The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 131

GABRIELLE

I deserve this, after so many centuries of doing nothing and being imprisoned inside a damn statue.

I grab the edge of the bathtub, feeling around with my hands and clinging to it, moving completely backward.

A sensual sigh escapes his lips when I practically sit on his cock, feeling it tremble against my ass.

I love the way his body responds to mine, even though I know I’m at my worst.

He wastes no time rubbing my front; I notice he's careful with my arms—they seem to have been the most affected—and the area of my chest, just above my breasts.

I'm grateful I was wearing the dress made from the blood of the Selenias, which protected me from the explosion.

“Wait, lycan…” I grab his hand as it begins to move down my stomach while the other lazily caresses the areola of my breast, which hardens, begging for his attention.

“Do you really want me to stop?” His heavy breath falls against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

His rough, sexy words invade my ear, and I’m completely leaning against his body.

“I won’t get my hopes up over a little groping, Gabrielle. I’m not an inexperienced brat, even if I have fewer centuries than you. We’re two adults having a good time—forget about everything else.”

He plants temptations in my thoughts. I know they’re sweet deceptions, but my body burns with desire, my core throbs, craving to be touched and defiled, to be penetrated, even if only with his fingers.

My mind is clouded with lust, uncontrolled, and my legs slowly part, my thighs pressing against his, giving him access to my intimacy.

His lustful mouth sucks on the side of my neck, one hand teasing my nipple while the other…

“Mmmm,” I moan softly at the first touch of his fingers on my clit, moving in slow circles and pinching that sensitive spot that hardens and quivers with excitement.

With my world in darkness, every sensation is magnified a thousand times. Every caress feels more erotic, every whisper and moan makes my pussy tremble and my insides burn. I never imagined experiencing sexual pleasure so intensely.

Maybe it’s not because of my lack of vision, but simply because I’m with him.

I feel my juices dripping from my pussy. I'm dying for him to go deeper, to masturbate me thoroughly, with at least two fingers, fast and hard, but he only teases my outer lips.

His finger glides over the tiny entrance again and again, which contracts, lustfully waiting for him to slip inside and have it suck him in completely.

I know he’s doing it on purpose. His body is tense, his panting quickens, and that sweet scent seeping through every pore of my skin tells me how much he's holding back, how badly he wants to punish me for rejecting him, thinking I’ll beg.

But baby, I’m not a woman you can play with that easily. Unfortunately, you’ve met me in my worst condition, but you've pushed me right to the limit where you wanted me.