The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Harder Than Any Battle Strike

[Draven].

Heat rolled through me like a rising tide.

I slid my hand along her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her blouse, her breath stuttering when my fingers brushed the side of her thigh.

Her back arched instinctively, her lips parting against mine.

I swallowed the soft sound she made, the sound that told me she was losing herself in this too.

The next moment, I pulled back only an inch, my forehead resting against hers.

"Meredith," I murmured, voice low, strained, "if you keep touching me like that, I’m going to lose every bit of restraint I have left."

She blinked up at me, her pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen, and whispered,

"...then lose it."

Those three words hit harder than any battle strike, and I liked it.

A slow, dangerous smile curled at the corner of my mouth. "You have no idea what you are inviting, little wolf." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Her breath trembled, but she didn’t pull away. She was as stubborn as ever.

Meredith lifted one hand and touched my cheek gently, softly, lovingly, and whispered, "I trust you."

Instantly, my heart slammed against my ribs.

There were a hundred ways she could have undone me, but nothing compared to those words.

I lowered my head, kissed her again, deeper, slower, letting the heat rise like a storm building in silence, full of promise, full of hunger, full of everything I had held back for far too long.

As she tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me down to her, I felt one thing with terrifying clarity:

I was already gone.

This woman would be my end.

After kissing her to my little satisfaction, I lifted my head and met her hazy eyes. Her breath warmed my lips, letting the moment stretch and anticipation coil tight between us as her silver hair scattered across the pillow like moonlight spilt on silk.

Her blouse rumpled slightly from our earlier movements, revealing a delicate line of skin at her collarbone, just enough to tempt and make my chest tighten.

I traced that line with the back of my fingers, slow enough to make her shiver.

"Still telling me to wait until tonight?" I teased.

Her eyelashes fluttered as her voice came out soft, breathy, and trembling with want. "No."

A slow heat spread through my chest—dark, triumphant, hungry, as her hands slid up my arms, her palms warm and eager against my skin.

"Then tell me," I whispered as I lowered my mouth to her throat, "what you want from me right now."

She swallowed hard—I felt the motion beneath my lips, and her fingers dug lightly into my shoulders.

"Didn’t I make myself clear earlier?" she whispered. "I trust you with my body."

That was all it took for the world to tilt.

I kissed her throat, lingering there, letting my lips trail upward until I reached her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

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