His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 23

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 23 – Gentle hands moved across my skin; tingles rushed over me, and the warmth from King’s chest spread across my back. Opening my eyes, light filtered into the room but not much, and I could tell it was only early morning. The sun is just rising and chasing the shadows in the room away.

His wandering hand was beneath the shirt I wore as he caressed my skin. His touch reminded me of last night, and I felt the blood rush to my face at the memory. His purr was deep and resonating from the center of his chest and vibrating against my back as his light touch moved higher. The King moves behind me, and I roll back into him to find him propped up on one elbow staring down at me.

He smiles that breathtaking smile he has before, leaning his face toward mine. “Morning,” he growls before his lips capture mine.

His tongue traced over the seam of my lips, and his hand trailed higher underneath my shirt before he cupped my breast in large hands, his thumb flicking over my hardened nipple as he toys with it. I gasp and pull away, unsure of his touch, and he chuckles, nipping at my chin and jaw to my ear.

“My king,” I murmur. My voice sounded breathy even to my own ears. What was this insane man doing now? Yet he ignored my words; his only answer was in a low growl that made me jump as his hands continued to squeeze and play with my breast.

My entire body felt warm at his touch as his lips moved back to mine, swallowing any words I may have wanted to say. My body felt foreign as his touch made everything tingle and heat. The King pressed his knee between my legs as he forced me onto my back. His leg pushed between my thighs, and a new sensation moved through my abdomen, between my legs. A pulse I had never felt before, it made me uncomfortable, and I jerked away, breaking the kiss. The space between my thighs felt wet and pulsated.

“Ky- son,” I stuttered out, feeling flustered as his hand trailed across my lower stomach.

His hand stopped, and he pulled back to look down at me. His eyes trailed over me, and he growled, the sound made my pulse quicken, and my legs tried to snap shut, but his knee prevented them from closing.

The King smirks as he looks down at my trembling legs before his eyes move back to mine. His hand moved across my stomach before his fingertips snuck beneath the waistband, and my hand moved quickly to grip his wrist.

“Am I making you flustered? You feel warmer?” He chuckles, leaning closer, brushing his nose across my cheek, and inhaling my scent He purrs, making my grip tighten on his wrist as the throbbing between my legs worsens.

“You smell good enough to eat,” He growls before pressing his face into my neck; his tongue tastes my skin before he sucks on the same spot. A purr tore out of me, and my face turned away, offering him more of my neck like it was suddenly commanded to.

“That’s it, Ivy, let your body tell you what it wants,”