Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he held closer. I shut my eyes savouring on his lips. We couldn’t stop to catch our breath, I felt like it would waste time. We were like two people that had this desire packed up somewhere. From his body movements I knew he wanted me badly, I wasn’t wrong about that. He moved his tongue in mine so I tasted him. I knew he could taste me too.? It was like the sweet taste of honey lingering in my tongue. As he placed me gradually to the bed, I felt his hands all around me. His intensifying breath matching mine. He didn’t keep his hands at a place. I loved that he explored ever corner of my body.

He held my thighs slowly lifting my dress as he buried his lips in my neck. I shut my eyes feeling his hands taking my dress away. He clasp my thighs. Grabbing them like he owned them. Then he pulled away from my lips. I could see his eyes for a bit before he took his lips to my thighs. Planting kisses as he trailed upwards. His hands were soft and smooth against my skin. Gradually he took my panties down. I was all his now. He worshiped my body adoring every inch with a kiss.

He buried his head between my thighs where he planted more kisses on my dampness. And then his wet tongue went between. My body quiver and my legs shook in his grip. If he hadn’t held them firmly perhaps they would have gotten away from his grip as I shivered. My desire for him only intensified. I wanted every bit of him in me. Not an inch left out. Why does he have to make me want him so bad?

He trailed his tongue upwards taking my dress all off. My nipples pointing at him. They wanted to have him too. Then I moved upwards running my hands on his biceps. They contracted and their strength only made me drip even more. I walked my hands towards his chest letting off his robe so I could see them clearly. I have always imagined what it would feel like. There, solid at the same time very much warm. I could feel his hardness against my body. As my hands trailed down he held them so firmly and his gaze rested on my breasts

“I want to feel your hands on them,” I whispered under my breath with my eyes fixed on his chest.

He moved his hands to my chest grabbing my breast in his hands.?

“Yeah, just like that,” I moaned shutting my eyes.

He cupped my breast fiddling my nipples. He placed his lips on them. The wetness on his lips on them gradually led me to a state of longing. I longed for more pleasure. I always loved it when my nipples were being fiddled.? And he just knew how well to handle them.

Where have you been a this while?

“I want to be beneath you, I want to feel your muscles press on me.”

I clutched my hands across his waist. My body jiggled to his touch. I ran my hands on his bare chest again lining his muscles with the tip of my fingers. He moved his hips on my waist slowly that I craved even more.

“I want you now,” I moaned.

I placed my hands across his neck just like I did before. Then he pinned me to the bed, going in between my legs. I felt the hardness between my legs, it was just the way I had imagined it. He was controlling and flexible. He went in slowly, I shut my eyes savouring in the intense pleasure as he stroked in. The wetness paving for a smooth penetration as he began to thrust.

He thrusted a lot faster just the way that I wanted. I needed to feel every inch of him in me. I held him close. I could hear his moans, they were more like grunts that refuelled my desires.

He held my arms against each other as he took my legs apart placing them on his shoulders. He loved to take charge. Somethings I do too. It was like a momentary thing and I found it more sexy that way but with Kieran, it was different. His command was supreme and I just succumb to it. I loved his act of power his dominance towards what we wanted. I held tightly on to him as he stroked a bit more faster the pleasure a lot more intensified as he moved. I didn’t want him to stop. He muffled his moans but I could still hear them.

The sound rhythmic jamming against our body filled the room. And I just haven’t gotten enough. It was the first time I had seen so much power in one night. We exchanged warmth from our skin as our body jammed. When I managed to open my eyes, I could see him. Those rumbled lines on his forehead that meant that he was at the peak. Just the way that I was. There was not doubt that our body understood each other.

After a while, I felt his hands caress my earlobe while we just laid their in our thoughts. I breathed slowly and watched the curtains being nudged by the wind, my eyelids grew weary. And then, I didn’t feel his hands on them again.

“Kieran,” I called out and turned to him but he already slept. I watched him for a while, he was so peaceful. Then I turned back to face the window I could feel the air on my chin. And the air conditioner was functioning again as I now felt the chilly night. Even if I knew I was drifting into sleep, I still felt my lips stretched in a smile. This was it. This was the life that I wanted. Although, just a fraction of it. The morning sun rested on my eyes lids as o opened my eyes. As I struggled to leave the bed a sharp head pain greeted me and I winced with my hands still paced on my head. It was the hangover effect of the drugs, I couldn’t think of anything else. As soon as I was up, the memories of the previous night came rushing down. I turned to the other side of the bed but he wasn’t there.

“Kieran,” I called out. But there was no response. So I strolled to the bathroom but it was empty as I predicted.

“Could he had left?” I muttered. By the time I was done having a quick morning bath, I waddled to the diner. With every step, our shared moment replayed in my head. I wanted to see him. Maybe we would talk about it. Maybe not. Whichever one he dimed fit I was all in for it. Whenever I closed my eyes I could still see him way above me while he drove me crazy. His touch thrilled me. Why did we have to wait for that long? I didn’t know how I would act but I still wanted to be with him. I know that he felt the same way after all, he had moaned my name all night and not anyone else not even his other mate.

“Kieran,” I called out again as soon as I got to the diner but he wasn’t there. Only the maids that cleared out the dishes.

“What’s going on here? Where is the King?”

“Good morning ma’am. The King has returned to his quarters.”

“Returned to his quarters? Would he not have breakfast?”

“Oh, he had already done that. We are putting away the dishes.”

“Oh I see. Why didn’t he send for me. I mean he always like to have breakfast with me.”

“I don’t know ma’am. But he had instructed that we send your breakfast to your room and leave this note with you,” she handed me a note.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“A note?” I asked for clarity. Perhaps it wasn’t the same King we both referred to.

“Yes ma’am.”