finally bared to his watchful stare.
Eyes burn with lust as he looks at my neatly trimmed pussy, and his mouth crashes down on me before his tongue laps at my folds. The sensation has my hips undulating against his ministrations as he teases and taunts with his lips. He fucks into me with his tongue, opening my body to him.
I try to move, to shift, but I can’t. His hold on me keeps me steady. The mattress beneath me is soft, the material silky against my fevered skin. Lycan’s gaze locks on mine, and the view of this strong, powerful man eating me like I am his final meal sends my mind to the abyss of pleasure as my head falls back and I cry out. My legs tremble on either side of his face as his stubble tickles my inner thighs.
“Look at me, little red,” Lycan commands from his kneeling position, causing me to snap my gaze to his. “Good girl.” Two words send pride through me, and I can’t stop smiling down at him. “Are you ready to take my cock in this pretty little cunt?”
“Yes, please?” Another plea. Another poignant admission of just how much I do want him. “Please, Lycan.”
“Good,” he praises before rising to his feet. With his mouth wet from my arousal, he grips my hair, tugging me forward until my lips are on his. The taste of my pleasure coats my tongue as I dance it along his lower lip.
With a quick kiss, he releases me, and I watch as his slacks are shoved to the floor along with his boxer briefs. His cock, thick and angry, juts out toward me. A gasp tumbles from my mouth when he fists himself in one hand, causing the tip to weep with pleasure.
“Taste it,” Lycan whispers, and I obey easily. No is fight left inside me because all I crave is him. My lips wrap around his shaft, the saltiness of his cum mingled with the taste of me has my body aching to be owned.
“Please fuck me,” I beg shamelessly because there is no longer any room for being shy or playing innocent. Because around Lycan, I’m not. I’m his, and I want him to know that. The thought of running from him before our wedding has left my mind, and now all I can think of is him inside me.
He doesn’t need me to ask him twice. Seconds later, he’s hovering over me, my legs spread around his waist, and the wetness of his tip nudges my entrance. His gaze holds mine, waiting for the moment I’m filled, and I don’t wait long.
His hips move as he thrusts inside my entrance, the thickness of him stretching me almost painfully, causing me to cry out as bliss fills my lungs, and electricity sparks my nerves. Every inch of me is alight with pure lust.
“Fuck,” Lycan growls, lowering his forehead to my shoulder, his hands bunching the sheets beneath me as he grits his teeth. “You’re so fucking tight, little red,” he murmurs along the nakedness of my shoulder, the heat of his breath fanning along my skin. “My cock is going to be forever etched inside you.”
“Yes,” I hiss out my response as Lycan pulls out slowly, then slams back in. My back arches as euphoria slams into me like a tidal wave, sending me to the precipice. I’m on the edge, waiting to leap into the abyss. His movements are slow and controlled, but I dig my nails into his shoulder, dragging them down his back until I reach his hips. I grip them tight, pulling him deeper into me as I lift my ass from the mattress.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re a bad fucking girl.”
A giggle escapes me. Lycan’s movements hasten. He pulls out and drives back in, his cock hitting so deep inside me it’s almost painful. I crave more though, and when I arch once more, his one hand grips my throat so tight, I see stars. He doesn’t choke me harshly, but as his fingers dig into either side of the slender column, I find pleasure, and my body awakens with newfound release as I soak his cock with my arousal.
“That’s it,” Lycan coos, still gripping my neck with a dangerous hold. His lips feather along my cheeks before he reaches my ear. “Come on my dick again while I choke the breath out of you.” The command sends me over that cliff-edge, and I fly into the darkness as