The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 297

SILAS

The tiny pink slit parted slightly, dripping intoxicating honey that had me salivating.

The plump petals on the sides and her swollen, hard clit showed just how aroused she was.

The pads of my index and middle fingers stroked lustfully along the entire opening, gathering her fluids, watching her like a pervert.

My cock throbbed, trembling with the rigid clench of all my muscles.

“Mmmm…” A heated moan slipped from her lips as I started touching her virginal flower.

Up and down, without slipping into the tight entrance, just teasing her.

I circled her clit and pinched it lightly between my fingers, rolling it in slow circles.

“Silas…” She writhed in pleasure, calling my name. My eyes locked onto hers, glazed, damp with desire.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

I leaned over her and kissed her deeply, passionately, desperately.

My fingers explored and traced the soft folds of her pussy.

My mouth traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of fevered kisses.

My middle finger pressed in slowly, little by little, sinking into the heat of her cunt.

Sigrid’s entire body tasted like pure glory. I sucked and marked her, kissed her all over.

And as my finger began to move between the wet folds of her pussy, sliding in and out with the slick sound of her arousal, my mouth found her tender breasts, drowning in the pleasure of tasting them lasciviously until she was screaming in lust, begging for more.

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SIGRID

I felt like I was drowning in gasps and moans.

The memories of us making love in my mind couldn't compare to the real sensations coursing through my body.

“Aahh!” I moaned, turned on beyond reason. I tried to keep my lips shut, but I couldn't hold it in.

It was as if my mouth had a will of its own, just like my hips, now grinding upward with a white-haired head between them.

“Silas… mmm… aajahh,” I whimpered, lowering my hand to grip his hair, shoving him deeper against my pussy, which he was devouring like a starving man.

Goddess, so good, so fucking good, his tongue was eating me up so deep, fucking me with pure bliss. I could feel him swallowing everything I was giving him.

He alternated between licking and fucking me with his fingers.

At first, I felt weird, embarrassed, but now I didn’t want him to stop, not when his lips kept sucking my clit, his teeth nibbling at my folds, his growls vibrating inside my pussy.

It embarrassed me, but I loved it so much, the pleasure clouding my mind with growing arousal.

My belly felt heavy, my feet curled against the mattress, and my hardened breasts trembled, the pink tips wet with his saliva.

I was the one making him like this, his cock like burning steel, all for me. My desire overpowered my fear.

“Ssshhh, relax, my lady… mmmm… Sigrid… you’re so wet, my female… nmmm, so tight and delicious…” My body reacted to his growls and words.

Silas wasn’t one to talk much, not even in bed. Mmm, my ears were hotter than my pussy.

“Ggggrr Sigrid, just like that, baby, just like that… shhhh, open up for your male… ahhh, you’re killing me, sweetheart…”

His hips rolled sensually between my thighs. The tip of his cock slid in and out with ease.

I felt my walls loosening, the curious tingle of wanting more. I drowned in the lustful expression on his gorgeous, masculine face.

His breathing grew heavier, faster. His hand on my cheek tightened slightly, his eyes shut, his entire body tense.

Sweat dripped from his platinum hair. I knew how hard he was holding back, giving me time.

Then, suddenly, he pulled his cock out completely and thrust deep inside me, tearing through my hymen and taking my virginity.

The scream from my lips was muffled by his mouth. My claws sank into his tense, sweaty back.

His fingers dug into my hips, and his pelvis didn’t stop moving, slow and steady, but relentless. He thrust into me again and again. I bit his lower lip and tasted his blood.

His scent filled the air, mixing with the smell of the blood between my legs.

It hurt—fuck, it hurt—and that huge thing kept pushing deeper with every thrust.

“No, no, baby, don’t cry, Sigrid. It’s just for a moment, just for a moment, my love,” he murmured, kissing the few tears that had slipped from the corners of my eyes.