The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 262

262: Everything

Lucas watched as Lylah threw her head back, arching against the stone ground, her wet, swollen lips parted in ecstasy, eyes dreamy with a bead of tears of pleasure clinging to the corners.

Sexy. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of this sight.

She was bare, naked, trembling in his hold. Her pale skin bore the red marks of the Grand Lord of the realm, who now had his head buried between her parted legs.

Even the rushing sound of the waterfall barely drowned out the sound of her moans.

Her fingers dug into his scalp as one of his hands trailed along her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He squeezed her nipple a little harder while shoving a third finger into her.

She convulsed, thighs tensed. She glanced down at him, lips parted in a silent scream as she exploded.

He groaned against her folds, tasting the sweetest part of her, her sensitive nub caught between his teeth.

He took every drop of it. Damn intoxicating.

Then he trailed his wet, warm tongue over her stomach, up to the swell of her soft breasts, to her jaw, and finally to her mouth, making sure she tasted what he missed so damn much.

She moaned at the taste. His fingers tangled in her hair.

He savored how warm her mouth felt. Never thinking he’d ever get enough of it. He pulled away, letting her catch her breath.

“I love you.” He leaned down to kiss her again, strong hands firm on her body, guiding her legs to wrap around his torso. Her hand trailed along his firm, muscular body that effortlessly made her wet and craving.

“I love you too,” she whispered, kissing his jaw. Then she felt it–the press of his erected member against her throbbing

entrance.

He thrustin, slow and gentle, savoring the stretch of her walls, the warm pull, and the sound of his name slipping from her lips, Lucas’s hips rose as he pulled back to the tip and then dropped again, thrusting deeper, fuller.

“Oh God, Lucas.”

The pace was driving her insane. The gentleness felt different, pleasing. It was as though he was building something stronger between them. Teasing, yet amazing.

“This, Lylah…” he said, “us… we were meant to be. Do you understand?”

“Yes… ah… I’ve always been yours.”

“What do you want then? What do you desire?” His voice was husky beside her ear.

“You… all I want is you. All of you.”

“Good girl.”

One of his hands lifted to hold her jaw so their eyes would lock. He kept moving, thrusting even deeper, still maintaining that gentle, mind–blowing pace.

“You drive me mad, mate. Haunt me even in sleep. And gods help me, I love the fucking torment.”

His words felt like they were branding her heart.

“Say you belong to me. I need to hear it. Now.”

She was too lost in the pleasure, her mind too far gone to process a response. He gave a sudden hard thrust. Her body jolted in

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response, snapping her from the trance. She gasped, fingers digging into his back–maybe hard enough to draw blood.

He groaned. The sound was intoxicating,

“I belong to you. Even my demons answer to your name.”

Breathless, she gripped his hair. “Now claim me like you mean it. eed it. Devour me, Lucas. Use me.”

A grin flashed on his lips, like he’d been waiting to hear it. His eyes flickered gold.

He lifted her effortlessly, movements swift. The cold ground met her feet. He pinned both her hands to the wall. One hand gripped her hip, the other tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until his lips met her ear. Not rough–possessive.

Lucas took a second to admire the beauty before him. Her back arched perfectly, skin marked by him, eyes dreamy, lips curled in a smirk.

Gods, he loved her. Every little detail. Good thing she had agreed to stay. He wasn’t joking earlier–about kidnapping her and breaking his promise. He’d make her agree. Not to hurt her, but because he had his way.

And this was one of them. The slow, deliberate way to connect, to make her feel everything he felt.

He thrust the moment her hands touched the wall. Deep. Hard. Raw.

She cried out as he body jolted insanely. The sound echoed in the space.

He didn’t stop, maintaining his punishing pace, making sure she took it all. One hand locked on her hip, pounding her from behind.

Skin slapping skin.

Time ceased to exist. Moans and whispered promises flooded the air. He felt her, and she felt him. With just a few more thrusts, another orgasm built within her. Intense.

“Lucas… I’m going to…”

“Do it, little wolf. Let it out. Bless my côck with you fluid.”

She did, groaning with him as they both hit their release. Her legs gave out, but he held her, gathering her in his arms.

Later, as they freshened up in the waterfall, Lylah suddenly splashed water on Lucas. He raised a brow. She did it again, sticking out her tongue.

“Lylah…”

“What? Just having a little fun, my Lord,” she smirked and splashed again.

“That’s it.” Lucas launched at her. She tried to run but he caught her by the third step, grabbing her by the waist, and they fell into the pond with a loud splash.

Lylah surfaced, laughing, and Lucas followed. She screamed, trying to splash him back, but he didn’t give her the chance.

Then he disappeared beneath the surface. She opened her eyes, confused–until he emerged behind her and tickled her sides mercilessly.

Her laughter echoed through the space, loud and beautiful.

“Stop!” she screamed.

“You started it.”

“I know, I’m sorry! Have mercy!”

He stopped, laughing himself. As he let down his guard, she splashed him again, got outbof the water and began to run, caught her. They fell onto the soft grass.

but he

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Everything

Lucas pinned her hands above her head. Her Italr was messy, face tushed.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen this rebellious side of yours.”

“And I haven’t heard you laugh like that in forever,” she said. “It suits you, dear handsome Lord.”

“I’ll do it more often.”

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