The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 243

SIGRID

A deep growl escaped my throat as I threw my head back, lost in ecstasy and lust.

My legs were spread wide open, feet pointed in the air while possessive, rough hands gripped my thighs, and a lascivious mouth devoured my pussy.

“Silas… aahhh… wait…” I pleaded for mercy.

My clit was deliciously tortured between his teeth, his lips sucking and slurping with obscene sounds, his tongue dragging from my perineum, up and down my entire slit.

With my world plunged into darkness, all I could do was surrender to the unrestrained, dark desires this man made me feel.

“Mmmmnn,” I bit my lip, embarrassed by how I was screaming like a whore, but the heat overtook me.

Then I felt his fingers parting the tender folds, exposing my pink, glistening entrance completely.

The tip of his tongue traced circles around it without entering, teasing me again and again, pulling desperate moans from my lips, making me arch my hips, offering myself—touch me inside!

“Sshh, like that, Silas, just like that… aahhh so good… more, my Silas… more…” He plunged into me all at once, flexible, skilled, experienced—inside and out, inside and out…

My walls clenched frantically from the overwhelming pleasure, my nectar dripping from my slit, and those eager lips kissed my pussy deeply.

I could hear his heavy breathing, the obscene, wet sounds of his mouth feasting, his muffled groans against my sex. His rough hands squeezed my ass, spreading me open with his fingers.

His short hair brushed against my mound as he moved between my thighs, his nose stimulating my clit, and other times, he sucked it between his demanding lips.

I wouldn’t last long against this onslaught—Silas was a master at pleasure.

My legs trembled from the tension in the air. I brought my hands to my bare breasts, groping them the way he would.

I twisted my hardened nipple, smacking my own flesh, while below, my pussy was being fucked so fucking good by two fingers and a relentless tongue—fast, merciless, right where I needed to explode.

“Ahhh, faster…! Silas… my Silas… fuck me there, right there, aaahhh!” I lifted myself slightly, propped on one elbow, the fire consuming my insides and my mind.

I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair, one foot bracing against the floor while the other dug into the tense muscles of his back. My hips started moving up, offering my dripping cunt for him to ravage.

I pushed him against me with frenzy, my magic spilling wildly, feeling his darkness engulfing me completely, caressing my skin, my breasts—wrapping us both in the ecstasy of sharing our passion.

I moaned loudly, clenching my ass, my thighs shaking, my lower body suspended in the air—only to come with an intense orgasm, feeding him what I knew he craved so much.

I felt his dark desires, his possessiveness, his obsession with me, and it drove me to another level of madness.

He cradled my ass in his large hands, holding me, supporting me as I came hard with my eyes shut tight.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I gasped for air, breathing heavily through my mouth, my skin slick with sweat.

“Silas… Mmm,” my tongue tasted him—the erotic flavor of my own pussy still on his mouth. I sucked on his lips and kissed him deeply.

Silas immediately responded, frenzied, aroused, desperate.

Grabbing my hair to control me, he dominated the kiss, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exchanging saliva and moans, visceral desires.

My curious hands slid down his rock-hard abdomen, his sweat-slicked skin under my fingertips.

I reached the edge of his rough pants, palming the massive outline beneath.

My silver-haired man let out a deep growl into my mouth when I started stroking him, kneading up and down, feeling the fabric bunch up, wet from his lust—the pulse of that thick, throbbing cock trembling under my teasing, inexperienced touch.

Silas made me feel so womanly, so confident, so fucking sexy—he responded to me with such raw intensity, so real, so authentic.

Sometimes, I feared I wouldn’t be enough for him. He had been with so many females—what hadn’t he done or seen? But none of it was by his own will, and with me, he surrendered because he wanted to.

“My lady… you don’t… you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do anything… I’ll take care of you…” He caught my hand when I pulled at the laces and buttons, slipping straight to touch him skin-to-skin.

“Why not?” I grabbed the nape of his neck, forcing him to lean in, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered seductively:

“I want to touch you too, my Silas.”