The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 328

ELLIOT

Rossella lowered her head, coughing a little and panting rapidly. I think I went too far.

“Let me see, did I hurt you? Wait, Rossella, no, don’t get up, I’ll kneel down…” I tried to stop her when she grabbed onto my legs and started to rise.

She wiped her swollen lips with her hand. I immediately checked to see if she was hurt.

“I… lost control, I didn’t…”

“It’s fine,” she took my finger, the one caressing her chin, and licked it, never breaking eye contact, making every inch of my body vibrate.

Her guttural voice, strained from how she had just used her throat, turned me on even more.

“Elliot, I… I asked you to stop because…”

She took another step forward; I was trapped against the edge of the tub.

“I want you to come right here,” she grabbed my cock and slipped it between her legs.

Due to the height difference, only the tip brushed against her slippery slit, but that was enough to make both of us hiss in pleasure.

“Would you mind if I asked you to fill me with your seed?”

Mmmm, stop talking to me like that, with that whorish tone that has my balls turning purple.

“Rossella…”

“Call me Duchess, I love my title. Say it… my Duchess,” she dragged the words between moans.

I feel like I’m losing control with this woman.

I grabbed her nape possessively and pulled her flush against me, our lips brushing, moaning into each other, our breaths hot and heavy.

My other hand slid down to her ass, squeezing it wildly.

Her hips rolled erotically against mine, her hand still between us, guiding my cock between her legs, pressing it against her slick folds.

Her clit throbbed, riding my hard length. Just teasing, fuck.

We were fucking standing up, only with passionate kisses, touches, and the friction of our soaked, desperate bodies—no penetration, yet it felt so damn good, so damn filthy.

“Aahhh,” she moaned into my face when my tip finally slipped inside her pussy, pushed in by her fingers.

Just the very beginning of the shaft, just a taste of her tight, dripping heat.

“Ssshhh, Duchess… mmmm, my Duchess… sshhh… spread your legs wider, I want to fuck your needy little pussy now. Fuck, I can’t take it anymore, I need to mount you… shhh, you’re mine… MINE!”

A beastly voice inside me confessed, my body surging forward, seeking to bury myself deeper, kissing and nipping at her neck, pressing her against me desperately.

“Elliot, take me… mmm, sit in the tub… aaahhh, sit down, I want to ride you… mmm… so hard…”

She started pushing against my chest, eager, needy, ready to give me exactly what I wanted. But something was wrong. Very wrong. I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t…

The very idea of claiming her, of finally taking her, sent my lust spiraling out of control.

I slid my hands up her back. No, no, no…! Large black claws had sprouted from my fingertips. I hid my face in the crook of her neck so she wouldn’t see, my canines lengthening like a beast.

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