The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 176

CELINE

A hoarse cry escaped my slightly parted lips, my lashes trembled, my nails dug into his strong shoulders, searching for something to anchor myself to.

Wet, erotic sounds mixed with my moans and the panting of his mouth sucking on my pussy.

His tongue glided between my petals, up and down, his nose constantly grazing against my sensitive clit, which he sucked and licked until I was grinding my hips against him.

His fingers spread my pussy open, and his long vampiric tongue started devouring me, fucking me deeply— in and out, in and out...

"Aah… Zarek," his name slipped from my chest, the sinful desire burning through me.

I moaned uncontrollably as two fingers joined the penetration, stabbing into my folds from below, spreading inside me, my clit sucked and tortured by the tip of his tongue.

Saliva dripped down my thighs, mixing with my hot juices.

I arched my back, staring at the ceiling, my hips moving frantically over his face, one foot poised on his knee, the other grounding me on the floor, my mind lost in lust.

I felt all the wild changes in my body—my canines grew, my throat burned with thirst, and a searing heat spread over the thigh where my birthmark lay.

My hands reached for my hardened breasts, squeezing them, pinching my stiff nipples, hissing with desire, imagining it was his touch, while the pressure in my belly built up, ready to explode.

"Ahhh!" My legs trembled, and my entire pussy convulsed in a delicious orgasm when his fangs sank into the inside of my thigh, his fingers fucking me frenetically—fast, hard, impaling me the way I craved for him to do with his thick cock.

I dug my nails into his skin, moaning breathlessly like a fish out of water.

My head spun, drunk on pleasure, the orgasm magnified now that all my powers reveled inside me.

Lowering my eyes, now tinged red and gold, I saw a wild rose vine tattoo itself around my thigh, growing from the tiny red seed.

This was Camilla’s manifestation in my body—one I had never allowed to bloom before, and I realized how much intensity I had been missing in my past sexual encounters.

Zarek tasted my blood, and the pleasure in his senses hit me, arousing me again. He licked the mark left by his fangs and then his crimson lips.

He opened his predator’s eyes from below, and our intense gazes locked.

“Mmm,” I whimpered, trembling as his fingers slid out of my cunt and he leaned forward to clean up all the mess of my orgasm with his tongue.

“Zarek, wait… I, I want to please you too.” I grasped his silky black hair and pulled him away from between my legs, on the verge of giving in and collapsing to the floor.

"And what will you do to please me even more?" His deep, seductive voice teased.

"Sit… sit on the bed," I managed to say, clenching my fists. It was my turn to show him I wasn’t some easy prey but a woman with experience.

I watched him sit with his legs apart at the edge of the bed, his robe completely open, revealing his satin skin, illuminated by the warmth of the fire. My breath nearly caught when I saw the damp stain spreading across the white fabric.

His hard cock tented the cloth between his legs.

Above me, his sharp exhales and hisses filled the air. He was reveling in the need I stirred in him.

I looked up, finding his predatory eyes locked on me, unblinking, watching as my tongue sensually slid up his rigid length, licking the stiff shaft until I reached the swollen head.

I circled it over and over, driving him insane, tempting him.

My fangs brushed dangerously close to his sensitive skin. I parted my lips, wrapping them around his tip, and sucked him into my hot mouth.

I started sucking him off with what little experience I had, but my desire to please him made me bold and slutty—like never before.

My hand pumped the thick base as I took him deeper and deeper, my breath coming in hot pants through my nose.

I hollowed my cheeks, licked at his slit, and curled my tongue around the throbbing shaft that pulsed against my throat every time I swallowed him down.

Suddenly, his fingers fisted in my hair, and with a wet, obscene pop, his cock slipped from my lips.

I looked up at him, confused, my head tilted.

"Do you… not like it?" My voice sounded different, my vampire instincts now merged with my senses.

“I wonder, Camilla… if you’ve always been locked away, where did you learn to pleasure a man like this?” He leaned in dangerously close, his other hand slipping between my parted thighs, teasing my clit.

"Who was the one who had a lot of practice?"