Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 Trapped Desire 1

Caroline’s POV

After that passionate encounter with Draven in my office that Kyle had interrupted, I found myself constantly replaying the memory. His touch, his kiss, the way his body pressed against mine—it was all I could think about. The week passed in a blur of meetings and paperwork,but Draven kept his distance.We only exchanged professional words when necessary, though I caught his violet eyes lingering on me during meetings, filled with hunger and longing.

Another Monday arrived, bringing with it the now-familiar vase of tulips on my desk with a handwritten note. I placed it with the others in my drawer, a collection of his promises and regrets. The audit team was still occupying most of our floor, keeping everyone busy and stressed. Ryan had been working me late all week on financial projections that needed to be perfect.

"Just one more hour, Carrie," Ryan said, poking his head into my office. "I need those comparison charts for tomorrow’s presentation."

I nodded, my eyes burning from staring at spreadsheets all day. By the time I finished, the office was nearly empty. I gathered my things, my body aching from sitting too long. The hallways were dim, most of the lights already switched to night mode. I pressed the elevator button and waited, checking my phone for messages from Eleanor who was watching Liam tonight.

The elevator doors finally slid open, and I stepped inside, immediately hit by a familiar scent of cedarwood and musk. My heart jumped as Draven stepped in behind me, his tall frame filling the small space with his presence. We locked eyes as the doors closed, neither of us speaking. It had been over a month since we’d been truly alone together—too much time, too much yearning, too much pain.

Just as the elevator began to descend, Draven pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a message. Seconds later, the elevator jerked to a halt, the main lights flickered out, and only the soft glow of emergency lighting remained.

"What’s happening?" I asked, though I already suspected.

"Emergency maintenance," Draven replied, his voice low and husky in the dim light. "Could take a while to fix."

The emergency light cast shadows across his face, making his cheekbones more pronounced, his eyes darker and more intense. He looked dangerous, powerful.

"Carrie," he breathed my name like a prayer. "I can’t do this anymore."

I backed against the elevator wall as he moved toward me, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. In the shadowy light, his violet eyes seemed to glow, fixed on me with such intensity that my knees weakened.

"Do you know what it’s doing to me?" he whispered, now close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my skin. "Seeing you every day, not being able to touch you, to hold you, to taste you..."

"Draven," I whispered, my voice breaking. "We can’t—"

"I don’t care anymore," he growled,"One month without you is torture. I’m going insane."

He placed his hands on either side of me, caging me against the wall without touching me. The minimal space between us crackled with electricity. I could see the pulse throbbing in his neck, smell the intoxicating scent of his skin, feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Tell me to stop," he challenged, his eyes burning into mine. "Tell me you don’t want this just as badly as I do."

I couldn’t lie—not to him, not to myself. Not when my body was already trembling with need, not when my core was already aching for him.

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