The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Chapter 148
He was standing with that smug and victorious smile, gleaming like he’d known I’d come running.
I didn’t think.
My feet barely touched the ground before I was on him.
He caught me before I could collide with him, his strong arms scooping me up effortlessly. The movement forced a gasp from my lips, and my legs
wrapped around his torso on instinct, my arms looping around his neck.
Then his mouth was on mine.
The kiss was hard, urgent, almost bruising. Our tongue and teeth clashed together fighting for dominance.
Then I felt my back slam gently against the wall, the cool surface a shocking contrast to the fire in my body.
My breath came in shallow bursts, my fingers clutching the back of his shirt like was holding on for dear life. His grip on me tightened, pinning me
between him and the wall, and I could feel the heat radiating off his chest.
We were so close but I needed more, I wanted more contact. Needed to touch him and feel his touch on me.
Every slow drag of his mouth against mine made my head spin. His kiss was unhurried but deep, his tongue brushing against mine like he had all the time in the world to take me apart piece by piece but he still couldn’t help but want to take me whole.
And I felt both too.
I moaned softly against his lips, and he swallowed the sound, his fingers sliding down my bare back, leaving trails of heat.
God, I could feel everything.
The solid press of his body, the way his chest rose and fell against mine, the roughness of his shirt against my skin.
I needed to get his shirt away, but I didn’t want to let go of his shirt.
I didn’t know what I want, but I know I wanted Tristan. I needed him so bad that it hurt.
Tristan kissed me like a man starved, and I kissed him back just as desperately, my body melting against him.
He shifted, his mouth never leaving mine, and pushed himself away from the wall, holding me easily as he turned toward the living room.
My legs tightened around him as he walked, slow and steady, every step sending a rush of sensation through me.
He lowered me carefully onto the couch, but not once did he stop kissing me.
I sank into the cushions, breathless, my hands cupping his face, pulling him back down when he tried to lift his head.
His lips curved into a small, breathless smile against mine, like he knew exactly what I wanted – and he was more than willing to give it.
Tristan didn’t stop kissing me, he couldn’t because I won’t let him.
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If anything, his pace slowed, deepened, like he wanted me to feel every second of it. His lips moved gently over mine, his tongue brushing lazily against
mine until my toes curled.
My juice was dripping down my thigh.
When he finally pulled back, it was only far enough to trail his lips along my jaw, down the side of my neck.
I tilted my head back, giving him more space, my chest heaving as soft gasps escaped me. His mouth was warm, wet, slow, like he was tasting me inch
by inch.
When he reached my collarbone, his teeth grazed it lightly, sending a sharp shiver through me. My fingers buried themselves in his hair, holding him
close, desperate to keep him there.
He kissed lower, leaving a slow path down the center of my chest.
When his mouth reached the top of my breast, I thought my heart would stop.
Tristan has this effect on me. Everytime feels like the first time.
He didn’t rush it, he teased it. His lips brushed against my skin so slow and softly it almost tickled.
My breath caught, I tightened my hands on his hair pulling him closer.
Then he opened his mouth, taking my nipple between his teeth, not hard, just enough to make me gasp and arch my back into him.
“Tristan,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper, my fingers clutching his hair tighter.
He gave a small, satisfied sound, his tongue soothing where his teeth had been, before moving to the other breast and giving it the same slow, torturous
attention.
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The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
