The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 661

Flora's POV:

Warren carried me all the way back to his dorm room.

Right after returning from the border, Warren applied for a room of his own. His previous roommate, Harry, was too noisy and he liked to eat midnight snacks. Warren, who was usually good at taking care of his body, would be tempted and would end up eating snacks with him.

After gaining five pounds, Warren decided that enough was enough. He moved out and got a single room.

Warren gently placed me on the bed.

Without thinking too much, he took off his jacket and shirt, revealing his well-defined, sexy muscles.

But I had a sinking feeling about this. I wrapped my arms around myself protectively and shouted, "What the hell are you doing? I'm pregnant!"

Warren ignored my protests and sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed my arm and took my coat off.

Panic-stricken, I couldn't think straight. He forced a kiss on me just moments earlier. Was he turned on and now he wanted more?

"Stay away from me! Or else I'll scream!" I squeezed my eyes shut and started screaming, flailing my arms desperately.

Unexpectedly, Warren didn't say anything, nor did he touch me again.

I thought he had given up, so I cracked one eye open to peek at him. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with a doting smile.

His smile made me feel flustered. I quickly put on a serious expression and demanded, "Why are you smiling like that? We're not that close."

Warren chuckled and straightened the cherry hair pin on my head. Then, without any warning, he lay down beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

"You're sleeping here. You're not allowed to go anywhere tonight."

I struggled a little, but failed. Warren wasn't using much strength, but I was still pinned to the spot.

Warren climbed on top of me. He touched the sweat on my forehead and said gently, "I've done some research after I found out about your little secret. Pregnant women are said to be very sensitive. Don't cry. Do you want me to help you?" "But I'm pregnant..." I whimpered, wanting to refuse. But desire clouded my reason.

Warren chuckled, lowered his head, and kissed the tip of my nose. Then, when he saw that I wasn't trying to stop him, he kissed me on the lips.

His gentle kisses made my heart melt.

I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his waist, trying to rub my lower body against his crotch.

"What's the rush, honey?" Warren pulled away slightly.

I looked at him, cheeks aflame from embarrassment mixed with desire. I could feel myself getting wetter as his hand stroked that area gently.

"Honey, you are so wet. Let me help you with that," Warren whispered in my ear. Without warning, his fingers went straight inside me and began to move in and out slowly.

I felt timid but happy and finally gave vent to my feelings.