The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 220

220.

PLAYING WITH THE BEASI SIGRID Mmm, yes, yes, just like that...

mmm, Silas, faster, more...

BAM! The loud thud of a door slamming open made me freeze even more than the ice floating in the tub.

I turned, stunned, to find I'd been completely caught.

Goddess bless, I was even moaning his name while imagining it was his fingers touching me! My lady, I brought the ice you requested, he announced as he walked in, closing the door behind him like he hadn't seen a thing.

Good, was all I managed to say, turning my back to him and sinking into the water until it nearly covered my nose.

My short hair floated on the surface like black seaweed.

Aaahhh, how embarrassing! No, no, no...

I'm Electra, I'm bold and shameless.

This is nothing.

I can't panic over a little sexual slip-up.

Suddenly, hands slipped into the cold water, gently gathering my soaked hair into a high bun.

Silas had knelt behind me, leaning against the wooden edge, his body outside the tub.

---- I swallowed hard, closing my eyes, saying nothing, just hugging my bent knees to my chest, trying to resist the waves of wild desire crashing over me.

Cold and suffocating heat battled within me; I tried to focus on mundane thoughts, but every one of my senses zeroed in on the rough touch of his fingers against my neck.

My breathing grew heavier and heavier; I pressed myself against the edge of the tub, craving his closeness.

felt his hot breath fall against my collarbone.

He secured my hair high, tightening it into his fist.

His grip was gentle now, but I knew he could fully control the movements of my head if he wanted.

I let him do whatever he pleased; I couldn't resist, even if I tried.

I was drowning in the delicious scent of darkness from his magic.

Through half-closed eyes, I saw his hand move forward, reaching around my body.

My breasts were practically exposed; the water barely covered them, and my chilled, tightened nipples peeked above the surface, aching for his calloused hands to touch thembut Silas didn't even graze them.

I watched him slip his hand between my legs, which I immediately spread.

Goddess, as if my body wasn't screaming already! ---- I was practically roaring with every movement that I needed him to touch me, urgently.

I should've screamed at him to leave, held firm to my goals, but all my mouth could manage was a breathless moan when his fingers brushed my vulva for just a second.

Silas, what are you doing...? I scolded him, my voice nasal, needy.

But he had only reached for a chunk of the ice floating in the tub.

No, no, keep touching me! can your ladyship do transformation magic? He whispered hoarsely in my ear.

What? Yes, yes, of course...

but...

Can you turn this chunk of ice into whatever I want? I didn't understand where he was going with this.

was ready to jump him, and he wanted to do magic now? silas...

fine, yes...

I answered, resigned and frustrated.

Just think really hard about what you want it to become.

I reached out and placed my hand over his, the one holding the chunk of ice. It wasn't small.

He turned it to the flat edge and began running it up and down, playing with the hardened nub.

His hot tongue licked the shell of my ear, slipping in and out, sucking, groaning hoarsely and excitedly right in my ear.

My chest rose and fell faster and faster; the dagger stopped teasing my breast and slid upward over my goosebumped skin between the curves, across my sternum, to my collarbone.

My heart pounded wildly, breaths spilling from my mouth in quick gasps as the ice tip brushed my carotid.

He only needed to press a little harder, and this body could bleed out in seconds.

Twas a witch, not immortal or indestructible.

Yet, I did nothing to stop himI just exposed myself, surrendered to his hands, gave him the control he was silently begging for.

---- I can't explain why.

I can't understand the reasons.

go beautiful, a strange, hoarse voice whispered in my ear.

The thick darkness of his magic seeped through my pores, making me tremble, hovering above the water and diving deep into my bath.

I knew he was losing his mind over my submission, that allowing this was driving him insane with pleasure, pushing him to the edge of twisted ecstasy, our madness resonating together.

Through Electra's eyes, I stared at the ceiling full of paintings, my lips gasping, as the frozen tip climbed higher and higher, inch by inch, up my neck, over my jaw, my chin, and finally caressed my mouth.

At the same time, lustful kisses, possessive sucks, and deep bites assaulted my skin.

Heat and cold, danger and sex, desire, passion, and darkness.

Change the shape again, he moaned in my ear, and I felt like his slave.

lifted my trembling hand and pressed it over his.

The ice dagger morphed into a shape far too suggestive.