From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275 Only With You

ELOISE.

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I don’t have time to prepare myself for the blinding sensation of his fingers finding my nipple and pinching hard.

“Fuck!” I shout, my pussy clenching around him with a force that rivals his grip on my nipple.

The heady mix of agony and pleasure has my mouth dropping open and my eyes rolling. It’s breathtaking, and it fills my chest with pure elation, producing more gleeful moans.

“Fucking Goddess,” he barks, pounding into me harder. “It’s fucking pathetic how easy it is to make you come.”

As if my body wants nothing more than to prove him right, my stomach tightens, and I soar right to the edge of that cliff again.

“Only with you,” I gasp out, the words slipping from my mouth unintentionally.

His hips stutter in surprise again, though he quickly recovers.

“The fuck did you just say to me, baby?” he asks, sounding like he’s almost daring me to repeat myself.

I didn’t mean to say that. Even if it’s true, it’s incredibly unnecessary for him to know.

But my muscles are tightening, and a knot is forming deep in my stomach, so my concern is at an all–time low.

“You heard me,” I say, my voice terribly faint.

I whine when he releases my nipple, only to yelp when that hand moves down between my legs, and he pinches my clit just as harshly.

The agony is damn near beautiful, and my mouth waters, drool trailing from the corner of my mouth as the two opposing feelings crash into one another.

But it’s short–lived, earning another whine from my throat when he moves to roughly grip my cheeks instead while the hand in my hair jerks my head back.

“Don’t think I did,” he bites out.

Groaning, I force the words out, “I said only with you.”

He hums his approval. “You come for me like a little whore. Look at you, even drooling like a

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whore.” His thumb swipes the saliva over my cheek before releasing my hair and harshly pushing away my face. “What makes you think you deserve to come again?”

He pulls out completely, which instantly has panic overtaking me and damn near has me on the verge of tears.

“No, no, wait,” I beg. “Don’t stop, please!”

“On your back,” he demands roughly.

I’m a shaking mess as I quickly spin around and settle on the bed again He instantly crowds over me, his hands gripping the bed on either side of my head and his cock poised at my entrance. The sheer size of his body is overwhelming.

When he had me over at the dining, I was in too much of a panic to notice, but fuck, he’s just… everywhere.

My entire body is tingling, my center throbbing from the denied orgasm, and it’s making me feel slightly insane from how badly I need it.

He brushes his lips over mine, and though all he needs to do is just push inside me, he stays still.

“Damon,” I complain before reaching for his dick to put him inside me my damn self. He catches my wrist before I can, only to grab the other and pin them above my head in one massive palm.

I’m not proud of the sound that comes from my throat as I attempt to lift my hips.

He chuckles, his heated stare glittering with mirth.

“You see how desperate you are for my cock, baby?”

“Yesss,” I whine, desperately searching for even a little friction to send me over the edge. “Please, just let me come, Damon.”

He pulls his hips back, denying me, only making me more distressed. I was so, so close.

“Oh my God, please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

There’s no thought behind my words, no consideration for what I’m saying to my husband- but at this moment, I couldn’t give a fuck less. I’m so blinded by my need to come, I’d probably get in the goddamn pool if he asked it of me.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, his tone conveying exactly where his thoughts are leading. Sinister. Wicked.

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Evil.

He might as well be looking at me like I’ve just offered him

my

soul.

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And maybe I have.

Yet, I still can’t find it in me to care. All I want is for him to fuck me and pinch my clit just the way he was.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Anything.”

His breathing escalates, and he slams into me harshly, hitting that spot against my cervix again, sending shooting stars across my vision.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my spine bowing into him, only to be inundated by the static crackling between our bodies.

It’s not normal for someone to feel like this, but all I want is every inch of him pressed against

1. me.

He watches me intently as he plows into me, his parted mouth staying within an inch of mine.

“I don’t think that’s enough for me,” he

rasps.

My brow furrows, trying to process his rejection through the shot of euphoria circulating through my system. His free hand reaches between us to strum my clit softly, teasing me with pleasure but not giving me nearly enough.

“When you tell me I own you–every fucking part of you–then I’ll let you come all over my cock,” he says.

“Can’t have you going around acting like such a desperate slut for anyone else, can I?”

I groan, and somewhere lost beyond the intense throb in my pussy, my subconscious screams at me not to tell him that. But then he softly pinches my clit again, rolling his hips just right, and that voice grows muffled and indiscernible.

“Okay, yes, fine, you own me,” I rush out, impatient for him to resume now.

“Youre my husband after all.”