The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 815

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ARE YOU GOING TO NEGOTIATE OR TO WAR? NARRATOR Silas stared, obsessed, at the woman riding his body, giving him so much pleasure that he was left panting and moaning with lust.

Every time that wet sheath swallowed him and spat him out, he thought he could see the stars and the entire firmament.

Sigrid leaned over his chest and quickened her pace, her hips rolling sensually, her firm buttocks bouncing with each vigorous thrust.

Silas grabbed her tender breasts, caressing and kneading them lasciviously.

In a swift motion, he sat up slightly while she clung to his shoulders, fucking him deliciously.

He opened his mouth and eagerly sucked on her rosy areolas, his tongue teasing her hardened nipples.

The taste of her sweat drove him insane, her hurried moans, the shudder of her body when she came with his cock buried deep inside her.

"silas!" Sigrid moaned loudly, spilling over him, her lips parted, her wolf pupils narrowing she was on the verge of her heat.

She grabbed his moonlit hair, and Silas immediately exposed his neck while thrusting up into her, chasing his own release "Ggrrr," he growled through clenched teeth as he felt her fangs pierce his skin, drinking his powerful blood.

and his cock pumped

beast, plunging to the hilt as he listened to her gulp down his essence Filled on both ends, so utterly

for now.

a few seconds, they

against his chest,

still throbbed inside her soft

delicious male..." Sigrid murmured, kissing his nipples with a nasal, teasing

stroked her short, jet-black

they finished making love, he was left

mate and stay there, waiting for a miracle to

eyes, he held

decided that their world of two was not enough? Would she look at his mothers pups and think she would never have her own? "Silas..." Sigrid's

his thoughts had seeped into their bond, reaching

meeting between

an opening for your

go?" He changed

thrush sang, and the branches swayed

traced the

sighed, revealing her thoughts, unwilling to dwell on her man's