Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 22

22-But My Mate Has A Girlfriend

His eyes followed the curves of my body, and a satisfactory smile covered his lips. I felt a little hesitant about his eyes, so I wrapped my arms around my boobs, but he immediately held my hands and took them off.

“What are you doing? Don’t hide such a pretty sight,” the moment he complimented me. I stopped fighting. His hands. were still holding my hands, forcing them down on the bed as he stared at my body hungrily.

“Your boobs are so big, they might be very soft,” his words were making me shy, “Let’s take care of your wounds first, and then we can take care of other things, shall we?” The corner of his mouth stretched up, and he finally let go of my hand. He then got up from the bed to sit behind me. I had no clue where or how I got that wound from.

“It is so weird. It looks like two big scratches,” he said, his hand softly touching my naked back. He rubbed some medicine on my back and then bandaged it quickly. I thought he wanted to finish taking care of me so that he could leave, but that wasn’t why he hurried up.

That’s when I felt something soft being pressed against my skin.

“Zane!” I jumped at him, kissing my back, and ended up turning in bed and looking at him in shock.

“What? It is fine. You are my mate, and I am yours. We can touch each other.” He pulled his body closer and I didn’t back away either. It was just a little shocking that he had accepted me so easily. And that he was incredibly handsome, too.

“We can kiss each other–,” he whispered, bringing his lips

closer to mine and nuzzling them together. My muscles tensed up when he did that. I wasn’t moving or pushing him away. So he got pretty confident in proceeding. His hand gently roamed around my boob, his eyes watching the softness and roundness of them. He squeezed my boobs from over the bra, making me squirm a little.

“I want to see them naked,” he expressed his wish and then proceeded to pull the strap down to reveal one boob to his hungry eyes.

His eyes were shining with lust or love. I couldn’t tell. I let him run a finger around my nipple. It felt so weird being touched like that. It was an incredible feeling; my body was already begging for more. He was pinching my nipple and pulling it out while I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. The next thing I knew, he bent over my boob and touched it with his lips, sending little kisses to my hard nipple. His lips were now sucking on my tit and pulling them out in an erect form.

I let him suck my tit and quench his thirst while his other hand was holding onto my back and pulling my body into his face. I could hear him grunt on my boob and smooch my tit. Before long, I began to remember what happened in the school, and my expression turned into a frown.

I opened my eyes when I remembered he was the one who stole my pills and made me suffer through hell. How the hell did I give in to my desires so easily?

I gently placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back away from me. The instant he freed my boob, I fixed my bra and snatched the shirt from under his knee. He looked lost.

“Oh! Why that angry look?” He stretched his body back from me to stare at my expression clearly.

“You took a picture of me and gave it to him?” I shook myself out of his intoxication and questioned his morals.