The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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202, LOVE SPELL

SIGRID

“What the hell is happening to Electra’s body?!”

In the middle of the night, the temperature started to rise, burning

my skin all over.

It felt like a volcano erupting in my belly.

My nipples were sensitive, and my vulva kept contracting and

releasing juices nonstop; I was aroused, like a she-wolf in heat—

but this wasn’t even my real body!

What was going on?

“Damn pervert!” I screamed inside as | sifted through the mess of

her memories and realized what spell Electra had cast on herself.

She’d invented it to increase libido and fertility —basically, to fuck

like a bitch for days with her slaves and boost the chances of

getting pregnant.

Ttried to neutralize the desire running through my veins, but it

was overwhelming. I needed to release at least once, or I felt like

I’d die from the pain and cramps in my vagina, which was

screaming to be penetrated and filled with a man’s essence.

Istarted by touching my breasts, trying not to wake Silas, or I’d

die of embarrassment.

My hands began to massage them over the long shirt I was.

wearing, but it wasn’t enough.

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“Mmmnn,” 1 bit my lower lip hard, pushing the fabric aside and

touching my breasts directly, pinching my hard nipples, twisting

them, and squeezing the tender flesh.

Imoved my thighs together, seeking friction, the folds contracting

and itching.

“Mmmm, lustful witch!” No matter how much I cursed her, I was

the intruder in her body.

My hand slithered down as if it had a life of its own, slipping inside

the dampened panties.

My fingers began to play with the tense clit, hissing and gasping

escaping my lips.

“Please, don’t let Silas hear me, don’t let him hear me,” I repeated,

but I couldn’t stop; my mind could only think about sex, about

pleasure.

T stroked between my swollen vaginal lips, up and down, coating

my fingers in sticky fluids, rubbing my clit fast, pressing and

pinching it, moving it everywhere with perverse delight.

A finger slid inside me, making me bury my face sideways into the

pillow.

My damp lashes fanned across my face, full of desire and sick lust.

“ahhh, sshhh, mmmm,” I started pumping in and out—one

finger, two fingers, three fingers like hooks, fast and slippery.

I fought not to thrust my pelvis forward, the pleasure building in

my belly, my vagina vibrating, air rushing out between my lips,

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forcibly shut.

“Mmmmmm,” I trembled, holding back the rough moan as I

spilled between my legs.