The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse Chapter 113

29. The Meaning Behind It

SKYLA.

“That’s it, Love…” He groans, his hands cupping my breasts as I ride him. We’re still on the floor, the smell of sex in the air and the passion between us reaching new heights,

We’re a mess. We’ve been rolling around kissing, fucking, and making out like it’s the last fucking time – losing track of time, but never wanting this night to end.

I bend down, kissing his lips roughly. He growls, meeting my thrusts with his own rough ones before he flips us over. One of his hands brushes my hair back and he lifts my leg to his hips, ramming into me.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

He speeds up impossibly harder, the pain and pleasure of his rough thrusts sending me to fucking cloud nine and I don’t hold back the screams of pleasure as I feel my release nearing.

“You’re.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Tight.” He growls, his voice laced with pleasure as he rams into me. “And you’re mine.”

Just as he says those possessive words, I come undone, and so does he, shooting his load into me. I pull back, despite my mind blanking, my entire body shudders from the earth-shattering orgasm and I push him onto his back. Crawling down, I wrap my hand around his cock and pump it, wanting to taste him.

“Sky…” he groans, trailing off when I stick my tongue out and lick the swollen tip of his huge cock. I can taste myself on him and I taste pretty good, but it’s the taste of him that drives me nuts.

“I want to taste you,” I purr, as I milk his cock for the last few ropes of his cum.

He’s sexy as hell, his godly body glistening with a layer of sweat, his chest heaving, and he’s all fucking mine. Swallowing every last drop I pull back, a small pop sounding as I release his cock from between my lips and lick them as he yanks me close and kisses my neck, breathing heavily.

I drop onto him, feeling exhausted too, my entire body covered with hickeys and marks from our lovemaking. Sweat and sex juice mixed in too, the perfect way to end the night…

“I love you,” he says, his voice serious as he strokes my sore ass from the few hard slaps he had given it earlier when he bent me over on all fours.

I bite my lip as he kneads my ass, delivering another light tap to it, making me moan against him as he caresses the skin.

“I love you too, Magic Fingers. Fuck, I should change that to magic everything,” I murmur, making him chuckle.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah… and next time I want to save some of your cum to glaze my donuts and brownies with. The perfect iced donuts. Ice, get it?”

He moves back so he can see my face better, and cocks a brow. I smirk back at him.

“One point for me. Did I shock you?” I tease.

“Yeah…”

“Well… you’re an addiction… and I love the taste of you,” I purr seductively, wrapping my hand around his cock. “Mm, I could milk this cock day and night… I wonder how many times you could come?”

“I don’t know. Although it sounds enticing, I’m also a tad scared. I can imagine you testing that,” he jokes.

I snicker, “Yeah, maybe next time you piss me off, I’ll tie you up or some shit, but I still want some of that special icing,” I say, kissing his lips.

‘Mm, only I prefer to do the tying,” he replies huskily through the link as he kisses me back.

ok with that

gaze falls to my mark on his neck and I tilt my head. His

I take a look at it?” he asks, just before I’m about to reach up to move his hair back. I shake my head, as he lifts me bridal style

make it to the bedroom,” I

feeling of fulfilment is fucking real. “You’re really

marked me. However, there truly is something unique and precious about being marked by the person

hair back, I’m about to reply when I stare at the mark, curious to see the form it’s taken, but it has thrown me off. It is fucking gorgeous, trust me and I’m not saying it because

“That mark is…”

he asks, a glimmer

he kisses my lips as he places me on the

chuckles. “You did say

you delivered just the way I like it,” I reply with a smirk, laying back on the cushions. My pussy

I’m curious to see

my man

can’t help but admire the way he walks and

flex in his thighs as he reaches the mirror and

rise with approval, the Lycan within me satisfied by his

approval, and

he says, running his

sitting up. He’s frowning

as he heads out of the room and he’s back in s seconds with his phone, taking a picture of his mark

slightly and I can’t help but pout at the fact that

covering the

need your attention on me.

him laugh. “Hey,

changed… they were

stomach plummets. “Wait, is that why you paled? I

you from the start I can

“Ass.”

“Yours.”

him, before moving back and staring at the mark on his

is there anything that isn’t bloody wild in our lives?” he

agreement, making him turn to

focus girl, you’re

flutters and I nod. “Ok,

begins as we both stare at

especially cats,

symbolises you…” Royce says, just as a meow on the door makes us both

for Malevolent, who runs

“Thanks, babe,” I say.

together.” He kisses my

mark, zooming in. We both stare at

circle, with the cat at the centre. It looks like an Abyssinian breed, with tall ears. It’s wearing a necklace-like band just below

he says in a hushed whisper. “I think the theory I have

eye symbol that sits in the middle of

“That’s…”

not even maybe,