Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Thane leans in, his hands gripping my jean–clad hips, steadying me as he presses a series of soft kisses against my inner thighs that I feel like a brand even through the thick material of my pants. I shiver, my body responding to his touch with a desperate need that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my dripping core. Each kiss is featherlight yet ignites flames of desire that wash over me in waves.

“Thane,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper, but the way he looks up at me makes it feel like I shouted it. He doesn’t answer, only continues his slow, torturous exploration of my body, trailing kisses higher and higher.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs as he locks eyes with me, and the question sends a rush of heat to my cheeks, but I refuse to shy away from it.

“I want you,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his obsidian hair, urging him closer to where I crave him most. “I want all of you.”

There’s a flicker of something wild in his eyes–a mix of pride and hunger that sends a thrill racing down my spine. “Good,” he growls. His hands leave my hips, and before I know it, he’s tugging at the button of my jeans. The zipper follows, moving down slowly, deliberately, like he’s savoring every moment, and every inch of my skin that’s being exposed. His fingers ghost along the waistband of my underwear, making me tremble as they slip beneath the fabric, pulling everything down with a smooth, practiced motion.

The air feels cooler against my skin now, but the heat between us is only growing, spiraling upward, suffocating in the best of ways. I bite my lip as he slides my jeans and underwear down the rest of my legs, the sensation of him stripping me bare only adding to the growing tension.

Then, without any further warning, he leans forward and settles his face between my legs, his mouth inches away from the apex of my desire.

I gasp as his breath brushes against my sensitive, overheated skin. “I want to hear you,” he commands, his tone dark and possessive. “So don’t hold back.”

wy out, the pleasure washing over me in tidal waves.

With that, he dives in, his tongue flicking against my pulsing center, It’s a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced–hot, consuming, and utterly intoxicating. My lower body arches towards him instinctively,

can’t TUTEL but as I fall back onto my elbows, needing more and craving everything he has to give.

He plays with my drenched folds with precision, his tongue swirling, licking, and teasing, all while his hands grip my upper thighs, holding me in place. I can feel the pressure building deep down inside me, a tight coil of pleasure that’s threatening to snap

“Thane, please,” I beg him, gasping for breath, the words tumbling from my lips in a the edge of euphoria, and I can feel the world narrowing down to just him and the way he’s making me feel so completely alive.

desperate plea. Each flick of his tongue sends me closer to

His every moment is relentless, sending shocks of pleasure radiating through my body, igniting about to combust. I grip the counter’s ledge, my fingers clamping down for support as I writhe against him, the sensations overwhelming and all-

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