After Breaking The Mark His Desperate Chase (Sarah) novel Chapter 171

Chapter 163 

Raizel tilts his head to the side, confusion inscribed with a tormented frown. The creases on 

his forehead displaying his slight displeasure at the loss of contact. The desire to trace every dip and curve of his form grips my heart in my chest. Swallowing, I run my hands over his shoulder–blades, enjoying the ridges of his muscles tensing. 

(e’s watching silently, bright eyes taking in my every move. He’s alert but calm. Excited but nervous. Then slowly, ever so slowly, I drag my hands down his chest before settling in the 

center. 

I stare up at him, keeping our eye contact and found the first stud of his shirt 

and unbuttoned it. 

!!!! smirky smirk smirk !!!! 

There’s no need for any exchange of words. 

No need to clarify anything when I continue my work. 

Button after button, his shirt opens to reveal a strip of his toned chest. I had to keep my eyes from lingering, trying hard to focus at the task of taking his shirt off. Gawking at hist figure was something I planned to do later. Heat bubbled in the pit of my stomach, forcing a blush over my skin. My cheeks, my neck, my ears, I felt hot everywhere. His perfectly. proportioned body staying still as he waits. 

Gently, my nails graze against his abs when I unbutton the last one. 

He groans, body flinching when I let my hands rest at his hips. The pleasurable tingles run through me when I glide my hands over his abdomen, up his chest and to his shoulders. Our eyes connect, his breathing going hard when I slip my fingers under the fabric of shirt and unhurriedly brush the clothing off his shoulders and arms until it fell to the floor. 

He’s quick to understand where this is going. We both hurriedly take our shoes off and by the time I bend back up. Im caught at a stand still. 

I suck in a sharp breath, unable to resist the urge to run my eyes down his bare upper 

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After Breaking The Mark: His Desperate Chase 

Chapter 163 

body. His sculpted torso teasing me to the point of desperation. I bite back a moan, chewing 

on my lips at the delicious sight of him. The pants he wore stuck snug at his hips to which I could see the beginnings of his happy trail leading the area below his belt. I force up, leaning toward him and twisting the shower knob to the right. 

y eyes 

my 

Water sprinkles over his head, drenching him and I completely but we never take our eyes off each other. The blood that dried on his skin washing away to reveal slight marks of 

which the scratches were. It was only now that I realized he had a small tattoo on his chest 

in the shape of a crescent moon. 

Without thinking, I reach out. The tips of my fingers tracing around the ink when his hand 

gently holds mine to stop it. I look up to him, slightly afraid he didn’t like it when he pulls my hand to his face. He presses a firm kiss on my wrist, sticking the tip of his tongue out to 

trail up and over the heel of my hand, to my palm and finally 

to my fingers. 

My breath catches in my throat. The heat burning between my legs runs rampant. No 

matter how cool the water was set, we were burning hot. We were soaked. My shirt clinging onto the shape of my body like my pants were. My hair was in a similar state, sticking onto my skin as his did. 

We shamelessly drank in the other’s bodies; loving the sight of each other dripping wet. Hands twitch to touch, squeeze, hold and caress. The atmosphere sexual and strained. It was a waiting game.Both of us waiting for the trigger. Waiting to unleash the neediness we 

both suffered. 

It’s almost too much.