The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 190

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Clara

This was all new to me-the soft, lingering press of his lips on mine, the warmth radiating through my body, and the heat building below my skin as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. His strong, steady grip made me feel both vulnerable and safe, his breath mingling with mine in a quiet rhythm, only breaks by our shared heartbeat.

If he said we only had twenty minutes, I would claim every second, committing the feel of him to

memory, because after this brief encounter, it would be another long six months before I’d hold

him again.

He carried me across the room and laid me gently on the bed, his lips still tracing mine like a flame

licking at dry leaves-urgent, yet controlled. His hands rested firmly at my waist, his fingers

pressing into the soft curve where my ribs met my hips, but he didn’t let them wander further. He

seemed to be battling an inner restraint, as if invisible lines were holding him back.

When he finally pulled away from my mouth, his lips moved to my neck, planting tender, heated

kisses that made my skin tingle. I tilted my head, giving him better access, and found the mark and

kissed gently on it, the rough texture of his tongue flicking over the sensitive spot. A soft gasp

escaped me, involuntarily betraying the pleasure sparking inside.

His grip tightened around my waist as he pressed me further onto the bed. My hands found their

place on his broad shoulders, feeling the steady thrum of his muscles beneath his skin. When he

returned to my lips, his touch was fiercer, more demanding. His hands dug into the small of my back as he shifted to straddle me, his body heat radiating down onto me.

I reached up instinctively, fingers threading through his thick, red hair as waves of moisture blossomed between my legs. Everything about his presence-the strength in his arms, the scent of him, the roughness of his stubble against my cheek-set my body ablaze. Though I felt inexperienced, I knew my hunger for him was growing with every breath.

When our lips finally parted, heavy breaths mingled, his forehead rested softly against mine. I locked eyes with him, noticing the fierce transformation-the once-green depths of his eyes now glowing a vivid crimson. His sharp fangs peeked from slightly parted lips, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to control himself.

Closing his eyes, he exhaled deeply, steadying his breath, then leaned in to brush a gentle kiss across my cheek. I tasted him lingering on my lips, sweet and intoxicating, prompting me to lick them reflexively.

His mouth traced a heat-filled path down from my cheek to my jawline and swooped lower to my

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neck, where the gentle friction of his tongue sent shivers spiraling through me. Moving further, he

kissed along my collarbone, just above my breasts, their taut n*****s pressing lightly against the

silky fabric of my nightgown.

Yet, he never ventured further. Instead, his lips continued to worship the skin he had claimed, as if memorizing my body piece by piece.

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