Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions Chapter 120

Thane leans in, his hands gripping my jean-clad hips, steadying me as he presses a series of soft kisses against my inner thighs that I feel like a brand even through the thick material of my pants. I shiver, my body responding to his touch with a desperate need that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my dripping core. Each kiss is featherlight yet ignites flames of desire that wash over me in waves.

“Thane,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper, but the way he looks up at me makes it feel like I shouted it. He doesn’t answer, only continues his slow, torturous exploration of my body, trailing kisses higher and higher.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs as he locks eyes with me, and the question sends a rush of heat to my cheeks, but I refuse to shy away from it.

“I want you,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his obsidian hair, urging him closer to where I crave him most. “I want *all* of you.”

There’s a flicker of something wild in his eyes—a mix of pride and hunger that sends a thrill racing down my spine. “Good,” he growls. His hands leave my hips, and before I know it, he’s tugging at the button of my jeans. The zipper follows, moving down slowly, deliberately, like he’s savoring every moment, and every inch of my skin that’s being exposed. His fingers ghost along the waistband of my underwear, making me tremble as they slip beneath the fabric, pulling everything down with a smooth, practiced motion.

The air feels cooler against my skin now, but the heat between us is only growing, spiraling upward, suffocating in the best of ways. I bite my lip as he slides my jeans and underwear down the rest of my legs, the sensation of him stripping me bare only adding to the growing tension.

Then, without any further warning, he leans forward and settles his face between my legs, his mouth inches away from the apex of my desire.

I gasp as his breath brushes against my sensitive, overheated skin. “I want to hear you,” he commands, his tone dark and possessive. “So don’t hold back.”

With that, he dives in, his tongue flicking against my pulsing center, and I can’t help but cry out, the pleasure washing over me in tidal waves. It’s a sensation unlike anything I’ve *ever* experienced—hot, consuming, and utterly intoxicating. My lower body arches towards him instinctively, as I fall back onto my elbows, needing more and craving everything he has to give.

He plays with my drenched folds with precision, his tongue swirling, licking, and teasing, all while his hands grip my upper thighs, holding me in place. I can feel the pressure building deep down inside me, a tight coil of pleasure that’s threatening to snap at any moment.

“Thane, please,” I beg him, gasping for breath, the words tumbling from my lips in a desperate plea. Each flick of his tongue sends me closer to the edge of euphoria, and I can feel the world narrowing down to just him and the way he’s making me feel so completely alive.

His every moment is relentless, sending shocks of pleasure radiating through my body, igniting a white-hot fire within me until it feels like I’m about to combust. I grip the counter’s ledge, my fingers clamping down for support as I writhe against him, the sensations overwhelming and all-consuming.

“Goddess, you taste like my new favorite obsession,” he murmurs against me, the vibrations of his desire-filled voice sending another wave of bliss coursing through me. His words fuel my own desire, making me want to scream to the heavens as the coil inside me tightens even more.

“Thane, I—” I gasp, my breath hitching as I feel myself teetering on that precarious ledge of lust-filled madness. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

He responds to my demand with renewed vigor, his tongue working faster and harder, pushing me closer to that precipice. The world fades away, leaving only the two of us in this moment, and I can feel the tension mounting, the pressure building, until all I can do is ride the wave of ecstasy he so expertly fashioned.

“I want to feel you come for me, Harley,” he growls, the words a dark promise that sends a shiver all through my entire body. “Let go for me. Let me have all of you.”

“Thane, I can’t—” But before I can finish my sentence, he does something wicked—his thumb zeros in on my sensitive clit, deftly circling and pressing down *just* right, and it’s like a switch has been flipped. I’m falling, plummeting, into a sea of sensation, and I cry out his name, my voice echoing off the walls of my kitchen as waves of rapture engulf me.

It crashes over me, a swell of heaven personified that makes my entire body tighten and flood with heat. I’m lost in the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure that’s coursing through me. Thane’s name yet again spills from my lips, this time like a prayer, and I can feel him smiling against me as he drinks in my release.

“Just like that, my queen,” he urges, his voice a low, sultry whisper. “That’s it. Let me taste you. All of you.”

As the last tremors of desire ripple through me, I’m left breathless, my body shaking as I come down from the best high I’ve ever experienced. The intensity of the moment lingers, and I can feel him watching me intently, his gaze dark and filled with self-satisfaction.

“Damn,” I finally manage to say, panting, as I try to catch my breath. “That was...incredible,” I finish, still reeling from the force of what just happened.

Thane grins up at me, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and desire, and it sends another thrill through my body. But there’s something else in his gaze, too. A fire, a hunger, that’s still simmering just beneath the surface. As he gets to his feet, I can see the way he’s still hard, still wanting, and I can’t help the way my body responds to the sight, a fresh wave of heat pooling between my jelly-like legs.

He towers over me, and the shift in position reignites another upsurge of electricity between us. “You’re amazing,” he breathes, his voice low and rough. “But I’m not done with you quite yet.”

With a swift motion, he lifts me again, his hands firm underneath my thighs as he confidently carries me upstairs to my bedroom. I cling to him, the excitement of what’s still to come coursing through me. As we reach my bed, he lays me down on it gently, his gaze never leaving mine, and it’s filled with an intensity that makes my heart stutter.

“Don’t move,” he instructs me, his voice gravelly with his own need. Then I watch as he sheds his remaining clothes leisurely, revealing the full glory of his body—muscles taut and ready, skin glistening in the low light of the room, a lick-worthy Adonis belt that has the power to cause many a woman around the world to lose their ever-loving mind.

I bite my lip, anticipation thrumming in the air as he crawls onto the bed towards me, and the sight of him above me makes my breath hitch. I can feel the heat radiating from him, the weight of his desire pressing down on me, and I know this moment is about to change *everything*.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his voice a low rumble, but the intensity in his gaze says it all.

I nod, my voice catching in my throat as I watch him. Thane’s expression shifts, his eyes turning midnight-blue with an undeniable possessiveness as he leans down to capture my lips again in a heated kiss.

As he deepens the kiss, he settles over me, and in that moment, I know we’re crossing a line—one that will bind us together in ways we’ve yet to understand fully.