His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 33

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 33 – His tongue ran between my lips to my c**t before he licked and nipped at it. My hips bucked against his face earning me a growl as he sucked it in his mouth. His hand moved to m leg over his shoulder, and he gripped my t***h, pulling my leg wider and opening me up to him, and giving him more access as he licked and sucked on my flesh.

Moans spilled from my lips, and I gripped his hair and tugged on it, his tongue relentless before he plunged it inside me, tasting my arousal as it gushed from me. His hot mouth moved and tasted every inch of me before he went back to my c**t, his tongue teasing and circling as he sucked on my swollen bud, making me cry out.

My hips moved against his mouth and my skin heated at the sensation he was inducing. My entire body tensed as I climbed to the precipice and spilled over violently. His hands gripping me were the only thing that held me upright as I came on his tongue. My walls fluttering and my p***y pulsated as my o****m rippled through me. I gripped his hair, moving my hips against his mouth as I rode it out. His tongue lapped up my juices before my grip on him turned slack, and I tried to catch my breath.

He ran his tongue between my folds again before sucking and nipping at my t***h as he let my shaking leg down carefully, but he didn’t let me go, for which I was thankful because I was severely at risk of having my legs go out from under me. He rose, pressed me against the tiled wall, and kissed me. Forcing me to taste myself on his tongue as it invaded my mouth. I moaned at the taste of myself mingled with him, and my hands trailed up his side to his chest. When I felt the vibration of his calling rumble through his chest, I pulled away from him before kissing his chest. His hand slipped into my hair, and he tugged my head back before his lips covered mine again.

The King pressed his e******n against me, and I pulled him closer; my hand moved to his hip. I wanted to touch him, wanted to taste him but was unsure if he would let me.

“What are you thinking?” he said against my lips before nipping at my chin as his lips trailed down my neck.

“I want to touch you,” I told him. My hand reached between our bodies, and I trailed my fingertips over his aroused flesh. It twitched when I touched it, and I looked down. He stepped back, allowing me to watch as I touched him, exploring his body. He groaned when I wrapped my fingers around his large c**k. I looked up at him, and he watched me bracing his hands on the wall behind me.

I ran my hand up the length of him and he purred the sound making his chest vibrate. His eyes closed, and his lips parted. I had no idea what I was doing however, I liked watching his face as I touched him; I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, but he didn’t stop me or pull away. Standing on my toes, I pressed my lips to his and his eyes flew open.

Only I was staring at the eyes of the beast he could be. I pulled away and he watched my face with a predatory gleam in his eyes, and I swallowed, wondering if I should stop. His canines slipped out when his hand moved and he gripped the back of my neck before smashing his lips against mine.

His kiss was soul-devouring and bruising. “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you,” He murmured against my lips. I let out a breath, and the hammering of my heart against my ribcage slowed slightly when he thrust into my hand as he pressed closer to me. His tongue licked across my lips, and my lips parted. I felt his canines graze them as he nibbled on them before his teeth moved to my chin. Grazing as he left open mouth kisses down toward my neck. He stopped, buried his face in my neck, and a throaty growl left him as he nicked my skin. The points of his teeth were like needle points as they broke the skin but not deeply. Not deep enough to mark me, just enough to cause slight discomfort.

“Kyson.” I hissed, and he paused and pulled back. He looked at my shoulder when his teeth bit into me, and I expected him to freak out at what he did but he didn’t. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over it. The spot tingled and throbbed, aching like it wanted his teeth embedded in my flesh.

“Sorry, did I hurt you,” he asked, and I looked at him. My blood was smeared across his lips, and I shook my head and touched the spot he nicked me, only to find it healed. I pulled my hand back to look at it but found no blood staining them, yet his lips were tainted with my blood.

“It healed,” I told him.