The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442: All the Permission I Needed

[Draven].

I knew Meredith was testing my patience when she dragged the conversation out and tried to ignite a fight.

But she was far too innocent to think I would fall for her trick so easily, not with my cock throbbing beneath my pants.

I couldn’t wait to get laid and feel the muscles of her inner walls tighten when I pump my hot cock in and out of her without mercy.

Meredith must be so determined to try her luck, so she attempted to step past me.

She tried to slip away with that small, defiant lift of her chin—the one she always used when she was hiding something or when she was trying to control a situation that was already far beyond her control.

I let her take exactly one step. Then I reached out and caught her wrist lightly, but firmly enough that she stopped mid-stride.

"Stop running," I murmured.

Her breath hitched just slightly, but I felt it. I always felt her.

She turned back to me slowly, eyes wide, guarded, and trying very hard not to show the tremble beneath her calm.

I closed the distance between us—unhurried, deliberate, until her back met the edge of the bed. She couldn’t step further.

She swallowed hard, and I could hear the quick thud of her heart.

"Meredith," I said softly, lowering my head so I could see the truth in her eyes, "you keep tempting me, then expect me to stay patient."

She opened her mouth, maybe to deny it or tease me again, but her voice died before it even formed.

I could see her pulse racing at her throat.

I could see her fingers curling at her sides as if she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

Her fear from earlier was gone now, so this was something else—something that pressed heat into the air between us.

I lifted my hands and placed them on her waist, slow enough for her to refuse if she wanted.

She didn’t move.

She only inhaled sharply, her lashes lowering.

I leaned in, letting my lips brush the side of her neck first—warm, soft, barely a kiss. She trembled.

"You make it very hard to wait," I whispered against her skin.

Her hands rose to my chest, but instead of pushing, she held onto me, her fingers curling in the fabric of my shirt. That alone nearly broke the last line of restraint I had.

I kissed her shoulder, then the soft place beneath her jaw. Her breath grew uneven, and my own control wavered.

"Draven..." she breathed, but she didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to.

The next moment, I lifted her chin gently, tracing her jaw with my thumb as I leaned closer, her eyes on mine, wide, luminous, already betraying everything she couldn’t say aloud.

But just as I was about to kiss her, truly kiss her, the back of her legs hit the mattress, and she lost her balance.

I caught her before she fell, one arm around her waist, and she ended up half-sitting on the edge of the bed, her face tilted up at me.

She looked undone, soft and completely breathless. Her lips parted, and her voice came out small:

"You are too close."

I smirked. I couldn’t help it. "You can push me away if you want," I murmured.

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