From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285 Feel Good?

ZARA.

“Fuuck,” he groans while I stop breathing.

It burns as he stretches my pussy, ruthless in his endeavors as he shoves himself inside me. And with one final push, he bottoms out.

I groan low in my throat, my head thumping back against the door.

“Uh–uh,” he admonishes, his voice guttural. “That cum is mine. Give it back.”

He roughly pinches my cheeks and crushes his lips over mine. I operate on instinct alone, so when he opens for me, I push the liquid into his mouth with my tongue.

He growls, and his hand releases my cheeks to dive into my hair, fisting it tightly as he begins to fuck me. follow suit and tangle my fingers into his strands, our moans clashing as we lick my cum off one another’s tongues. The kiss is sloppy but insanely hot, both of us too turned on to care about being controlled.

He pounds into me, our skin clapping and the door rattling with each thrust while I clutch him. Renewed pleasure seizes my core, far more intense than before.

I lose myself in the heat and passion, utterly consumed by him. Within moments, we become frame. He releases my hair to drop his hand back down to my ass, now using both hands to bounce me on his cock while I claw at him all over, unable to settle on just one area.

From his hair, to his neck, to his shoulders and chest, I’m so desperate for the orgasm he’s denied me several times now that it’s making me anxious.

He fucks me too hard for either of us to continue to kiss without our teeth knocking, but we stay close. our parted lips brushing and gliding as we moan into one another’s mouths.

My stomach clenches as the ecstasy mounts until my eyes are rolling again. Pressure builds in my bladder, and my lungs tighten, making it harder to breathe as the orgasm rises.

“Antoine.” His name comes out as an alarmed whimper, as if we’re in a car speeding straight toward the side of a bridge. “Please make me come, please make me come,” I chant anxiously.

He snarls, his teeth gritted as he bites out, “You have five fucking seconds, Zara, or I come without you.

Then, he reaches between our bodies and pinches my clit harshly–the perfect blend of pain and pleasure to break me apart.

My scream is sharp and strangled as I shatter around him, my inner walls contracting around him so hard that it strangles his cock.

“Fuck!” slams into me one final time before stilling, flooding me with his cum.

His moans are stilted, and they come out like a skipping record player. His knees waver, and we drop a few inches before he catches himself and pins me against the door, barely able to keep the two of us from

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Chapter 285 Feel Good?

collapsing.

His teeth sink into the side of my neck, eliciting another burst of tingles throughout my body, and then he sends a fist crashing into the bed next to my waist, his entire body shuddering.

I’m vaguely aware of it all, yet I view it from above, my consciousness transcending into another plane. The euphoria is far too intense for me to handle, just like going unconscious when pain becomes unbearable.

Eventually, he carefully lowers us down to his knees, spreading them wide to sit me between his thighs though my legs remain hooked over his hips and he stays firmly inside me.

My upper back presses into the bed, my hands grip his hair, his forehead resting on my shoulder, his fists planted on either side of my hips while we sensually grind against one another, wringing out the last of the pleasure.

Our small, breathless moans fill the air as our bodies move like a wave–rolling, arching, and seeking, as if they’re physically incapable of being separated. It’s heated, passionate, and it’s beginning to feel like we’re making love rather than riding out the aftershocks.

I don’t understand what’s happening, only that we can’t seem to stop, and instead of slowing down, our movements become a little more insistent. He’s still hard inside me, so when he rolls into me with a little added pressure, it sends warm electricity between my legs.

“Oh,” I gasp before my jaw unhinges when he does it again and again.

Our breathing grows louder and heavier, dense with renewed pleasure. He lifts his forehead from my shoulder to press hot, wet kisses along the side of my neck. My lashes flutter from the intensity building and building with each press of his hips, his pace steady and measured.

“Does that feel good?” There’s no cocky lilt to his tone or teasing nature, though it’s not lacking in confidence. It’s raw and genuine, like he’s checking on me and willing to take direction if needed.

I don’t know why it’s so attractive, but it turns me on so much more.

“Yes,” I breathe, nodding my head vigorously as I tug on his hair.

“Yeah?”

| Again, there’s an undertone of seeking confirmation, but this time it’s like he just needs to hear how good

he makes me feel.

“Yeah, yeah, it feels so good.”

His response is a pleased moan that sends shivers down my spine.

The surrounding air has thickened until it feels like I’m inhaling steam rather than oxygen, though it’s lined with static electricity that zaps every one of my nerves as it invades my insides. Sweat dampens my nape, and a thin layer coats our skin, only intensifying the energy as euphoria commands our oscillating hips.

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