The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 168. THAT'S GONNA HURT IN THE WAY I LOVE IT Narrator "Aaahh," she exhaled when she was finally released. Her chest rose and fell quickly, eyes shut, mind still up in the clouds. But her male was also in full sexual predator mode. He grabbed her by the waist and, like a doll, Lyra was held in his arms and against his hard chest. "Lyra, I want you to ride me. I want to see you turned on, on top of me," he whispered those wild words in her ear.

Kneeling on the bed, facing each other, so close that even the sunrays through the window couldn't slip between them. The powerful Alpha was completely stripped, between rough tugs and tender caresses. She couldn't stop kissing his chest, his shoulders, his mouth ... her Drakkar, her love... today she was set on giving herself to him entirely. ---- She'd been so afraid to lose him...

The wild wolf let her push him down against the headboard, among the pillows, watching her naked, almost obsessed. His fingers traced the pale skin of her perfect breasts, sliding down her delicate belly... sometimes he couldn't believe she was his. Lyra climbed onto his hips, holding that burning, ready-to- burst member in her hand. The veins were swollen and red, the tip dripping with need to penetrate her.

She settled on top of him and started rubbing the tip along her slit, back and forth, moaning louder with each pass. "Asshh... so big, my man..." Her folds trembled with anticipation, her petals spreading to welcome him. "Fuck... this is gonna hurt in the way I love it," Lyra heard her wolf's perverted thoughts as she began to sit. Her thighs trembled as she lowered herself; one hand ---- guiding "the dagger" and the other resting on Drakkar's chest. "Aahh...noveldrama

so thick..." the pressure started to build inside her pussy. She took in just the tip, then pulled out, repeating the motion up and down, adjusting, taking him little by little. "Ssshh..." she hissed as she reached halfway... lifting her ass, grinding, sweating... Drakkar didn't rush her, holding back his own urge, but a sharp moan from Lyra made him grab her by the hips. "No, wait, baby... you'll hurt yourself, you don't... mmnn, Lyra...

His words melted into a groan as more than half of him was swallowed by that hungry cave. Lyra leaned over him, her firm breasts pressed against his pecs. "Baby, don't stop... babe... mmnn, it feels so good..." Lyra moaned into his face, and she wasn't lying. Her body was made to love him.