The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 37

UNDRESSING THE KING VALERIA 1 barely had time to react before I was assaulted by the cold , sexy lips of the King .

My back collided with the wooden backrest , completely trapped between his mouth and the chair .

A rough hand gripped the nape of my neck , urging me to lift my head further , surrendering completely to the heated invasion of his tongue as it claimted my mouth , nearly reaching my throat .

I felt as if I were floating , my brain deprived of enough oxygen .

My jaw ached slightly , and I raised my hands , clutching his shoulders , digging my nails into his skin to keep myself grounded .

A muffled growl reverberated in my mouth .

We panted heavily , breathing each others air , a thin silver thread of saliva connecting us .

I opened my blue eyes slightly , meeting the Kings wolf gray gaze .

I could see the beast roaring within him .

The tip of his tongue grazed my trembling lower lip , giving it a soft tug before nibbling on it with his canines .

My chest heaved , my heart pounding as molten blood rushed through my veins , all the way to my soaked core , pulsing with excitement .

Come .

and I know very well youre affected by the curse , he suddenly whispered , his voice hot

me effortlessly in his muscular arms ,

led to the shared showers and lockers used after training

Nervousness gripped me .

truth was , I wasnt that experienced , and the claim about the curse

, I didnt deny it , continuing to play

on the floor and rummaged through a larger

he His eyes roamed over me as he grabbed one of

to claim whats mine , he

Majesty want from me ? I asked in a low

, honestly , my panties were already slipping off without

know exactly what I want , Valeria , he murmured , his breath brushing against my

pussy exactly what

Undress your King .

, youll bathe

dark command fell , and I couldnt didnt

wanted to live, to feel , to experience

with the

behind him , his legs spread wide , waiting for me to strip off his sweat drenched clothes that clung to his powerful muscles

eyes glued to the hard , prominent bulge shaped like a rod that stretched the fabric of his pants , ready to escape its prison