The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 257

SIGRID

A low moan slipped from my slightly parted lips, heat burning through me.

Something unbearably pleasurable disrupts my sleep, a wet, delicious sensation licking between the petals of my intimacy.

“Mmmm,” I writhe in the limbo between dreams and reality. It feels so good. Mmm, I want more.

I moan against a soft surface, my hands clutching at something plush beneath me. My legs spread, my ass tilts up.

I let rough hands grope and caress me, play with my clit, devour my wetness, drag me into sheer lust.

“Silas,” I murmur, calling his name.

A weight presses over me, my body held down, legs spread, hard muscles like steel pinning me in place, leaving me no choice but to wait and take it.

“Aaahh,” my eyes flutter open to reality, my mouth unable to stop moaning.

In my ear, I feel his restrained growl, his ragged breaths as he thrusts into me.

Something hard and pulsing, a scorching-hot shaft pushing through my folds, the mushroomed tip piercing and stretching me open bit by bit.

He starts moving in and out of my pussy, sensual, smooth, deep—so hot and sexy.

I feel the tightening of his powerful abs against my ass, his elbows braced beside my head, his chest trembling against my back.

A sinful mouth kisses my nape with passion, marks my shoulders, traces down my spine.

“Mmmm… so good…” Goddess, I can’t stop moaning, needy, trapped beneath the body of my elemental.

I love his possessiveness, his demanding hands, the intensity of his feelings.

“Silas, my Silas, mmm…” I lift my head and arch my back, drunk on lust. I'm on a bed—I don’t recognize anything, only that my man is making love to me.

Sunlight filters into the room, illuminating us.

Our glistening skin, sweating, moaning, panting—him over my back, thrusting into me, each movement faster, more urgent.

He slams into the soft sheath that welcomes his deep strokes, his thick, powerful cock fucking it fast, hard, stretching it, pleasuring it…

… Ssshh, I want him to come hard, to fill me with his masculinity, to push him to the limits of pleasure.

The bed begins to shake, creaking as the passion turns ravenous.

Silas’s fingers lace with mine over the sheets, his grip tight, his growl like a wolf in heat rumbling against my body.

We moan feverishly, the climax nearing. I feel his heavy balls swinging, slapping with every hammering thrust.

I want to see him. I need to see him.

“Silas, I love you… I love you so much… I always will… always…” I confess with all my soul, my hand tangling in his hair, yanking his head back, exposing his throat.

Silas lets me. Our passion shakes the room, filled with moans, the sharp, rhythmic pounding of the bed, the slap of skin against skin growing faster, wilder.

I lower my mouth and, right at the brink of ecstasy, sink my teeth deep into the side of his neck, breaking the skin, savoring his sweet blood.

This isn’t my real body, but I want to mark him so damn badly.

I want everyone to know that this damned villain is mine, and I’ll defend him with my life—against anyone, against fate, even against my own family.

His roar of release echoes in my ear, thick semen flooding the depths of this body. I groan, coming undone in a scorching, mind-shattering orgasm that devours every last shred of reason.

My pussy clenches in violent spasms, milking him, draining every last drop of his seed.

I'm not afraid—I cast a restrictive spell just in case. Electra won’t get pregnant by Silas. No one has that right, only my real body.

He clings to me, holding me tight, driving in to the hilt one last time, growling in satisfaction. My lips wrap around the bite mark, my tongue laving over the deep wounds.

With love. I don’t want him to feel pain—only pleasure and freedom in my arms.

We take a few moments to recover, loving each other in silence, fingers tracing over sweat-damp skin.

At last, Silas leans forward, lowering me onto the bed, his weight settling over me.