The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 469

AMARA

The obscene sounds had long since filled the room.

Beof panted over my clit, his mouth open against my sex, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

I could feel his beastly canines growing, but he always made sure not to hurt me.

Staring at the ceiling, my whole body trembled, still lingering in the blissful haze of my orgasm.

But my horny lycan had grown tired of playing. Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted.

"Aah, Beof!" I gasped, clinging to him, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist.

His massive muscles set me on fire, those tattoos blending into his skin…

We kissed again, his lips stained with my taste. It felt strange and filthy.

I let him slide his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine.

"Amara… Mmm…" My name on his lips sounded like pure glory.

How many nights had I dreamed of him? How many times had I touched myself imagining it was Beof?

He sat me on his lap, straddling him, as he pulled his shirt over his head and broad shoulders. I felt him kicking off his pants.

That hard length instantly settled between my folds, making me sigh.

By the Goddess, he was huge. It looked aggressive—thick, veined, throbbing, the head red like a ripe strawberry, and mmm… I loved strawberries that tasted like rain.

I moaned in my mind, soaking his manhood even more.

I wasn’t scared—damn, I was so fucking turned on. And even if it hurt, my repressed virgin self wanted to take that cock whole, even if I cried afterward.

"Move on me… shhh… just like you did with my mouth, baby, grind on my cock, it’s all yours, Amara… forever… shhh…" he urged, voice dripping with lust.

His hands gripped my ass, forcing me to move over him, rubbing our sexes together.

"…Ah, ah, fuck, yes, just like that, baby, just like that… Aahh, Goddess, so fucking good, faster, baby, more… shhh… Amara… Amara…"

We lost ourselves in the friction. Beof roared, and I moaned, kissing each other like mad, my breasts rubbing against his pecs, the bed creaking beneath us.

His rough hands commanded me to ride him, and I followed instinctively, driven by my darkest desires.

Beof fell backward onto the mattress, leaving us almost lying down. His cock moved too fast, teasing me at all my sweetest spots at once.

I felt his hand at my core, exploring, groping, spreading me open. The other hand grabbed that massive shaft, aiming it at my entrance.

"Amara, this is your last chance to say no, baby… mmm… after this, there's no going back… I won’t be able… to stop… Fuck, I don’t even know if I can now… shhh…"

The tip nudged between my folds, and I immediately felt the stretch—wider than anything I’d ever known.

I moaned into his lips, though not from pain… not yet.

"I want to be yours, Beof, my love. I want to be your mate…" I cradled his strong face in my hands, obsessing over the short beard, those sensual lips, and the intense blue eyes that told me so many things.

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