"BETROTHED" ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Nine (Texts -2)

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'Yeah. I wanna know how.' I replied.

I was feeling odd and expecting. I wanted to know how and where. Never had I thought of being this curious. But with Shane, I felt like I had the right to discover more. I awaited his reply.

Three minutes passed by and he had not replied.
Just when I thought of texting again, he called. I picked up the phone call.

"Hello?" I said in a low voice.

"Hey." his voice came in low and husky whisper. It sent a cold feeling through my body.

"You're sleepy?"

"No. Just a little tipsy. Had a few glasses of wine."

Damn. His voice.

"oh, okay."

"I called so you could listen to me answer your question."

"Oh..."

"And forgive me, cuz I'm gonna use dirty language."

He was being direct.

"Um Shane, don't you think the few glasses you said you had are having an effect on you?"

"Sweetheart, with or without alcohol, I'm the same."

'Oh okay, sir.'

"Um, okay."

"Now, how exactly I wanna lick you and where..."

I gulped

"Yes?"

"I would take my time, Shayenne. I'd peel your clothes off. You– you'd have to be even more beautiful under me."

"Un– Under you?"

The question left my mouth as a whisper.

"Under me. And even on top of me, babe." he replied firmly. The tingle in between my legs increased.

"Once you're all naked, my tongue will taste every part of your body. Every hidden part."

I was silent. Continuously gulping and crossing my legs.

"Are you with me honey?" his voice was husky low.

"Yes I'm with you."

"Good. Shayenne, I'd make you discover a lot. You'd enjoy the things I'd do to you."

"What are those things?" I asked in a low, breathless voice. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. I wanted to hear every single thing.

"They're too much to list. It's annoying. I'm in my bed you're in yours. Shayenne, one of us is in the wrong place."

I felt my body heat up more. His voice was so sexy, so low, so manly, so husky.
We were both lost in far thoughts.

"Shane I–"

"Shh. Whenever I see you, I have that wild urge, a craving and need to fill you up, to hear you scream my name and have you dig your nails into my back."

I pressed my thighs together and bit my lip as my body tingles worsened.

"I want to taste your folds, Shayenne. I want you grinding on my tongue while I eat you out until you come like never before. I want to make love to you do bad..."

The tingles. My legs were shut so tight. Was this really happening? Was this Shane telling me all this? Damn. I was mad for this guy. I definitely loved him. He was probably drunk but I loved hearing what he was telling me.

But then, I thought of Sloane and my conscience came ruining.

"Shane I–"

"I know. Sloane. I'm kinda drunk and I probably won't remember anything I just told you but still, i had to let you know what I keep inside. I guess it's better that I forget when sober? Probably. But I'm happy you now know. I hope this won't make you try to avoid me again."

"No it won't..."

"I'm sorry. Just consider that whatever I told you this night was due to the effect of alcohol."

I felt a sudden sting. It hurt. But it was the truth. From his voice I could tell he was dead drunk. Maybe all he said was actually due to alcohol. I felt odd. But I guessed it was better? For Sloane's sake.

"It's alright."

"I'm sorry I just realized that I was talking to you. I feel horrible. I hope I haven't disgusted you. I hope you don't take me for–"

He stopped talking. Silence.

"Hello? Shane?"

I heard soft breathing and I could tell he'd fallen asleep on the phone. I smiled to myself.
I wondered why he'd drank so much. Anyway, though he'd said all that due to alcohol, as I wanted to believe, he'd made my night. Even if he would probably forget everything the next day.

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