Bad Husband novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

Ava’s POV

Standing there completely naked, feeling his burning gaze devour every inch of my skin like flames, should have made me stry. But somehow, I felt a poset I’d never experienced before–electric and intoxicating.

“Now, come here.” His voice rumbled like distant thunder, carrying that unmistakable Alpha command that brooked no refusal.

I walked toward him slowly, each step making every cell in my body tremble for him. His eyes had completely shifted to that predatory wolf gold, hungrily tracking the sway of my breasts, the curve of my waist, the movement of my hips.

God, the way this man looked at me… like I was the most precious treasure in the world.

When I reached him, he didn’t immediately touch me. Instead, he extended his hand, fingertips barely grazing my cheek. Such a simple gesture, yet it made my breathing hitch.

“You know what you’re doing?” he asked, voice so rough it sounded like it was dragged from the depths of his chest.

I know exactly what I’m doing,” I answered, surprised by how steady my voice sounded. “I want you, Blake. Right now.”

The moment those words left my lips, I watched the last thread of his control snap completely. He yanked me against him, my naked body pressing against his still–clothed chest. The contrast made my skin hypersensitive, every nerve ending singing.

His kiss was fierce and starving, like he wanted to consume me whole. I could taste the faint coffee on his tongue, mixed with that uniquely masculine scent that belonged only to him. My hands climbed to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

Christ, I needed to feel his skin.

As if hearing my inner plea, he broke away from my lips and started working the buttons of his shirt. I couldn’t wait, helping him with fumbling, desperate fingers that tangled with his in our urgency.

When his shirt finally hit the floor, I couldn’t suppress a soft gasp. Every time I saw his body, it felt like the first time–absolutely devastating. Those scars earned in countless battles, those perfect muscle lines, and that fascinating dark nipple that made my mouth water…

I flicked my tongue out, tracing one of the scars across his chest. His entire body went rigid, a low growl rumbling from his throat.

“You little devil,‘ he muttered, suddenly lifting me and setting me on the edge of his desk.

The cool surface made me gasp, but it quickly warmed under our combined heat. He stood between my legs, positioning us so every bit of friction became more obvious, more maddening.

His hands began exploring my body–from my shoulders to my collarbone, then lower to my breasts. When his palms covered them, I instinctively arched back, losing myself in his touch.

‘Your skin is so soft,” he whispered against my ear, voice carrying an almost reverent tone. “Like warm honey I want to taste everywhere.”

I wanted to say something, but when his mouth closed over my nipple, every word dissolved into a trembling moan. His tongue circled my most sensitive spot, alternating between gentle licks and the scrape of teeth, sending electric currents straight to my core.

My fingers tangled in his hair, not sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. The sensations were overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

“Blake… please…” I didn’t know what I was begging for, only that I needed more.

He seemed to understand, his hand beginning its journey downward–along my waist, over my stomach, finally reach desperately.

ere I needed him most

When his fingers brushed over my wet entrance, my entire body shuddered. His touch was both gentle and confident, knowing exactly how to make me open completely for him.

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Chapter 161

“So wet, he murmured against my ear, satisfaction thick in his voice. All for me.

I wanted to deny it, but when his finger slipped inside me, I could only release a shaky breath. Being filled, even just by his finger, gave me as indigeribbble sense of completion.

He began moving slowly, each thinst making me crave more. My body instinctively matched his rhythm, but suddenly he stopped, mischief Bathing on hy

eyes.

‘Not enough,” he said quietly, then dropped to his knees in front of me.

Before I could process what was happening, I felt his warm breath against my most sensitive spot. When his tongue made first contact, I jolted like F’d been electrocuted.

“Blake… My voice was nearly a whimper, fingers helplessly gripping the desk edge.

His tongue was skilled and focused, each stroke hitting exactly the right spot to drive me wild. I’d never imagined such a powerful Alpha would he so patient and gentle in pleasuring me–the contrast made me fall even deeper.

Just as I was about to reach my peak, he stopped, standing up and reaching for his belt.

“Now,” his voice was rough as a wild animal’s, “I’m going to make you completely mine.”

Knock knock knock.

Sharp, urgent knocking echoed from outside.

‘Fuck,‘ he cursed, freezing mid–motion.

The knocking

came again, more insistent this time.

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