The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 228

Book 2:Chapter 13-2

The first touch of his lips was feather-light, almost innocent. That delicate brush only made me crave more, like a spark igniting dry tinder.

Claro

I watched his lashes flutter closed as he captured my lower lip between his, drawing it gently into the wet heat of his mouth. A tiny, involuntary gasp slipped from me, and a shiver raced across my skin, raising every fine hair on my body.

My palms settled on the hard planes of his chest. I kneaded lightly, feeling the steady thud of his

heart beneath my fingers.

Then he coaxed my lips apart. His tongue slid inside, and I met him without hesitation, curling mine around his, tasting the warm, earthy, unmistakably masculine flavor that was purely him.

His grip on my waist turned possessive-demanding-as he hauled me impossibly closer until our bodies fused, no space left between us. The kiss deepened, grew wilder, hungrier.

I slid my arms up, wrapped them around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, and let myself drown in it-in him. Every wall I’d built came crashing down in a single, reckless rush. I wanted

more. I wanted everything.

“Ah…” The soft sound breathed into his mouth.

He eased back just enough to break the kiss. My lips stayed parted, swollen and tingling, still

chasing his.

He didn’t go far. His mouth trailed along my jaw in slow, deliberate kisses, each one burning a path downward until he reached the sensitive mark on my neck.

The instant his lips grazed it, my whole body jerked. I didn’t understand why that mark undid me every time, but it did-completely.

“Mmm…” A low moan escaped as I arched into him, twisting slightly. His tongue flicked over the mark, slow and hot, and my fingers tightened in his hair, tugging just enough to earn a rough sound from deep in his throat.

Liquid heat gathered low in my belly, aching, pulsing, begging for release. Rational thought dissolved. I barely registered him lifting me-effortlessly-until my feet left the floor. A few strides later, he set me down on the edge of his desk.

When he straightened and our eyes locked again, it was Mr. Chester staring back at me-raw, unfiltered desire burning in his gaze. His eyelids were heavy, pupils blown wide. He looked devastatingly, dangerously hot.

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Book 2 Chapter 13-2

“That’s it… the kiss,” I stammered, dropping my gaze in embarrassment.

Then I gasped.

My eyes had landed lower-much lower-and he was even harder now, thicker, straining like he

might actually burst. The sight sent a fresh jolt through me.

“Sorry I lied,” he murmured.

My head snapped back up to meet his eyes.

Clairy

“But I can’t help it,” he continued, a crooked, unapologetic smile tugging at his lips. “It’s your fault for being so damn cute.”

His gaze drifted downward suddenly, lingering openly on my chest, tracing the shape of my /

breasts through my clothes with shameless hunger.

“You’re big here too, Idara,” he said softly, voice thick. “I want to touch you. Every single part of you

I want to touch it all.”

No one-not even my ex-had ever spoken to me with such bold, naked want. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

He looked back into my eyes, then slid his hand to the nape of my neck, fingers curling gently but firmly as he drew my face closer again.

“You’ll have my first everything, Idara,” he whispered against my lips. “Just like you’ve already had

my first kiss.”

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