The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 241

Book 2 Chapter 22-2

Claird

Book 2:Chapter 22-2

Better than any clumsy teenage kiss, better than any practiced date.

This felt new and ancient at the same time. Like he was discovering me and remembering me all

at once.

I melted against him, dizzy, boneless, completely lost in the storm he’d become.

He broke the kiss abruptly, only to reach for my blouse with the same ruthless urgency he’d used on the skirt. Fabric tore with a sharp rip, buttons scattering across the floor like tiny casualties.

“We can’t do this, Mr. Chester,” I gasped, voice shaking.

He hissed low in his throat, eyes flashing dangerously.

“I told you- to call me Helio.”

Before I could draw another breath, his fingers hooked into the front of my bra and shredded it like tissue paper. My breasts spilled free, heavy and exposed to the cool air of the room.

His gaze raked over them, raw and ravenous, like a predator finally allowed to feast. His voice came out rough, almost unrecognizable with need.

“I’m trying so damn hard not to just pounce on you.”

My eyes widened as his large hands closed around my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive

peaks.

“They fit perfectly,” he murmured, kneading them with reverent hunger.

I bit down hard on my lower lip to trap the moan rising in my throat. The pleasure was sharp, almost too much. Then, suddenly, he released me-only to drop to his knees in front of me.

His face hovered inches from my core. His hands reached for the waistband of my panties.

Instinctively, I caught his wrists.

“No… I don’t want to,” I protested, the words sounding weak even to my own ears.

He looked up at me from below, eyes glowing violet, lips curled in a knowing half-smile.

“You say that… but you’re drenched.”

One finger slipped beneath the soaked fabric, brushing my most sensitive spot with deliberate pressure. My hips jerked forward before I could stop them. A broken groan escaped me.

“Your body is on fire, just like mine,” he growled, leaning in until his nose brushed the damp cotton.

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He inhaled deeply, shuddering at the scent.

“You smell so fucking intoxicating.”

Then his tongue dragged over the fabric in a slow, wet lick.

Clair!

I didn’t realize my hands had moved until my fingers were tangled in his hair, holding him there as he licked again-firmer, hungrier-while that wicked finger kept circling, teasing, pressing.

My head fell back in helpless ecstasy. Every stroke of his tongue through the thin barrier sent

sparks racing up my spine.

“You are my wife, Idara,” he rasped against me, voice thick with possession. “So please… let yourself want this.”

With one final, decisive tug, he tore the panties away, the last shred of fabric joining the ruined pile of my clothes on the floor.

Now I stood completely bare before him-exposed, trembling, and utterly surrendered.

He pressed his face directly against my bare p***y this time, no fabric left to dull the sensation.

The contact was electric-hot, wet, immediate. My hips jerked forward on instinct again as he opened me up with slow, deliberate licks, parting my folds with his tongue like he was memorizing

every inch.

He drew my clit into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. A long, broken moan tore from my throat.

“Hmm… there,” I gasped when he found that perfect spot that made my thighs tremble.

He lifted his head just enough to slide one thick finger inside me-slowly at first, watching my face. Then, in one smooth, deep thrust, he buried it to the knuckle.

His eyes flickered with something like question, maybe surprise.

Was he… expecting resistance? Expecting me to be untouched?

I’m not a virgin. And from the little boy outside, clearly neither is he.

Yet the way he stared-wide-eyed, almost reverent-as my slick heat coated his finger made no sense for a man who’d been married before.

“It’s so warm,” he murmured, voice rough with awe, as he began to slowly curl and twist his finger inside me, exploring every ridge and flutter.

“Ah!” I cried out, back arching sharply at the sudden pressure against that sensitive place inside.

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Book 2 Chapter 22-2

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