The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 169

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The vampiric persona of Celine moved forward eagerly, leaning over the prince’s body as he welcomed her with open arms, cradling her against his chest.

Their mouths merged sensually, tongues caressing, exploring beyond their lips, intertwining and exchanging their passion with half-closed eyes lost in pleasure.

Zarek gripped her waist, pulling her to straddle his lap, threading his fingers through her soft hair and pushing her head forward to deepen the kiss, to drown himself in the ocean of her lips.

They touched each other's heated skin, filling the darkness with wet and lascivious sounds, moans escaping Camilla's lips as her mate's fangs grazed delicately along her jawline, licking her neck with lust.

His strong, masculine hands gripped her hips, forcing her to grind against him, the friction between their clothes driving them insane.

Zarek’s hard, throbbing member pulsed hot between her parted thighs, sending a delicious shiver to her wet core.

She wanted him inside her, to claim her and make her his woman. She craved it madly, feeling freer than ever before—never had she desired her freedom more than when she met him.

Merkall’s control spell over Celine had worked more effectively due to the constant war within her body; if the three of them had worked together, it wouldn’t have been so easy to dominate her.

“Mmm, Camilla, darling, wait…”

Zarek had to summon the last shred of self-control he had to stop himself from lifting her skirt and plunging into that rose-petal cunt that had his fangs on edge.

“Love, wait… mmm, wait, little one…” he gasped, breathing against her lips as he grabbed her small hands to stop her from caressing his body any further.

“Don’t you like it? I’ve never touched anyone before, I don’t know…”

"Thank the damn Goddess for that," Zarek thought, gritting his teeth, because if his mate had been more "experienced," he'd already be buried inside her to the hilt.

“Camilla, you know that’s not it, love. I’m dying to bond with your souls, to mark you, but you know it can't be this way.”

Zarek pressed his forehead against hers and smiled tenderly at the pout forming on her sensual lips—lips he longed to have sucking a certain erect part of his body.

“She hates me; they’ll try to lock me away again, she’s never wanted me.” She lowered her head like a wronged child, complaining to an adult.

Zarek sighed, kissing the top of her head with love, holding her close.

He needed to talk to Celine—this was hurting them too much.

He understood her reasons, he had seen them in the sea of her memories, but punishing Camilla was punishing herself.

She was seeking a solution to a curse she had imposed on herself by rejecting part of her being.

“Everything will be fine, okay? You're not alone anymore, none of you are, not ever again. I’ll be the bridge that unites you. Now go to sleep, be good, let Celine come back…”

“What if she doesn’t let me see you again?” Camilla’s red eyes glistened with tears.

She was so strong—Zarek could feel the power roaring through her veins—yet she was so afraid of Celine and Mia.

“She will. Trust me,” he whispered, caressing her beautiful face before lowering his head to give her a soft kiss, licking her lower lip, sucking it gently, and teasing it between his fangs until he heard her breathless moans.

“Go, little one. Next time we meet, I’ll teach you how to touch me, the way I like you to drive me crazy,” he murmured, promising her a scorching future.

Camilla gazed at him intensely, the heart she shared with Celine beating with love and fear.

She didn’t want to leave, afraid she wouldn’t be free again, but she trusted her mate—he would mend the relationship between them.

Zarek knew the exact moment the woman resting her head against his chest had become Alpha Celine.

Her fears and insecurities, her stubborn and unyielding nature, hit him like a whirlwind.