My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 348

Elara

I closed the distance between us.

Came in closer, cutting him off, my hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders. He blinked, startled, but I didn't give him time to ask. I tilted my head and kissed him, hard, pressing into him until his back hit the counter.

His mouth opened under mine—still talking, still trying to say something about hormones or stress or whatever the fuck he’d been droning on about. I didn’t let him. My fingers dug into his jaw, holding his face still, my tongue forcing his lips apart. He made a sound in surprise, maybe protest but I swallowed it, bit down on his lower lip hard enough to taste the iron.

His hands came up, caught my wrists. "Elara—"

I twisted free. Didn’t stop.

One hand fisted in his shirt, the other yanking at his belt. The buckle clinked against the counter as I dragged it open. He tried to pull back.

"wait, slow down, are you sure—"

I pushed. I didn’t want to hear it. I shoved his shirt up, my nails scraping his ribs, and then my mouth was on his throat, his collarbone, the stupid words dying in his chest.

He exhaled sharply; that was him giving up.

His hands dropped to my hips, fingers digging in as he held on.

Maybe the scent blocker was just really effective now, or maybe I’d just stopped noticing. Either way, the reek of him was there, thick in my throat, but it didn’t make me want to gag. Didn’t make me flinch. I breathed him in and kept moving, my body taking over, my thoughts slipping into the rhythm of it—in, out, harder, deeper—

His fingers bruised my skin. His breath came rough, his hips lifting to meet mine, the slap of flesh loud in the quiet kitchen. I braced my hands on his shoulders, my nails biting into the muscle, and rode him like I meant it.

Like I was the one in charge.

Like I could make him forget every stupid word he’d ever said.

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