The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 931

"I... I’m clueless," I stammered as he trailed kisses along my neck, each touch igniting a wild sensation within me.

"Same here," he managed between breaths, his hand gradually tracing up my thigh. His confession reassured me, and at that moment, I embraced the idea of exploration and discovery with him.

His touch sent electric jolts through me, and I couldn't help myself. He was about to touch my centre when he froze and pulled back.

I was concerned and looked at him.

His eyes shifted from obsidian to their regular hue. A battle was raging within him, a struggle against his wolf. Eventually, he emerged victorious, though his breathing had hastened.

"I apologise, Jo. I don't want to push you," he admitted, and while his caution was appreciated, a part of me desired the opposite.

I yearned to forge a deeper connection with him. His cautiousness elicited a giggle from me.

"I wouldn't mind a little making out," I stated, drawing closer to him. His eyes promptly darkened once more, surrendering to his wolf's influence, and he pressed his lips forcefully against mine.

Buttoning my blouse, he fumbled with my bra hooks, which I had to help him undo. It also showed he had no experience in that department, and I was at ease.

My heart was pounding in my chest, but there was also an ease that made me feel it was right; this was right.

He stared at my breasts and ran his thumb against my nipples. It felt so good and the shock went up my head. They were hard.

To my surprise, he bent to kiss them and then sucked on one.

My core clenched, and my body went wild.

I wasn't in control anymore.

He sucked on my nipples one at a time, and they appreciated the attention they were getting.

I didn't know there was this much pleasure in this until now. Instinctively, I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing on his brown curls and enjoying the pleasure he was giving.

I was wet to my core.

He stopped to look at me. His eyes were normal as he studied mine.

"I won't go all the way until you turn eighteen," he said, my heart still pounding—excitement and shock of what was happening between us still coursing through me.

"What if I don't want to wait until then, Li?" I blurted out,

"What if I want us to move fast? What if I want it now?" I said, and he studied me.

Placing his hand on my thigh, he moved his hand up while staring into my eyes. He moved until his hands were on me. The only thing separating his hand from touching my clit directly was my underwear.

He began to rub gently. And I closed my eyes to enjoy the pleasure he was giving me. I felt his lips on my nipple, sucking on them as he rubbed gently.

A sensation started to stir within me, unfamiliar yet compelling. I didn't resist it; instead, I allowed it to take its course. Slowly, the pressure mounted, and eventually, I surrendered to its pull. A resonant moan tumbled from my lips, coupled with his name.

What he had just elicited from me was nothing short of euphoric. Waves of sensation coursed through me, a lingering jolt that seemed to reverberate. My body quivered, caught in the aftermath of the experience.

He stilled his hand, and as I opened my eyes, I found him gazing at me with a fervent mix of love and desire. I initiated a kiss, and he responded by enveloping me in his embrace, reciprocating the passionate gesture. Uncertainty lingered as I contemplated the future of this connection, yet my hope remained steadfast that it would endure.