Chapter 162
ས ཱཿ, 22% ྂ
Finished
Zephyrine
Kiss. His lips on mine. I brushed over them tenderly and he didn’t respond for a heart–stopping moment until his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me forward.
And like that, everything faded away. In Ash Pack, only the two of us remained, and all that mattered was me in his arms. He kissed me gently, and I began to crave more.
More than anything.
Just then, I overheard footsteps, voices drawing near. I broke off the kiss and stared into his eyes. Without hesitation, I entwined my fingers with his and pulled him along, leading us into the serene garden of Ashmere.
A sacred place no one dared cross without permission from a true–blooded Ashmere and only I remained.
There I stopped, chest heaving, and watched him gaze back at me. The soft breeze swirled around us, his eyes drifting from the white cloak on my shoulders to the necklace at my throat. His expression softened, and he threw caution aside.
He cupped my neck and pulled me forward into another kiss. Pure sensation overwhelmed me at his claim. My palm pressed against his chest as my eyes fluttered shut, lost in his touch, his tenderness.
His tongue slipped past my lips, and I surrendered, going deeper. Until my fingers found the hem of his shirt, desperate to pull it away.
The connection between us thickened, the lust ignited. One moment I was on my feet kissing him, and the next, he had lifted me into his arms.
My legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned me against the wall of blooming flowers. His kiss turned urgent, stealing my breath until we tore apart, panting. His gaze locked on mine, and I saw it. The hunger. The same hunger mirrored in me, and we both knew what could quench
“I love your dress,” he murmured, eyes lingering at my cleavage. I blushed, knowing exactly what he meant.
“Lycan…”
“I want you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a declaration. And he didn’t wait for my response before his mouth found mine again.
I melted into him, forgetting myself in his arms. He lowered me to my feet only to turn me, undoing the straps of my gown with a swift hand.
In no time, the dress fell away, baring my breasts. His lips brushed my neck, his palm cupped one breast, and I sighed shakily as my legs trembled under his tender care.
“Lycan…” I breathed, and he answered with another kiss, pressed against the small of my back.
His hand slid up, circling my neck, guiding me into another kiss. I opened to him fully, marveling at how much our bodies demanded each other.
He turned me back to face the wall, guiding my hands to brace against it. His fingers slid inside my butt, stretching, preparing me. My moans filled the night, growing louder as his tongue returned to taste me.
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