The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- CELINE Zarek must have left them, and the truth was that the longing to see him grew stronger and stronger in my heart.

I dressed and looked at myself in the mirror.

The tight corset defined my waist and lifted my breasts in the square neckline.

The slightly off-the-shoulder sleeves left my shoulders half-bare.

The airy, beautiful dress fell softly to the floor.

"You should let your braid down and wear your hair loose; you can tie a ribbon." Iwas even surprised to hear Camilla's timid voice, not being used to her speaking to me.

I listened to herit was obvious she had more style than I did.

The truth is, Ihad always been a bit of a tomboy, but now I wanted to look beautiful for him.

I fastened the black lace choker around my neck and looked at myself in the mirror, satisfied.

"You did well," I said, trying to ease our relationship, and finally, I stepped out of the room.

As my steps carried me down the plush carpeted hallway, my fists trembled slightly, and I didn't know where to place my hands.

Then I saw him.

He was waiting for me at the landing before going downstairs, and when he turned, his longing gaze met my anxious one.

Sometimes, I couldn't believe that this strikingly handsome and fiercely ---- masculine male belonged to me alone.

Dressed in black, his tunic embroidered with silver threads, and his dark hair contrasting against his pale skin.

His untamed ruby eyes raked over me intensely, his desire hitting me like molten lava, and his aura wrapped around me possessively as he strode toward me with powerful steps.

"Tf I only say you look beautiful, it would be a complete lie," he murmured, taking my waist and pulling me close to his body, caressing my chin with his other hand, lifting my face as he lowered his own.

"Baby, I never thought I'd say this, but thank the Goddess for creating something so perfect for me.

Celine, you have no idea how much I desire you," and then his mouth descended to wreak havoc on mine.

His finger parted my lower lip, sliding his tongue in deeply.

My breath came in ragged gasps as his mouth devoured me, sucking and licking, pressing me tightly against the hard muscles of his chest.

"Fuck, I need to control myself," he muttered in frustration, and I felt the pulse of his arousal against my stomach.

"Tonight, leave the door open." "And if I close it? If I don't want to open it for you?" I teased, raising an eyebrow with a mix of seduction and rebellion.

That sinful smirk that melted me appeared at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in, the tip of his tongue slowly and deliciously licking my upper lip.

"Trust me, baby, you're going to want to leave it open.

And if you do, it's because you're accepting everything that happens behind that door," he whispered.

Our breaths mingled heavily, the primal desire thick between us.