Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Give Me An Heir

Kira’s breath hitched at the authority in his voice, but she obeyed, crawling onto the large bed and positioning herself on her hands and knees. The sheets were cool beneath her palms. She felt exposed, vulnerable... and strangely, achingly ready.

He’s so commanding, Kira thought as she settled into position. This is just the contract. Nothing more. So why is my body already trembling for him?

Derek stripped off the rest of his clothes in seconds and moved behind her with predatory grace. His large hands gripped her hips, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh as he pulled her back until the curve of her arse pressed firmly against him. The thick length of his cock slid along her slick folds, teasing her entrance with slow, torturous strokes.

"Already wet for me," he growled, his voice low and filthy in the quiet room. "I won’t go easy on you tonight, Kira."

Oh goddess, Kira thought, a helpless moan slipping from her lips as he pushed inside her in one slow thrust. He stretched her open, filling her completely, the burning fullness stealing the breath from her lungs. His words promised a lack of mercy, and for some twisted reason, the thought only heightened her arousal. He was thick, hot, and buried so deep she could hardly think straight. She was supposed to hate this... so why did it feel so devastatingly good?

Derek groaned deeply at the tight, velvet heat of her pussy clenching around him. Fuck, Leo roared inside his head. So tight. So perfect. So mine.

"Fuck, you feel perfect," he rasped, pulling back only to slam into her again, harder this time. "So tight. So fucking wet for your husband."

He set a punishing rhythm, taking her from behind with deep, possessive strokes that rocked her entire body. One hand fisted in her hair, tugging her head back until her back arched beautifully for him. The other slid around to cup her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers, twisting just enough to draw another broken moan from her throat.

"Take it," he growled against her ear, his beast fully awake and raging beneath his skin. "Take every inch of my cock like the good little queen you are."

His filthy words should not have thrilled her the way they did. Kira bit down hard on her lower lip as sharp pleasure spiked through her with every powerful thrust. She kept reminding herself that she was doing this for freedom, not because she wanted him. Yet her body betrayed her completely, pushing back against him, eagerly chasing every bit of friction he gave.

Derek brought his palm down sharply on her arse, the loud smack echoing through the room. "Arch your back more," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Let me fuck you deeper."

She obeyed without conscious thought, pressing back against him, and he rewarded her with another brutal thrust and a second stinging spank. The sharp sting bloomed into liquid heat that spread through her veins. Her eyes rolled back as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her completely, and every rational thought scattered from her mind. There was no tomorrow, no yesterday, only the raw, consuming heat between them now.

His strength wrapped around her like steel bands, holding her exactly where he wanted her. His shaft plunged so deep she thought she might die. This passion was far more savage than the first time they had come together. Derek was ravaging her like a man possessed, and perhaps he was. And all Kira wanted was more, more of his heat, more of his power, as though each thrust could drive away every shadow that had ever darkened her heart.

His teeth grazed that sensitive spot on the side of her neck, and a low, primal growl rumbled deep in his chest. The vibration sent electricity racing across her skin, pushing her straight over the edge. Her inner muscles clenched around him in wave after wave of powerful, shuddering ripples as her orgasm crashed through her. Derek’s teeth left her neck as her rich, musky feminine scent swirled around him in heady waves, flooding his senses and driving both man and beast wild.

Without giving her time to catch her breath, he pulled out, breathing hard. He dropped onto his back in the centre of the bed, his cock glistening and standing thick and proud against his stomach.

"Come here," he said, his voice rough and commanding. "Ride me."

He’s so deep like this, she thought, a fresh shiver running through her.

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