The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

Chapter 0142

"Very much," She says with a moan. Her p**y clenches around my shaft upon my next withdrawal. That moan urges me on, and I continue pumping into my mate with slow, measured thrusts, each deeper than the last. She moves with me, flows with me, in complete

unison.

Our fingers remained tightly laced, neither of us willing to sever the connection.

An inferno blazes through my veins, severe and agonising, blissful and thrilling, incomparable. The flames burn hotter with each movement Ashanti and I share. I welcome the heat, embrace it, crave it. That fire glows in her blue eyes as well, not merely a reflection but an exact match, a kindred flame just as fierce, just as consuming.

Why did I wait for so long to do this?

This isn't merely the coming together of our bodies, driven by loneliness and desperation. I can feel her soul, her lifeforce, already tinged with my own, dancing with mine, twining together irrevocably. I can feel the mate-bond sealing us into something unbreakable.

"My Ashanti." I rasp, my rhythm growing more urgent. She spreads her thighs wider and meets me thrust for thrust, welcoming me ever deeper. Her brows furrow, and her grip on my hand tightens. Her voice is strained, aching, and raw when she says, "I, I need you."

"You have me."

me. She cries out, and I take that cry into myself eagerly. Her nails scrape my scalp,

body only intensifies the sensation. My thoughts are fractured. Everything I want. Everything I see

me. My free hand darts to her hip, pinning her in

my neck, Ashanti holds me tight as

mine. Our breaths came in short pants, mingling with my low groans and her soft moans. Curving my body over her,

aftermath of our joining, we slowly ease. Our soft breaths, our heat, our mating scents. Our hearts beating in tandem. I lift my head to

Ashanti is radiant.

of my fingers down her cheek, and she looks up at me

awesome!"

"Was it?" She nods.

lips gently to her forehead, letting