Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 129

"Jay..." Her mumbling voice sounded from her mouth, and it was as if a ten-thousand-pound weight was smashing into his heart.

His body froze all of a sudden as if all his senses had been enveloped by her voice.

She raised her chin, and on her delicate face was a smile. Her soft lips came close to his and she kissed him deeply.

He was in a daze as he took in her kiss.

He could've easily dodged this kiss. He knew that she was only doing it because she was under the effects of the drug.

But... he couldn't bear to do such a thing.

He couldn't make himself refuse this kiss. When she kissed him, he felt like he was falling under a spell.

She then continued to deepen the kiss. When the tip of her tongue pried open his teeth, his body suddenly stiffened.

However, after that, he opened his mouth and allowed her to do as she wished.

She was probably the only person who he would allow to do this to him.

The blood in his body seemed to be boiling. He had always been a cold person. Even if a woman came close to him, she wouldn't be able to move him whatsoever. But Grace was different.

Her kiss, her breath, and every touch from her fingers entranced him further and further.

Finally, she said in a hoarse voice, "Jay, it's so uncomfortable... so uncomfortable..."