Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306 

His was as if it was personally sculpted, every firm ridge sat unmoving, there wasn’t a hint of anything but muscle on him. He was simply perfection, however me? I was skinny. 1 had gotten slightly better within the past week of being in the pack house, but my ribs were still too prominent, and all my bones stuck out like a devoured carved turkey on thanksgiving. 

“You’re perfect.” I whispered before I could stop the words from leaving my mouth. I heard a thick swallow come from him and finally looked up at his face through my eyelashes, a slight grimace rested on his features, and I chuckled, knowing it was because he was fighting the urge to throw me on to the bed, and claim my body as his. “Can I… kiss it?” 

Finally he growled, and gently grabbed a handful of my hair, using it to bring my face only inches away from his. 

“Kiss it, lick it… Bite it!” He stated and my eyes widened in shock, his voice was nothing like it usually was, this time he was turned on, a primal look took over his orbs as she grabbed me, wrapped his large arms around my neck and back, before pulling me onto his lap. “Do whatever comes to mind. Explore. If this is what you truly want, then use me to pleasure yourself.” 

That 

I 

was all I wanted to hear. I leaned up, attacking his lips with my own, while a heat radiated from my body. I was hungry, I was desperate for this man to feel pleasure from me alone. In my mind I told myself I had to be good for him. I told myself, I would make him writhe and moan underneath me. 

My hands began once again exploring every lump of muscle, my arms traveled around to his back as we continued to make out. It was becoming heated, heavy, it was as if I had been starved for my entire life, and all of a sudden I had a feast in front of me. A feast that 1 fully intended to devour. 

This time instead of his lips on me, it was mine on him, slowly beginning to move lower, over his pees and across his own nipples which, weirdly, were just as sensitive as mine. My hand, while my lips explored his torso, traveled even lower and. Gingerly rubbed over the bulge that was currently constricted in his pants. My palm kneaded it over the fabric and I heard a deep break, feeling the instant rise and fall of 

his chest. 

I slowly slipped off the bed altogether, moving his legs to dangle freely off the side, while his feet met the floor as he continued to sit. Nervously I got into my knees in front of him, having some flashbacks of the king forcing me to kneel before him, although as quickly as that came, I shook it off. I had a job to do. 

and I