Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

She shivers when I lick the spot in her neck where I want to mark her as mine, and I hear her sharp intake of breath. My hands move again, the right finding her waist, the left pushing up and entangling into her hair, tugging her even closer. She’s breathing harder now, her chest pressing against mine, and I can feel the rapid beat of her heart against my breastbone.

But my own control is slipping. If I don’t stop soon, I won’t be able to hold back much longer. My hand tightens slightly around her wrist, while I reluctantly drag my mouth away from hers, resting our foreheads together, and I growl, barely keeping myself together. “Harley… If we keep going like this… I can’t be held accountable for what happens next.”

Apull back just enough to look into her eyes, now more olive–green than jade–green due to the arousal that’s pulsing through her. The depth of her gaze tugs at something deep inside me, and I feel an electric jolt of desire. The heat between us is palpable, thick and pressing, as if the air itself is charged with the need to bridge the gap that’s between us. The world feels like it’s reducing down to just the two of us, to this moment this choice.

Her breath–shallow and warm against my lips–sends a pulse of heat through me. Every flicker of her gaze holds the weight of her thoughts, but it’s her eyes that tell me everything I need to know. There’s something wild, something untamed, in the way she looks at me. She’s teetering on the edge, ready to leap, but there’s also a hesitation that lingers in the corners of her eyes, as if she’s not entirely sure what the fall will feel like. That uncertainty only makes her more alluring, more tempting.

The silence between us stretches, the air thick with the temptation to let I can’t choose what happens next for her. I can’t push her into something that she’s not ready for. This has to be her decision completely. She has

to decide how far she’s willing to go, and whether she’s ready to cross that line with me. I can’t do it for her, no matter how much my body aches

1. to.

So I wait. My hands remain still on her waist and in her hair, the fingers on my right hand lightly brushing the fabric of her shirt, even though every part of me wants to pull her closer that last bit, to feel her body press against mine with no barriers between us. The weight of her gaze speaks volumes, conveying more than her words ever could. There’s something raw, something vulnerable, in the way she’s looking at me, like she’s already made the choice in her heart but is still unsure of how to make it real. I can still feel her pulse racing against my chest, a tangible echo of my own rising heartbeat.

For a long moment, we just breathe raggedly as we stare into each other’s eyes, the tension between us hanging heavy in the air, pressing down on us. I feel the pull, the raw magnetism between us, but I hold back, waiting for her to move, for her to decide how we’re going to bridge that Last gap.

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