Fateweaver 1 by Dante King

Author:Dante King [King, Dante]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 15

I stumbled forward as Belle pulled me toward the front counter of the butcher’s shop.

Sensations I hadn’t felt in forever washed over me. The curve of her chest against me, the taste of her mouth as it pressed hungrily against mine. The sudden rush of blood to all kinds of different places overwhelmed me.

She bumped up against the edge of the counter. I didn’t stop kissing her for a second, and her hands roamed up over my neck to my hair. Belle’s strong fingers curled against my scalp as we kissed, and I drowned myself in her taste, the feeling of her body.

My hands drifted up from her hips, and up her lean, strong sides to her gorgeous bust. She trembled under my touch and pulled away for a moment. Her whisper in my ear sent lightning straight down my spine.

“I haven’t done this in forever,” Belle breathed.

“I can’t say I have, either,” I said in a husky tone.

She let out a small moan of appreciation as my palms came to rest over the top of her neckline. “Good. That means that I can teach you. Unless you’re a virgin—”

I tightened my grip just enough to tear another moan out of her and kissed my way past her mouth and down her jaw. Belle arched her spine as my mouth found the hollow between her neck and shoulder. Her grip around my neck and hair tightened as I gently worked over the muscle of her shoulder with my mouth.

Old instincts died hard, even if they were lost to memory, and I made my way down over her collarbone to the curve of her breasts. Belle’s hands jumped down to the buttons of my waistcoat between us, but she struggled with the buttons as my hands slid around to the ties of her dress on her back.

We struggled for playful dominance, but I got there first, tearing open the bindings that held the corset of her dress together. I let it drop to the countertop and caught hold of the shoulders of her gown with my fingertips.

Belle let out a small grunt of frustration as her fingers slipped again, and I pushed her back against the counter a little more firmly. My mouth slid down over her breasts, and a second later, they were in my hands.

I kissed her slowly, torturously, and felt her nipples grow firm under the touch of my tongue. The sound of frustration washed away with another growl of need. Belle’s hands slipped down off my waistcoat, finding their way to my belt. I didn’t stop kissing and squeezing her for a single second.

She pressed her hips firmly against mine for a moment, and another moan washed out of her mouth as she felt how hard I was.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Charlie—”

I caught her under her hips and lifted her straight up onto the countertop. Belle’s protest vanished as I kissed her again.

The butcher’s daughter didn’t protest as I eased her backward, and she let herself fall down onto the benchtop.

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