The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 244

SIGRID

I yanked his pants down, letting them roll down his thighs, imagining that delicious cock springing free with a jolt.

My curious fingers traced over the slick opening, feeling a thick, slippery liquid dripping down my hand.

Silas growled, hissing with arousal against the hollow of my neck.

I started stroking him up and down, slow, delicious, squeezing as if it were my pussy enveloping him.

“Do you like it? Mmmm… am I doing it right?”

“Yes… yes… ssshhhh… faster…” he panted urgently, his hips hammering forward and back, following the movements of my wrist.

He lifted his head, attacking my lips—fierce, uncontrolled.

Our breaths mingled in ragged pants, my hand working him up and down, while Silas’s hands grabbed my ass, pulling me forward.

In an instant, I lost control of the situation.

“Close your thighs… sshhh now!” he ordered like a wild beast. I obeyed, and something hot and hard slid between the tender flesh, violating them—reckless, relentless.

Silas kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kneeling in front of him, chest to chest.

I felt the pounding of his hips slamming against mine, his fingers digging into my ass while his cock thrust desperately between my thighs, rubbing against my dripping, needy sex.

“My lady… my lady… I can’t take it anymore… I need you… I need you now…” he groaned breathlessly, his whisper brushing my lips.

“Yes, yes… take me, Silas, take me…” was all I could say amidst the overwhelming sensations and emotions.

He laid me down on the blanket, and I immediately spread my legs for him, offering myself, feeling the weight of his masculine body pressing down on me.

His breath tangled with my own gasps, our hearts galloping wildly like untamed horses.

When his smooth, swollen tip began tracing between my pulsing folds, seeking the burning entrance, for the first time, I felt a flicker of fear.

I had never done this before—Electra had, but I hadn’t. By instinct, and fearing a pain that would never come, I started getting nervous.

I swallowed hard, my clenched fists gripping the “blanket.”

“Shhh, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid… I will never hurt you, never,” his deep, sensual voice caressed my soul in the darkness.

He entered me slowly, inch by inch, my reddened folds stretching, yielding to accommodate his size. I threw my head back, a deep moan escaping my throat as he impaled me.

My damp lashes fluttered against the worn fabric beneath me.

Silas hissed against my breasts before sucking them into his sinful mouth, while below, his hips moved sensually—slow, deep, in and out, in and out…

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