Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 191

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Chapter 191: Chapter 191 Behind Closed Doors

Caroline’s POV 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Draven took me to his private study in the pack house, closing and locking the door behind us before leading me straight to his desk.

"Our house is too crowded tonight, and I can’t wait until everyone leaves," Draven whispered against my ear."I missed you so much, Carrie. I’ve been craving you all day."

"I missed you too," I smiled as he captured my mouth in a hungry kiss, his strong arms enclosing me completely.

My entire body tingled as Draven touched me, his large hands roaming possessively across every curve. He sat down in his leather chair and pulled me onto his lap, my skirt riding up to my hips. Facing him, I felt his hard cock pressing against my already wet pussy. He kissed me deeply, his hands exploring every inch of my skin as if memorizing my body.

Gradually, he began to undress me. Slowly, as if we had all night, he unbuttoned my blouse, slid it off my shoulders, and tossed it across the room. His fingers traced down my back in circular motions that made me shiver, then reached the waistband of my skirt. With practiced ease, he undid the button and pulled down the zipper. In one swift move, he bunched up the fabric and lifted it over my head, throwing it to join my blouse on the floor of his study.

My body was on fire. Draven only stopped kissing me to catch our breath or remove another piece of clothing. The more he touched me, the more my hips rocked on his lap, making his cock harder and thicker while my pussy grew hotter and wetter.

My panties were soaked through, my body begging to feel him inside me. Draven ran his hands up my back again and with a single skilled flick, unhooked my bra. With the delicate touch of his fingertips, he slid the straps down my shoulders and arms painfully slowly.

After tossing my bra aside with the rest of my clothes, he stood up suddenly, lifting me in his powerful arms. He pushed the chair away and placed me sitting on his desk. All this time he kissed me, as if he needed my kiss to survive, and the more he had, the hungrier he became. His hands traced my body, following the contours of my sides, affectionately caressing my ribs and smoothing over my belly, which made him smile against my lips. Slowly, he moved upward to grab my breasts, massaging them expertly—sometimes squeezing them firmly, sometimes pinching my nipples until I was moaning into his mouth.