From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283 Dehydration

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Antoine suckles on my clit again with a pleased whimper, as if he’s drinking down water after weeks of dehydration. Wet, squelching noises emit from my pussy, only adding to the eroticism.

“Oh,” I breathe, my eyes threatening to roll.

He releases it with a pop, only to immediately dive back in with an eager grunt. His tongue is both sloppy yet precise, rolling and lapping at all the right places to make me see stars.

He’s stupidly fucking good at this, and I’m going to lose if I don’t get it together,

I fill out two more spaces when I feel his blunt fingers probing at my entrance.

“Antoine, n–no, that’s cheating,” I pant out quickly. I know better–I’ll last a total of two more seconds if he uses them. “Only your mouth.”

He grunts out an acknowledgement, though they linger, as if waiting for something.

“Fuck,” I groan, my stomach clenching as I fly dangerously close to the edge.

He delivers another sharp nip, a heady mix of pain and pleasure swirling together.

And that feels fucking delightful.

My eyes roll, and my mouth drops on a husky cry, though a smile threatens to curl my lips. When he does. it again, the next moan borders on sounding happy.

I’m quickly spiraling, and I’m struggling to remember why I’m supposed to care.

My head drifts back, and my hips roll into him, little pants sawing from my throat as I eagerly greet each lick.

I’m so close already, and I both want to soar while never wanting it to end.

Antoine steadily pushes me toward the edge, and I’ve only made it three–quarters of the way through on page. Just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel the pad of his thumb pull back the hood and expose my sensitive nerves to his lashing tongue.

The pleasure is so sharp, my entire body convulses against him, a high–pitched squeal leaving my lips.

The pen on the bedside table clatters to the wooden surface, and I lean my upper back against the chair. offering me a salacious view of him licking me as I dive both hands into his hair.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, Antoinen–ng,” I blabber, my thighs widening as I pull him closer into me. “I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”

Except he doesn’t listen.

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With a growl, he pushes me back sending me rolling back several feet. My hands fly to the sides of the seat to hold on, and I don’t recognize the sound that comes out of my throat, something between a whine and a gasp.

Then, he slowly crawls on the bed on his hands and knees, his parted mouth dripping as he peers up a me through the black strands falling over his forehead.

My heart stops before plummeting into my stomach, and everything fades away outside of watching mythical beast prowl toward me.

Never in a million years did I dream I’d see Antoine Lockwood crawl for me. And I’m glad I didn’t, because it would’ve been an insult to how fucking breathtaking it is.

I’m paralyzed, even when he reaches me and uses his thumbs to spread me for him again, licking along the seam of my cunt, keeping his glittering stare locked on me.

I let out a shuddering gasp, and all the feeling comes rushing back in. My pussy throbs hard, an outcry from how close I was to coming, only to be left hanging.

His mouth descends, and I inhale sharply and then release a loud moan when he flattens his tongue id glides it up and down my clit in blunt strokes.

My hands tangle in his hair again, climbing straight back up to where he left me dangling precariously over the edge.

His lust–drunk eyes are half lidded as he watches me watch him, licking me relentlessly. My moans are loud and unabashed, the euphoria a sword–wielding apparition holding its sharp blade to my neck until I have no choice but to submit.

Then, his tongue hits a spot that sharpens the ecstasy until I’m face to face with God, and he’s nowhere near as impressive as the man between my legs.

“Oh my god, yeah, yeah, right there,” I rush out, my eyes rolling as my body tightens with anticipation. “Fuck, Antoine, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He drops one hand to tease my entrance with his middle and ring fingers, causing my stomach to flutter. It feels like a threat, but I’ve never been one to back down from him. I go from loud to silent, amplifying the vulgar, sticky sounds from his mouth, and then I careen over the edge.

I explode with a hoarse scream, and the second I do, he plunges them inside me and curls them up to hit my G–spot. I nearly go flying out of the chair from how hard the orgasm hits.

My head snaps back and my spine bows as I violently tremble against him, losing complete control over my body. A rush of liquid spills out of me as he rapidly flexes his two digits against that sensitive spot, and I go blind, choked cries scarcely squeezing past my throat.

His muscles stiffen, and his other arm bands around one thigh to keep me somewhat contained, battling against my seizing hips. His tongue and fingers are relentless, prolonging the orgasm until my face twists with a sob.

It becomes too much, and my thighs snap around his head as I push at him.

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“Antoine! I can’t, I can’t, nnng, nomorenomore,” I squeal.

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he gets to his feet. He leans over me and grips the back of the seat to balance himself. His face, throat, and chest are drenched, large wet splotches darkening his heather gray hoodie from the collar down his

sternum.

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My hands snap to his strained forearm, his tendons and veins popping as my release continues to spill into his palm. With staccato cries, I dig my nails into his skin, overwhelmed with the pressure in my core.

“Antoine,” I sob, the syllables broken and strained.

“Give me more,” he demands through gritted teeth, his voice guttural and hoarse.

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