The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 242

Being unable to see and only relying on hearing and touch made me a little anxious. I could have spied on him with magic, but I chose not to—I would follow his will.

Suddenly, thin, cold, and dry lips brushed against mine.

I felt the wetness of his tongue gliding along my lower lip, and a gasp escaped my mouth when he captured it and sucked it between his teeth.

Our bodies burned with excitement, my trembling hands clenched against his chest.

I parted my lips and felt his move over mine—possessive, slow, delicious, wet, sensual.

One of his hands gripped the back of my neck, controlling me, while the other remained over my eyes, keeping me blind.

His tongue pushed in to explore, to claim me, and I met him halfway, caressing him with my own.

We had done far more shameless things before, yet this kiss felt so intimate.

“Mmmm,” I moaned and hissed, suppressing my desire.

I tilted my head to deepen it, urging him to devour me harder, more passionately. My hands grasped his shoulders, holding him against me.

My magic slipped free, intertwining with his—the best way to heal him was through physical exchange.

Shifting my position, I tried to straddle him, but he abruptly pulled away from the kiss.

“Does it hurt? Oh, Goddess, forgive me. Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, my lady, it’s just… we… we should rest.”

What?

You kiss me like that, get me all worked up, and now you want to rest?

The worst part was that I could feel the hard bulge pressing against my knee. He wanted me too. I knew exactly why he was stopping.

“I don’t want to rest. Didn’t you ask for a reward? Then I’ll give it to you.”

“I-I already got my reward… I never imagined my lady would let me kiss her lips.”

“Silas…” I reached to remove his hand.

“No!” he suddenly growled, losing control.

“I don’t want it to be like this! You say it doesn’t matter to you, but it does to me. I don’t want you to see me like this—to remember me this way.”

“Silas, this isn’t my real body either. How do you think I feel?”

“You are beautiful. I know you must be even more beautiful in your real body. I’ve dreamed of you, my lady. I’ve made love to you so many times in my mind. You… you are perfect, and I…”

“And what about like this?” I interrupted, waving my hand in the air.

The fire’s light extinguished completely, plunging us both into darkness.

Like witches, he had good sight in the dark, but I lowered my head and tore a strip of fabric from my skirt, tying it around my eyes.

“I won’t use magic to see. Is this better for you? Just feeling—no sight.”

I hadn’t even finished speaking when his hands pulled me forcefully against him, lifting me onto his lap, straddling his thighs. A desperate, hungry mouth crashed against mine.

I shifted into a better position over him, and my pussy trembled with lust as I aligned myself right above that hard erection.

Memories flooded back into my mind.

That thick shape, the veined, rigid shaft, the swollen, reddish tip with its slit glistening—I imagined him spilling inside me, filling me with his seed…

"Ahh, Silas, Silas…" I moaned his name, my hips instinctively rolling over his thighs, seeking the blissful friction between our sexes.

His mouth wreaked havoc on my breasts, moving from one to the other, sucking, licking, devouring, while the scent of sex and unrestrained desire filled the cave.

My back arched, and only fevered moans escaped my lips.

Silas growled like a beast in heat—I knew he was holding himself back, restraining the urge to throw me down and take me right then and there.

Suddenly, he seized me dominantly; the world spun around me, leaving me dizzy, clinging onto him for balance.

Silas laid me down carefully on the makeshift blanket, kneeling between my legs, his eager hands sliding up my skirt entirely.

He caressed my thighs with sinful reverence, exposing me to his intense, lascivious gaze.

I knew it—those powerful eyes could see me in the darkness.

His wicked fingers traced my inner thighs, grabbing the edges of my panties and pulling them snugly between the swollen petals of my pussy, dragging them up and down, making me moan in pleasure.

"Aahh," I arched, spreading my legs wider, lifting my hips—shhh, it felt so damn good. I wanted him to play with my clit, to make me scream in raw lust.

Then, I felt him slip inside my soaked underwear, and he began to torture that needy, aching spot—the one that was desperate for him to claim it.