The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 362

KATHERINE

"Shhh, this can't be... mmm, you're going to drive me insane, you shameless woman..." I heard him groan hoarsely as he lifted the edge of my nightgown, exposing my buttocks—and in the process, my intimacy.

Completely naked, no panties, all I had to do was spread my legs, and that mast would sink into me completely.

"Mmmm," I pressed my lips tightly to keep from letting out little whore-like sounds while Elliot kneaded my thighs and ass with those big hands of his.

He hissed in arousal, spreading them apart to probe my soaked slit with his fingers. This was so erotic—I loved having him drooling over me.

"Aah..."

"Spread your legs wider and lift your ass," he ordered relentlessly, his voice dripping with dominance, like a desperate beast.

"And what if I don't want to?"

SMACK!

"Ah!"

I moaned, turned on, as he slapped my ass in punishment, burning with need at his provocations, his fingertips running over my perineum, seeking my pussy.

"Don't play with me anymore, Duchess. Believe me, I'm at my limit. Open your legs for your man, right fucking now!" His dominant words burned my ears, his breath brushing against my thighs.

Elliot had leaned in close to my sex. I thought about teasing him further, but...

"Mmmm, Elliot..." I vibrated with pleasure, feeling the tip of his tongue licking my tender flesh, reddened from his spankings.

I folded my legs, resting on my knees.

I lifted my hips, raising my pelvis off the mattress, arching my back, exposing my pussy to his wild gaze, to his sinful mouth that sucked and nipped at me.

I stared at the ceiling, lost in lust.

My lashes fluttered, tingles running down my spine, his fingers parting my petals, and once again, that sweet sensation of his mouth devouring me, preparing me for him.

Elliot plunged his tongue inside, so long and flexible, so delicious. I could hear him panting and growling, kneeling behind my ass.

I tugged at the buttons of my robe, pulling them apart, exposing my large, hardened breasts that spilled free, brushing against the bed, my nipples aching, desperate for his attention.

"Aahhh... Elliot... mmmm...” The moans escaped my lips.

I spread my legs wider to welcome two fingers that began to impale me, masturbating me fast, deep, pumping into my pussy.

My hips rolled back. I said no with my mouth, but my entire body screamed for him to take me.

My folds yielded, stretching to accommodate his size, my pussy eager to swallow him whole.

My throat vibrated against his hand, still dominating me by the neck, while Elliot moved like an animal in heat over my body, driving his burning cock in and out to the hilt.

In the dim light, the fire from the fireplace cast his silhouette, moving above mine, sweating profusely, flexing with every thrust, groaning hoarsely against my hair.

His obsessive mouth always sought my nape, licking and nibbling, sucking and worshiping me.

I couldn’t form a coherent thought, only keep my legs spread for his assault, my fists clenched against the damp sheets, breathless moans spilling from my lips that wouldn’t stop screaming, begging for more and more…

His hands slid down the front of my torso, seizing my aching breasts, kneading them with lust, playing with my nipples between his fingers.

So many overwhelming sensations dragged me down the path of no return.

"Shhhh, I love these huge tits, you drive me insane, woman… mmmm… Next time, I want to cum between them… I want to suck them real good, just like I did with your pussy…"

"Aaahh, Elliot… Elliot, touch me harder, I want you fast… aahh…"

"Yes, yes, fuck, call my name, call me, my Duchess… ggrrr… my woman… my mate…"—his voice grew rougher, stranger, as his hips pounded into me, his cock hitting that spot that drove me wild.

Elliot seemed more beast than man, and instead of scaring me, it was turning me on like never before.