The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Darkened with Desire

[Meredith].

My hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into fabric as if anchoring myself.

The bond hummed, absolutely pleased.

Draven broke the kiss only long enough to rest his forehead against mine, breath hot against my lips.

"Now, this is the best time to tell me to stop, if you want," he said, his voice strained. "And I will."

I didn’t hesitate. "Fortunately, I won’t be asking you to do that."

That was all it took. His mouth found mine again, slower this time but no less intense, as if he wanted to savour me—taste every breath, every soft sound I couldn’t stop myself from making.

His hands roamed with deliberate care, memorizing curves he already knew yet treated like sacred ground rediscovered.

I tugged at his tunic, frustration flaring. He chuckled softly against my lips. "Impatient," he murmured.

"Learned from you," I shot back breathlessly.

That earned me a sharp kiss on my jaw, then my neck—heat blooming wherever his lips touched. My head fell back against the door, exposing more of myself without thought, without shame.

The world narrowed to sensation.

His hands slid to my hips, lifting me just enough that I felt how badly he wanted me—how thin his restraint truly was.

The bond flared in approval, wrapping us together so tightly I wasn’t sure where he ended, and I began.

"Draven," I whispered again, this time a plea.

He answered by lifting me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bed as if I weighed nothing at all. He laid me down with reverent care, his gaze dark as he followed, bracing himself above me.

For a moment, he just looked, like he needed to remind himself I was real.

"I almost lost you today," he said quietly, the rawness in his voice cutting through the heat. "And now, I don’t want to waste another second pretending I can walk away from you."

My chest tightened. I reached for him, pulling him down until his weight settled against me, solid and real.

"You won’t," I said softly. "I’m right here."

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[Draven].

I didn’t realize how tightly I was holding myself together until Meredith pulled me down to her.

The moment her arms wrapped around my neck, the last of my restraint shattered completely. Like something long fractured, finally finding its way back into alignment.

I rested my forehead against hers, breathing her in. Moonlight filtered through the window, silvering her hair and softening the night’s sharp edges.

She looked at me like she always did when she wasn’t guarding herself—open, vulnerable, trusting.

And gods, that trust undid me.

I kissed her then with reverence, slowly and deeply. Like I was committing her existence to memory all over again.

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