The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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SAY YOU ARE MINE KATHERINE He was out of control, his dangerous canines grazing against my breasts.

I knew he wouldnt stop until I gave him what he needed.

"Mmm, no, not here, darling.

Im too close to the door...

Vorath...

sshhh, wait, my wolf..." Ipleaded as two fingers plunged inside me, in and out, in and out...

I could feel my own fluids splattering between my thighs; his mouth latched onto my neck, hot and desperate.

Baby, I need to fuck you now.

Fuck, I need it!" Elliot growled, half -beast, half-man.

His rock-hard cock rubbed against my belly, his rough, calloused hands gripping my ass.

"Unfasten my breeches and take my cock outI'll carry you, Kath, please..." he panted against my mouth, our foreheads pressed together, sweat beading between us.

The heat of desire was.

melting our restraint.

"Come, come," I urged, pushing him as best I could.

Still touching me, he let me drag him toward the piano.

I turned my back to him and hiked up my skirt with total indecency, holding it at my waist.

My ass and sex were covered only by my damp, twisted panties, which I swiftly yanked off myself, letting them pool around my ---- ankles over my boots.

"Come, take me, mark me as you wish.

Im yours, Vorath, Elliot, I'm yours...

mmm," I moaned, bending over the piano, spreading my legs.

I felt his predatory gaze on my exposed heat, which I opened wider with my fingers just for them.

The desperate sound of buttons being torn open echoed behind me, the whisper of fabric brushing against his skin.

My stomach clenched in anticipation.

Goddess, my pussy lips throbbed at the mere thought of what was coming.

T moaned, tossing my head back and arching my spine, pushing my ass higher, feeling the firm tip of his cock stroke up and down, painting along my slit, smearing our arousal together.

"Aaammmnn..." muffled my cry with my hand as I was impaled deliciouslyby that thick, maddening cock.

Tbraced against the closed piano, my elbows pressing into the polished wood.

My breasts, nearly spilling from my dress, rubbed against the cool surface, my sensitive nipples teasing against it with each thrust.

Elliot fucked me so well, my mind felt drunk on pure ecstasy.

He pressed his chest against my back, one hand gripping my throat possessively, making me tremble with every deep stroke.

Two fingers slid into my mouth, and I sucked them eagerly, like a desperate whore, like I always did when this lycan devoured me and drowned me in the filthiest pleasure.