From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 Steamy

Chapter 272 Steamy

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“Fuck!” I cry, my vision doubling and nearly going black. “Oh, fuck, oh my God, oh my God, Damon.”

My head feels too heavy, and it takes great effort to drop my chin back down to meet his half- lidded, lust–drunk stare. Now, there’s no shying away from his intensity, but being completely consumed by it.

His tongue focuses on my clit while he pumps his fingers, hitting my g–spot with perfect precision. I lose all cognitive function, and all I can do is submit to the euphoria. Every muscle in my body tightens like a bowstring, my upper half curling toward him as the pleasure climbs until it feels like I’m quite literally going to explode.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” I chant weakly, my voice faint.

Right when my head goes to loll back again, his other hand snaps forward, catching me by the throat and forcing me to keep my eyes on him. He squeezes firm enough to sever my air supply, creating a pressure in my head that has my vision swimming.

Vaguely, I’m aware of how tight I’m pulling his hair, but I’ve lost all control.

Just when it feels like too much and not enough all at once, the string snaps, and I explode. Damon’s hand loosens around my throat, releasing the blood from my head in a dizzying rush. The scream that rips from my throat is inhuman.

I’m suspended in time for several heart–stopping moments, my body locked tight and rendered silent as my pussy convulses against his persistent tongue and contracts around his pumping fingers. With my jaw unhinged and brow furrowed, I watch him stare at me intently.

A darker reverence reflects in his eyes this time, almost like obsession, but I’m too lost to even process it.

Then, as if God hit play, I reanimate with another outcry. He doesn’t prevent me from falling back again, and my spine hits the bench before arching off it until it forms a C, only my head and ass still grounded.

Now, both hands fist his hair, holding him to me with a force even he can’t break free from. I can no longer hear the noises pouring past my lips, but I know they’re unlike anything I’ve produced before.

I’m aware of little else aside from my violent seizing and the cataclysmic ecstasy overpowering my system. I’m a prisoner to it, my consciousness locked inside my own body, incapable of doing anything but standing by as it wreaks havoc.

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The moment it relents, a sob bursts from my throat, having no other outlet for the absolute devastation I just experienced, I slap a hand over my mouth and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to regain control, but it’s a losing battle.

Another sob slips free, and tears instantly bubble in my eyes. I quickly cover my face with both hands just as it twists into what is likely an ugly cry.

The pleasure is slow to come down completely, soft waves still rolling through my body.

Hands grab my wrists and tug, but I shake my head and hold them tight. Tonight’s events have left me extremely raw, and the last thing I want is the motherfucker to see me cry again, but he’s far too strong. Instead of releasing them once he successfully unglues them from my face, he keeps pulling until I’m sitting upright.

“Crying already, darling? I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

I just barely bite back the question in time.

Do you have to?

But that would make me look even weaker than I already do.

I’m disoriented and incredibly nervous as his hand dives into my hair and tugs me toward him. I move without thinking, unclear what’s happening until his cock is right at my mouth. He tugs my hair back, forcing me to look up at him.

My cheeks burn, and I work to swallow as I take in how drenched the entire lower half of his face is.

Oh, God, it’s even on his chest, one bead slowly trailing down toward his abdomen.

That’s… that’s so embarrassing. But he doesn’t give me much time to dwell, bringing my focus to his cock poised at my mouth.

It’s honestly so fucking unfair that he, of all people, has a big dick–arguably a beautiful one, too. It would’ve made this whole experience so much easier to swallow if he were small. Literally and figuratively.

“Get me wet, baby,” he rasps. His free hand slides along the side of my jaw, pausing to roughly swipe his thumb over my bottom lip, his stare enraptured as he does. “You’re going to need all the help you can get.”

Truthfully, that’s all he needed to say to convince me.

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