Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 283

**Chapter 283: The Urgency of the Mouse**

**Luis’s POV:**

I found myself transfixed by her presence, my eyes locked onto hers, unwavering and steady. A soft hum of acknowledgment escaped my lips, “Mm-hmm,” a sound that felt almost inadequate in the thick tension of the moment.

Deanna, sensing the weight of my gaze, averted her eyes, searching for something—anything—else to focus on. “Then, why aren’t you going?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a hint of challenge lacing her words.

With a gentle touch, I reached out, my fingers gliding along her chin, then tracing the delicate curve of her cheek, finally settling on her tiny earlobe. I couldn’t resist giving it a light pinch, a playful gesture that sent a shiver through her.

My fingers explored her skin, moving slowly, deliberately, savoring the softness beneath my touch. Watching her tremble at my caress ignited a fire within me, a raw desire that flared up like a flame in the darkness, burning brighter with each passing moment.

I could see her instinctively wanting to pull back, to create space between us. But the playful chuckle that escaped my lips was filled with mischief as I effortlessly lifted her, placing her gently on the communal table by the panoramic window. I spread her legs apart, positioning myself between them, a silent declaration of my intentions.

Her breath quickened, and I noticed the glimmer of anticipation in her eyes, a sheen of moisture that hinted at her inner turmoil.

“Deanna…” I called her name softly, lowering my head, inching closer, feeling the magnetic pull between us.

She turned her head away, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Don’t… don’t do this…” Her voice trembled, a mix of defiance and desire.

I couldn’t help but smile as I leaned in, kissing her earlobe gently. “Don’t do what, hmm?” I teased, my breath warm against her skin.

Her entire body quaked in response, yet she stubbornly insisted, “I don’t want…”

With a playful bite on her earlobe, I leaned closer, my voice dripping with desire. “But I want to. I want you. So. Damn. Much.”

Deanna’s eyes fluttered shut, and I could see her biting her lip harder, fighting against the moans that threatened to escape her throat. The sight of her struggle only fueled my desire further.

A soft chuckle escaped me; her body was far more honest than her words ever could be.

I guided her hands, encouraging her to wrap them around my neck, pulling her closer as I pressed my body against hers.

Her back met the cool glass of the window, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from my body. The juxtaposition sent tremors through her, and I reveled in the effect I had on her.

My lips traveled from her ear, brushing across her cheek, kissing the corner of her eye, the tip of her nose, and finally hovering just above her lips, my breath thick with unrestrained longing.

Just as I was about to claim her lips fully, the shrill ring of the phone shattered the moment.

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