Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

“Fuuuuuck,” he breathes out, his grip tightening in my hair, but still gentle, not forcing me, not taking control. “You’re driving me wild. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

I can feel his resolve wavering, the tension in his body crackling like a live wire. I want to hear him release that control, I want him to let go and allow himself to drown in this moment right along with me. I pull back again, letting my lips trail slowly off him, and suddenly the room feels charged with electricity.

“Then don’t,” I challenge, my breath hot against his flushed skin. “Let go, Thane. Show me how much you want this. How much you want me.”

His eyes darken, impossibly so, a storm brewing within them as he leans forward, finally taking control of the moment. He grabs my shoulders, pulling me up until I’m face–to–face with him. The intensity in his gaze sends a thrill straight through me, and I can see the raw desire etched into every contour of his handsome face.

“You’re right,” he growls, his voice low and fierce, as he searches my eyes. “I want this. I want you.” The declaration hangs heavy in the air between us, a promise laced with deadly ferocity. His breath is hot

hot as it skates against my lips, making my heart quicken even more.

In one swift motion, he stands, lifting me effortlessly as he goes, and my legs wrap instinctively around his waist. I can feel his erect cock pressing against my sensitive core, the heat of his body igniting every nerve in my system as he stands in the middle of my kitchen, holding me to him. It’s a dizzying rush, feeling so utterly claimed and cherished all at once.

“I need you to understand something, Harley,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear, igniting a line of fire down my spine. “After this, there’s no going back.”

His words send a rush of heat coursing through me, and I can barely contain the moan that escapes my lips. “Do it,” I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper, but dripping with desire.

With a fierce resolve, he kisses me, his lips crashing against mine with an urgency that sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. The taste of him iningles with the remnants of our dinner earlier, intoxicating me further. I feel him press into me even further, the unmistakable evidence of his desire brushing against where I need him most, and it takes everything in me not to grind against him.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as he catches his breath. “You’re going to regret this, Harley… In the best way possible.” There’s a predatory glint in his eyes, mixing with so much warmth that it makes my heart falter.

“Bring it on,” I dare him, biting my lip in anticipation. What I see in his expression sends a thrill of excitement racing through me. This is a game, and one I’m more than willing to play.

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