groans softly, “Fuck, you smell good.”

His words hit me like a shockwave, and i feel the sudden rush of arousal flooding through me. The heat between us instantly becomes unbearable, and I can’t seem to stop myself as my hands slip underneath his shirt, exploring the hand muscle of his chest beneath my fingers. need to touch bum: I need to feel him. I need him. His skin is warm and solid, and it’s can focus on as his own hands slide underneath my clothes, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of my back.

mantonly grind against his ever–hardening cock, his mouth continues to explore the curve of my neck, and then I feel the tips of his fangs ast burely grazing my skin. And in that moment, the thought of him sinking them into me, of him marking me, of him claiming me, sends a fresh rush of heat through my body. It’s dangerous, and it’s too much, but for the life of me, I’m struggling to find a reason to stop myself from pulling

I don’t know how long we’ve been like this–locked in this fiery, all- between us is no longer just an idea. It’s real. It’s visceral. And I’m not su

embrace–but I know that everything has shifted. The band. can ever go back to the way things were before I met Thane. Do t

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