The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- I stepped into the room barefoot, the coal crackling in the enormous fireplace adorned with beautiful floral tiles, filling the space with warmth.

I stood before the full-length mirror near the vanity, drying my wet hair with a towel.

Without meaning to, without expecting it, my eyes wandered over my own naked body, revealed through the open robe.

My wounds healed faster than normal elementals, scars that I no longer bore.

So many beatings, so many lashes, so many punishing lessons, and yet they only remained in my memory.

My hands glided over my soft skin, searching for imperfections.

One thing led to another, and I found myself touching my breasts.

They were large, my greatest assets, extremely sensitivethe hardened nipples perked up instantly under my teasing fingers.

My other hand trailed down my stomach.

I stared at that place that hadnt been pleased in a long time, that hadnt been taken by a man who truly aroused me.

"Mmm..." Imoaned softly, pressing my clit.

I started moving in slow circles, shivering with pleasure.

Watching myself playing with my body in the mirror aroused me perversely.

Ispread my legs slightly, my fingers parting the soft petals where my arousal already gathered.

"Ssshhh, mmm..." I twisted my nipple, cupping my breast and squeezing it, my middle finger slipping into my soaked slit.

"Yesss...

mmm..." ---- I began pleasuring myself, my finger sliding in and out with ease, melting into the heat of my pussy, searching for the trigger to a quick orgasm.

My breath quickened, my gasps grew louder, my legs turning to jelly.

Ineeded support, so I paused for a second, only to continue on the bed.

My legs spread wide, feet curling at the edge of the mattress as two fingers deliciously fucked my dripping pussy.

Suddenly, the scent of bergamot flooded my mind, confusing my thoughts, igniting my lust even further.

My knuckles bumped against my swollen lips, the obscene wet sounds of my juices splashing with every thrust.

My mouth moaned, struggling to keep quiet.

Iwrithed on the bed, picturing a muscular body pressing me down, dominating me with his massive cock, fucking me into oblivion.

"Yesss...

Duke, more...

mmm...

give it to me harder...

ahh..." I was close, so close to the colorful clouds.

sek NARRATOR While our false Duchess was on the verge of touching the rainbow, the very man who owned her filthy fantasies was rising from the dining table like a furious beast, throwing his napkin onto the table.

"Say that again!" Elliot roared, enraged.

"The...

the Duchess said she...

she wouldnt be dining with you..." The poor servant nearly shat himself.

---- "We'll see about that..." Elliot growled through clenched teeth, storming out of the dining hall with powerful strides toward the second floor.

How dare she stand him up?! He climbed the stairs, striding down the corridor like a prowling wolf until he stopped in front of her door.

He gripped the doorknob furiouslythe entrance to a room he hadnt stepped into in over ten yearsand entered like what he was...

The master of the castle.

And, incidentally, the master of that wayward Duchess as well.